Treat us with Disrespect, Contempt, and Scorn.

I tell you plainly this will never do,

We never thus were treated by the French,

Them we thought bad enough, but think you worse.

Sharp.

Sharp.

There's good and bad, you know, in every Nation;

There's some good Indians, some are the reverse,

Whom you can't govern, and restrain from ill;

So there's some Englishmen that will be bad.

You must not mind the Conduct of a few,

Nor judge the rest by what you see of them.

Ponteach.

Ponteach.

If you've some good, why don't you send them here?

These every one are Rogues, and Knaves, and Fools,

And think no more of Indians than of Dogs.

Your King had better send his good Men hither,

And keep his bad ones in some other Country;

Then you would find that Indians would do well,

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