Philip monologue (Act 2) — Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

Leave all to me; I've so concerted Matters, That I defy ev'n Fate to disappoint me. Exert thyself, and to Monelia go, Before th' assembled Chiefs in Council meet; Urge it to her, and to her Brother Torax, That should their Father prove refractory, Withdraw himself, and order his Domestics To hasten home at News of our Design; Urge it, I say, to them; Torax loves War; To linger here in Hopes of his Return, Which tell them I'll effect ere twice the Sun Has run the Circuit of his daily Race. Here they may loiter careless, range the Woods, As tho' the Noise of War had not been heard. This will give full Success to both our Wishes: Thou'lt gain the Prize of Love, and I of Wrath, In favour to our Family and State. Thou'lt tame the Turtle, I shall rouse the Tyger; The one will soothe thy Soul to soft Repose, The other prove a Terror to our Foes.