Captain John Smith and Pocahontas Page #6

I have not given permission for bloodshed

between brothers of the tribe.

Powhatan, you see how the spilling of blood

leads to bloodshed.

This man has done no wrong

to visit Powhatan in peace.

Only if his arm be raised to strike,

should Powhatan strike in turn.

If Pocahontas asks for this man's life,

does she remember the law of the tribe?

Pocahontas knows.

Let the white skin's life be spared.

Do you suppose they mean to make him

a member of the tribe?

Well, if they do, why exclude us?

What do you think, John?

Does it help my appearance?

Well, it's a sight any Londoner

would gladly pay six pence to see.

Remember this if you ever have to

make a living back there.

What does it all mean?

You like Indian wedding dress?

- Wedding?

- You marry with Pocahontas.

Is that why you saved my life?

When Powhatan give Pocahontas your life,

she must marry you.

- That is our law.

- Do you want to marry me?

The Great Spirit does not like killing.

Indian kill white man,

white man kill Indian...

not good.

So, it's to keep the peace.

Yes.

She marries you to keep the peace

between the white man and the Indian.

John, it's a heathenish union.

It will guarantee a bond of friendship

with the Indians...

and a sufficiency of food

for the settlement.

And it'll mean we'll be able to live

and trade in peace with them.

It may well be

that on the shoulders of that Indian girl...

will rest the whole future of Virginia.

My daughter, Pocahontas,

has claimed your life.

By the law of that tribe,

that life is yours.

I am grateful to her.

I do not smile upon this marriage.

But my daughter Pocahontas tells me

it will make her heart blossom.

I want her to be happy.

I'm grateful to you also, Powhatan.

I do not say I can love the white skin...

but there is no reason

why we should not live together in peace.

If the white skin will only realize

the earth and all it bears...

does not belong only to them.

We came in peace

with friendship in our hearts...

for our brothers of the forest.

Then let Pocahontas be the evidence

of the friendship we bear for each other.

It's sacrilege for John Smith

to do this thing.

Mayhap, my friend.

But it'll be most pleasant of a cold night.

- Gold, men. I found gold.

- Gold?

- It's a fortune.

- A fortune? It's 50 fortunes.

And it lies just beneath the surface

of the earth for the taking.

- Gold without measure.

- How did you find it?

I was digging for some roots to eat.

It seems strangely light for gold.

It's flake of the mineral,

with but little weight until melted down.

Then we're like to be the richest men

ever to return to England.

Only if we do not lose our heads

and keep our own counsel.

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