BOY
By ancient prophecy we have been told,
Our land shall be subdu'd by one more old;
And see that world already hither come.
GIRL, BOY
If these be they we welcome then our doom.
BOY
Their looks are such that mercy flows from hence,
More gentle than our native innocence;
By their protection let us beg to live:
They come not here to conquer, but forgive.
GIRL, BOY
If so your goodness may your power express,
And we shall judge both best by our success.