The New World Monologues

The story of the English exploration of Virginia, and of the changing world and loves of Pocahontas.

Mother, where do you live? In the sky? The clouds? The sea? Show me your face. Give me a sign. We rise… we rise. Afraid of myself. A god, he seems to me. What else is life but being near you? Do they suspect? Oh, to be given to you. You to me. I will be faithful to you. True. Two no more. One. One. I am… I am.

He is like a tree. He shelters me. I lie in his shade.

Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land. You are our mother. We, your field of corn. We rise from out of the soul of you.

I will find joy in all I see.

What else is life but being near you!

He has killed the God within me,

No, all is perfect, let me be lost.

Why does the Earth have colors?

You flow through me, like a river.

Dear mother, you fill the land with your beauty. You reach to the end of the world. How shall I seek you? Show me your face. You, a great river that never runs dry.

Mother, why can I not feel as I should... must? Once false, I must not be again. Take out the thorn.

What else is life but being near you? Do they suspect? Oh, to be given to you; you to me. I will be faithful to you. True.

There's something I know when I'm with you that I forget when I'm away.

I thought it was dream… what we knew in the forest. It's the only truth.

All the children of the king were beautiful, but she, the youngest, was so exceedingly so that the sun himself - though he saw her often - was surprised whenever she came out into his presence. Her father had a dozen wives, a hundred children, but she was his favorite. She exceeded the rest not only in feature and proportion but in wit and spirit too. All loved her.

Love... shall we deny it when it visits us... shall we not take what we are given.

If only I could go down that river. To love her in the wild, forget the name of Smith. I should tell her. Tell her what? It was just a dream. I am now awake.

Who are you whom I so faintly hear? Who urge me ever on? What voice is this that speaks within me... guides me towards the best? We shall make a new start. A fresh beginning. Here the blessings of the earth are bestowed upon all. None need grow poor. Here there is good ground for all, and no cost but one's labor. We shall build a true common wealth, hard work and self reliance our virtues. We shall have no landlords to reack us with high rents or extort the fruit of our labor.

They are gentle, loving, faithful, lacking in all guile and trickery. The words denoting lying, deceit, greed, envy, slander, and forgiveness have never been heard. They have no jealousy, no sense of possesion. Real, what I thought a dream.

He that will not work shall not eat! The labors of honest and industrious men shall not be consumed to maintain the idleness of a few!

At the moment I was to die she threw herself upon me.

She's done enough for us. She risked a beating out of her own brains to save mine. Had she not fed us, you would have starved. She's been the instrument to preserve this colony from disaster. We shall not return her kindness by making her a captive! Come Argall, threaten me! Then I'd know I was gonna live for 1,000 years.

Return to your post. The penalty for disobeying an order of the president is hanging. You're breaking the laws. This is mutiny.

I let her love me. I made her love me.

How many lands behind me? How many seas?

There is only this - all else is unreal.