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To thee I lift my voice ; to thee address
The plaint which mortal ear has never heard
O disregard me not; tho' I am call'd
Another's now, my heart is wholly thine.
Incapable of change, affection lies
Buried, my Douglas, in thy bloody grave.
But Randolph comes, whom fate has made my lord,
To chide my anguish, and defraud the dead.


Enter Lord RANDOLPH.
Again these weeds of woe ! say, dost thou well
To feed a passion which consumes thy life?
The living claim some duty; vainly thou
Bestow'st thy cares upon the silent dead.

Lady R. Silent, alas ! is he for whom I mourn : Childless, without memorial of his name, He only now in my remembrance lives. “ This fatal day stirs my time-settled sorrow, “ Troubles afresh the fountain of Lord R. When was it pure of sadness! These

black weeds “ Express the wonted colour of thy mind, “ For ever dark and dismal. Seven long years “ Are pass'd, since we were join'd by sacred ties : “ Clouds all the while have hung upon thy brow, Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy: 39 Time, that wears out the trace of deepest'anguish, “ As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand," Has passid o'er thee in vain.

my heart.

Lady R. If time to come “ Should prove as ineffectual, yet, my lord, Thou can'st not blame me. When our Scottish

youth “ Vy'd with each other for my luckless love, “ Oft I besought them, I implor'd them all " Not to assail me with my father's aid, “ Nor blend their better destiny with mine. “For melancholy had congeal'd my blood, “ And froze affection in my chilly breast. “ At last my Sire, rous'd-with the base attempt « To force me from him, which thou rend'red'st vain, “ To his own daughter bow'd his hoary head, Besought me to commiserate his

age, “ And vow'd he should not, could not die in peace, “Unless he saw me wedded, and secur'd “ From violence and outrage. Then, my lord ! “In my extreme distress I callid on thee,

60 “ Thee I bespake, profess'd my strong desire “ To lead a single, solitary life, " And begg’d thy Nobleness, not to demand “ Her for a wife whose heart was dead to love. “ How. thou persisted’st after this, thou know'st, 6 And must confess that am not unjust, “ Nor more to thee than to myself injurious.

Lord'R. That I confess; yet ever must regret “ The grief I cannot cure.” Would thou wert not Compos'd of grief and tenderness alone, “ But had'st a spark of other passions in thee, "Pride, anger, vanity, the strong desire

“ Of admiration, dear to woman-kind; « These might contend with, and allay thy grief, "As meeting tides and currents smooth our firth. Lady R. To such a cause the human mind oft

owes « Its transient calm, a calm I envy not.” Lord R. Sure thou art not the daughter of Sir Mal. colm:

80 Strong was his rage, eternal his resentment: For when thy brother fell, he smil'd to hear That Douglas' son in the same field was slain.

Lady R. Oh! rake not up the ashes of my fathers :
Implacable resentment was their crime,
And grievous has the expiation been.
Contending with the Douglas, gallant lives
Of either house were lost; my ancestors
Compellid, at last, to leave their ancient seat
On Tiviot's pleasant banks; and now, of them
No heir is left. Had they not been so stern,
I had not been the last of all my race.

Lord R. Thy grief wrests to its purposes my
I never ask'd of thee that ardent love
Which in the breasts of fancy's children burns.
Decent affection and complacent kindness
Were all I wish'd for; but I wish'd in vain.
Hence with the less regret my eyes behold
The storm of war that gathers o'er this land :
If I should perish by the Danish sword,
Matilda would not shed one tear the more.

Lady R. Thou dost not think so : woeful as I am,

words, And every

I love thy merit, and esteein thy virtues.
But whither go'st thou now?

Lord R. Straight to the camp,
Where every warrior, on the tip-toe stands
Of expectation, and impatient asks
Each who arrives, if he is come to tell
The Danes are landed.

Lady R. O, may adverse winds,
Far from the coast of Scotland, drive their fleet!

soldier of both hosts return In

peace and safety to his pleasant home!
Lord R. Thou speak’st a woman's, hear a warrior's

wish :
Right from their native land, the stormy north,
May the wind blow, till every keel is fix'd
Immoveable in Caledonia's strand !
Then shall our foes repent their bold invasion,
And roving armies shun the fatal shore.

Lady R. War I detest: but war with foreign foes, “Whose manners, language, and whose looks are

strange, “ Is not so horrid, nor to ine so hateful, " As that which with our neighbours oft we wage. “ A river here, there an ideal line, “By fancy drawn, divide the sister kingdoms. « On each side dwells a people similar, " As twins are to each other ; valiant both; “ Both for their valour famous thro' the world. “Yet will they not unite their kindred arms, * And, if they must have war, wage distant war,


“ But with each other fight in cruel conflict.
“ Gallant in strife, and noble in their ire,
" The battle is their pastime. They go forth
“ Gay in the morning, as to summer sport ;
When ev'ning comes, the glory of the inorn,
“ The youthful warrior is a clod of clay.
“ Thus fall the prime of either hapless land ;

139 “ And such the fruit of Scotch and English wars.

Lord R. I'll hear no more: this melody would make “ A soldier drop his sword, and doff his arms, “Sit down and weep the conquests he has made ; Yea, (like a monk), sing rest and peace in heav'r " To souls of warriors in his battles slain." Lady, farewel : I leave thee not alone; Yonder comes one whose love makes duty light.


Enter ANNA.
Anna. Forgive the rashness of your Anna's love:
Urg'd by affection, I have thus presum'd
To interrupt your solitary thoughts;
And warn you of the hours that you neglect,
And lose in sadness.

Lady R. So to lose my hours
Is all the use I wish to inake of time.

Anna. To blame thee, lady, suits not with my states
But sure I am, since death first prey'd on man,
Never did sister thus a brother mourn.
What had your sorrows been if you had lost,
In early youth, the husband of your heart?

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