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'Till I shall call upon thee to declare,
Before the king and nobles, what thou now
To me hast told. No more but this, and thou
Shalt live in honour all thy future days;
Thy son so long shall call thee father still,
And all the land shall bless the man who say'd
The son of Douglas, 'and Sir Malcolm's heir.
Remember well my words; if thou shouldst meet
Him whom thou call'st thy son, still call him so ;
And mention nothing of his nobler father.

Pris. Fear not that I shall mar so fair an harvest,
By putting in my sickle ere 'tis ripe.
Why did I leave my home and ancient dame ?
To find the youth, to tell him all I knew,
And make him wear these jewels in his arms,
Which might, I thought, be challeng'd, and so bring
To light the secret of his noble birth,

[Lady RANDOLPH goes towards the Servants. Lady R. This man is not th'assassin you suspected, Though chance combin'd some likelihoods against

him. He is the faithful bearer of the jewels To their right owner, whom in haste he seeks. 'Tis meet that youl

should put

him on his way, Since your mistaken zeal hath dragg’d him hither.

[Exeunt Stranger and Servanis. My faithful Anna! dost thou share my joy? 2.40 I know thou dost. Unparallell’d event! Reaching from heav'n to earth, Jehovah's arm Snatch'd from the waves, and brings to me my son!

Judge of the widow, and the orphan's father,
Accept a widow's and a mother's thanks
For such a gift! What does my Anna think
Of the young eaglet of a valiant nest?
How soon he gaz'd on bright and burning arms,
Spurn’d the low dunghill where his fate had thrown

And tower'd up to the region of his sire !

Anna. How fondly did your eyes devour the boy !
Mysterious nature, with the unseen cord
Of pow'rful instinct, drew you to your own

Lady R. The ready story of his birth believ'd
Supprest my fancy quite ; nor did he owe

likeness my so sudden favour:
But now I long to see his face again,
Examine every feature, and find out
The lineaments of Douglas, or my own.

260 But most of all I long to let him know Who his true parents are, to risp his neck, And tell him all the story of his father.

Anna. With wary caution you must bear yourself In public, lest your tenderness break forth, And in observers stir conjectures strange. “ For, if a cherub in the shape of woman “ Should walk this world, yet defamation would, “ Like a vile cur, bark at the angel's train.” To-day the baron started at your tears.

Lady R. He did so, Anna! well thy mistress knows If the least circumstance, mote of offence, Should touch the baron's eye, his sight would be


With jealousy disorder's. But the more
It does behove me instant to declare
The birth of Douglas, and assert his rights.
This night I purpose with my son to meet,
Reveal the secret, and consult with him :
For wise he is, or my fond judgment errs.
As hc does now, so look'd his noble father, 280
Array'd in Nature's ease: his mein, his speech,
Were sweetly simple, and full oft deceiv'd
Those trivial mortals who seem always wise,
But, when the matter match'd his mighty mind,
Up rose the hero; on his piercing eye
Sat observation; on each glance of thought
Decision follow'd, as the thunderbolt
Pursues the Aash.

Anna. That demon haunts you still:
Behold Glenalvon.

Lady R. Now I shun him not.
This day I bray'd him in behalf of Norval :
Perhaps too far: at least my nicer fears
For Douglas thus interpret.


Glen. Noble dame ! The hovering Dane at last his men hath landed : No band of pirates; but a mighty host, That come to settle where their valour conquers : To win a country, or to lose themselves. l.ady R. But whence comes this intelligence, Glenalvon ?


Glen. A nimble courier sent from yonder camp, To hasten up the chieftains of the north, Inform’d me as he pass’d, that the fierce Dane Had on the eastern coast of Lothian landed, “ Near to that place where the sea rock immense, “ Amazing bass, looks o’er a fertile land. Lady R. Then must this western army march to

join « The warlike troops that guard Edena's tow'rs.

Glen. Beyond all question. If impairing time “ Has not effac'd the image of a place, “Once perfect in my breast, there is a wild " Which lies to westward of that mighty rock, “ And seems by nature formed for the camp « Of water-wafted armies, whose chief strength " Lies in firm foot, unflank'd with warlike horse : “If martial skill directs the Danish lords, " There inaccessible their army lies “ To our swift-scow'ring horse, the bloody field 320 ci Must man to man, and foot to foot be fought."

Lady R. How many mothers shall bewail their sons! How many widows weep their husbands slain ! Ye dames of Denmark, ev'n for you I feel. Who sadly sitting on the sea-beat shore, Long look for lords that never shall return.

Glen. Oft has th' unconquer'd Caledonian sword Widow'd the north. The children of the slain Come as I hope, to meet their father's fate. The monster war, with her infernal brood, Loud-yelling fury and life-ending pain,

Are objects suited to Glenalvon's soul.
Scorn is more grievous than the pains of death;
Reproach more piercing than the pointed sword.

Lady R. I scorn thee not but when I ought to scorn;
Nor e'er reproach, but when insulted virtue
Against audacious vice asserts herself.
I own thy worth, Glenalvon ; none more apt
Than I to praise thine eminence in arms,
And be the echo of thy martial fame,

No longer vainly feed a guilty passion:
Go and pursue a lawful mistress, Glory.
Upon the Danish crests redeem thy fault,
And let thy valour be the shield of Randolph.

Glen. One instant stay, and hear an alter'd man.
When beauty pleads for virtue, vice abash'd
Flies its own colours, and goes o'er to virtue.
I am your convert ; time will shew how truly:
Yet one immediate proof I mean to give.
That youth for whom your ardent zeal to-day,
Somewhat too haughtily defy'd your slave,
Amidst the shock of armies I'll defend,
And turn death from him, with a guardian arm,
“ Sedate by use, my bosom maddens not
“ At the tumultuous uproar of the field.”

Lady R. A&t thus, Glenalvon, and I am thy friend:
But that's thy least reward. Believe me, sir,
The truly generous is the truly wise ;
And he who loves not others lives unblest.


[Exit Lady RANDOLPH. Glen. [solus. ] Amen! and virtue is its own reward!

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