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Glen. "Beyond all question. If impairing time "Has not effae'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, whoso chief strength "Lies in firm foot, untlank'd with warliko horse; "If martial skill directs the Danish lords, "There inaccessible their army lies "To our swift-scow'ring horse, the bloody field "Must man to man, and foot to foot be fought."

Lad;/ R. How many mothers shall bewail their sons!

How many widows weep their husbands slain!
Ye dames of Denmark! e'en 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 fathers' fate.
The monster war, with her infernal brood,
Loud yelling fury and hfe-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 vamly feed a guilty passion;
Go and pursue a lawful mistress, Glory.
Upon the Danish chiefs redeem thy fault,
And let thy valor be the shield of Randolph.

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

Lady R. Act 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 and Anna.
Glen. Amen! and virtue is its own reward!
I think that I have hit the very tone
In which she loves to speak. Hooey'd assent,
How pleasant art thou to the taste of man
And woman also! flattery direct
Rarely disgusts. They little know mankind
Wlio doubt its operation; 'tis my key,
And opes the wicket of the human heart.
How far I have succeeded now I know not,
Yet I incline to think her stormy virtue
I lull'd awhile; 'tis her alone I fear;
Whilst she and Randolph live, and live in faith
And amity, uncertain is my tenure.
"Fate o'er my head suspends disgrace and death
"By that weak hair, a peevish female's will.
"I am not idle; but the ebbs and flows
"Of fortune's tide cannot be calculated."
That slave of Norval's I have found most apt;

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A C T 1 V.

Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter Lord Randolph.
Lord R. Summon tme bundled horse, by break
of day,

To wait our pleasure at the castle gate. -
Enter Lady Randolph.

Lady R. Alas! my lord! I've heard unwelcome news; The Danes arc landed.

Lord R. Aye, no inroad this Of the Northumbrian bent to take a spoil; No sportive war, no tournament essay Of some young knight resolved to break a spear, And stain with hostile blood his maiden arms. The Danes are landed; we must beat them back, Or live the slaves of Denmark.

Lady R. Dreadful times!

Lord R. The fenceless villages are all forsaken; The trembling mothers and their children lodg'd In wall-girt towers and castles, whilst the men Retire mdignant. Yet, like broken waves, They but retire more awful to return.

Lady R. Immense, as fame reports, the Danish host—

Lord R. Were it as numerous as loud fame reports,

An army knit like ours would pierce it thro':
Brothers that shrink not from each other's side,
And fond companions, fill our warlike files;
For his dear oftspring and the wife he loves,
The husband, and the fearless father arm.
In vulgar breasts heroic ardor burns,
And the poor peasant mates his dating lord.
Lady R. Men's minds are temper^, like their

swords, for war; "Lovers of danger, on destruction's brink, "They joy to rear erect their daring forms. "Hence, early graves; hence, the lone widow's


"And the sad mother's grief-embitter'd ago."
Where is our gallant guest i
Lord R. Down in the vale
I left him, managing a fery steed,
WThose stubbornness had foil'd the strength and

Of every rider. But, behold, he comes,
In earnest conversation with Glenalvon.

Enter Norval and Glenalvon.

Glenalvon, with the lark arise; go forth,

And lead my troops which lie in yonder vale;

Private I travel to the royal camp;

Norval, thou goest with me. But say, young man!

Where didst thou learn so to discourse of war,

And in snch terms as I o'erheard to-day f

War is no village science, nor is phrase

A language taught amongst the shepherd swains.

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Norv. Small is the skill my lord delights to praise

In him he favors. Hear from whence it came.
Beneath a mountain's brow, the most remote
And inaccessible, by shepherds trod,
In a deep cave, dug by no mortal hand,
A hermit liv'd; a melancholy man,
Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains.
Austere and lonely, cruel to himself,
Did they report him; the cold earth his bed,
Water his drink, his food the shepherds' alms.
I went to see him, and my heart was touch'd
With rev'rence and with pity. Mild he spake,
And, ent'ring on discourse, such stones told
As made mo oft revisit his sad cell.
For he had been a soldier in his youth;
And fought in famous battles, when the peers
Of Europe, by the bold Godfredo led,
Against th' usurping Infidel display'd
The blessed Cross, and won the Holy Land.
Pleas'd with my admiration and the fire
His speech struck from me, the old man would

His years away, and act his young encounters; Then, having show'd his wounds, he'd sit him down,

And all the live-long day discourse on war.
To help my fancy, in the smooth green turf
He cut the figures of the marshal'd hosts;
Describ'd the motions, and explain'd the use
Of the deep column, and the lengthen'd lino,
The square, the crescent, and the phalanx firm.
For all that Saracen or Christian knew
Of war's vast art, was to this hermit known.

Lord R. Why did this soldier in a desert hide Those qualities that should have grac'd a c.imp?

Norv. That, too, at last I leam'd. Unhappy man!

Returning homewards by Messina's port,
Loaded with wealth and honors bravely won,
A rude and boist'rous captain of the sea
Fasteu'd a quarrel on him. Fierce they fought—
The stranger fell, and with his dying breath
Declar'd his name and lineage! Mighty Power!
The soldier cried, My brother! Oh, my brother!

Lady R. His brother!

Norv. Yes, of the same parents born; His only brother. They exchang'd forgiveness; And happy, in my mind, was he that died, For many deaths has the survivor sufler'd. In the wild desert on a rock he sits, Or on some nameless stream's untrodden banks, And ruminates all day his dreadful fate. At times, alas! not in his perfect mind! Holds dialogues with his lov'd brother's ghost; And oft each night forsakes his sullen couch, To make sad orisons for him he slew.

Lady R. To what mysterious woes are mortals born!

In this dire tragedy were there no more
Unhappy persons' Did the parents live?
Norv. No; they were dead; kind heav'n had
clos'd their eyes
Before their son had shed his brother's blood.
Lord R. Hard is his fate; for he was not to

There is a destiny in this strange world,
Which oft decrees an undeserved doom;
Lot schoqluien tell us why. From whence these
sofu:ast" ••- .' {Trumpets at a distance.

Enter an Officer.
Offl. My lord, the trumpets of the troops of

The valiant leader hails the noble Randolph.
I Lord R. Mine ancient guest! does he the war-
riors lead?

Has Denmark rous'd the brave old knight to arms? Offl. No; worn with warfare hercsignsthe sword.

His eldest hope, the valiant John of Lorn,

Now leads his kindred bands. j Lord R. Glenalvon, go.

With hospitality's most strong request

Entreat the chief. '[Exit Gi^nalvon.

! Offl. My lord, requests are vain.

He urges on, impatient of delay,

Stung with the tidings of the foe's approach.


Lord R. May victory sit on the warrior's plume! Bravest of men! his flocks and herds are safe; Remoto from war's alarms his pasture's lie, By mountains inaccessible secur'd; Yet foremost he into the plain descends, Eager to bleed in battles not his own. Such were the heroes of the ancient world; Contemners they of indolence and gain; But still for love of glory, and of arms, Prone to encounter peril, and to lift Against each strong antagonist the spear. I'll go and press the hero to my breast. [Exit.

Lady R. The soldier's loftiness, the pride and pomp

Investing awful war, Norval, I sec,
Transport thy youthful mind.

Norv. Ah! should they not?
Blest be the hour I left my fathers house!
I might have been a shepherd all my days,
And stole obscurely to a peasant's grave.
Now, if I live, with mighty chiefs I stand;
Aud, if I fall, with noble dust I lie.

Lady R. There is a gen'rous spirit in thy breast
That could have well sustained a prouder fortune.
"This way with me, under yon spreading beech,"
Since lucky chance baa left us here alone,
Uuseen, unheard, by human eye or ear,
I will amaze thee with a wond'rous tale.

Norv. Let there be danger, lady, with the secret, That I may hug it to my grateful heart, And prove my faith. Command my sword,my life; These are the sole possessions of poor Norval.

Lady R. Know'st thou theso gems?

Norv. Durst I believe mine eyes, I'd say I knew them, and they were my father's.

Lady R. Thy father's say'st thou i ah! they were thy father's!

Norv. I saw them once, and curiously inquir'd Of both my parents whence such splendor came? But I was check'd, and more could never learn.

Lady R. Then learn of me, thou art not Norval's son.

Norv. Not Norval's son!

Lady R. Nor of a shepherd sprung.

Norv. Lady, who am I then i

Lady R. Noble thou art; For noble was thy sire!

Norv. I will believe— Oh, tell me farther! Say, who was my father?

Lady R. Douglas!

Norv. Lord Douglas, whom to-day I saw?
Lady R. His younger brother.
Norv. And in yonder camp?
Lady R. Alas!

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Norv. You make me tremble—sighs and tears! Lives my brave father?

Lady R. Ah! too brave indeed!
He fell in battle ere thyself was born.

Norv. Ah, me, unhappy! ere I saw the light? But does my mother live 1 I may conclude, From my own fate, her portion has been sorrow.

Lady R. She lives; but wastes her life in constant woe,

Weeping her husband slain, her infant lost.
Norv. You that are skill'd so well in the sad

Of my unhappy parents, and with tears
Bewail their destiny, now have compassion
Upon the offspring of the friends you lov'd!
Oh! tell me who, and where my mother is!
Oppress'd by a base world, perhaps she bends
Beneath the weight of other ills than grief;
And, desolate, implores of heav'n the aid
Her son should give. It is—it must be so—
Your countenance confesses that she's wretched.
Oh, tell me her condition! Can the sword—
Who shall resist me in a parent's cause?

Lady R. Thy virtue ends her woe! My son! my son!

Norv. Art thou my mother?

Lady R. I am thy mother and the wife of Douglas! [Falls upon his neck.

Norv. Oh, heav'n and earth, how wondrous is my fate!

Art thou my mother? Ever let me kneel!

Lady R. Image of Douglas! Fruit of fatal love! All that I owe thy sire, I pay to thee.

Norv. Respect and admiration still possess me, Checking the love and fondness of a son. Yet I was filial to my humble parents; But did my sire surpass the rest of men, As thou excellest all of womankind?

Ladi/ R. Arise, mv son! In me thou dost behold

The poor remains of beauty once admired;
The autumn of my days is "come already,
For sorrow made my summer haste away.
Yet in my prime I equal'd not thy father;
His eyes "were like the eagle's, yet sometimes
Liker the dove's; and as he pleas'd, he won
All hearts with softness, or with spirit aw'd.
Norv. How did he fall? Sure 'twas a bloodv

When Douglas died. Oh, I have much to ask! Lady R. Hereafter thou shalt hear the leugthen'd tale

Of all thy father's and thy mother's woes.

At present this: thou art the rightful heir

Of yonder castle, and the wide domains

Which now Lord Randolph, as my husband, holds.

But thou shalt not be wrong'd; I have the power

To right thee still; before the king I'll kneel,

And call Lord Douglas to protect his blood.

Norv. The blood of Douglas will protect itself.

Lady R. But we shall need both friends and favor, boy,

To wrest thy lands and lordship from the gripe
Of Randolph and his kinsman. Yet I think
My tale will move each gentle heart to pity,
My life incline the virtuous to believe.

Norv. To be the son of Douglas is to me
Inheritance enough. Declare my birth,
And in the field I'll seek for fame and fortune.

Lady R. Thou dost not know what perils and injustice

Await the poor man's valor. Oh, my son!
The noblest blood of all the land's abash'd,
Having no lacquey but pale poverty.
j Too long hast thou been thus attended, Douglas!
Too long hast thou been deem'd a peasant's child.
The wanton heir of some inglorious chief
Perhaps has scorn'd thee in the youthful sports;
Whilst thy indignant spirit sweli'd in vain!
Such contumely thou no more shalt bear;
But how I purpose to redress thy wrongs
Must be hereafter told. Prudence directs
That we should part before yon chiefs return.
Retire, and from thy rustic follower's hand
Receive a billet which thy mother's care,
Anxious to see thee, dictated before
This casual opportunity arose
Of private conference. Its purport mark;
For, as I there appoint, we meet again.
Leave me, my son! and frame thy manners still
To Norval's, not to noble Douglas' state.

Norv. I will remember. Where isNorval now? That good old man.

Lady R. At hand conceal'd he lies, An useful witness. But beware, my son, Of yon Glenalvon; in his guilty breast Resides a villain's shrewdness, ever prone To false conjecture. He hath griev'd my heart.

Norv. Has he, indeed f Then let yon false Glenalvon

Beware of me. [Exit.

Lady R. There burst the smother'd flame! Oh, thou all-righteous and eternal King, Who father of the fatherless art call'd, Protect my son! Thy inspiration, Lord! Hath fill'd his bosom with that sacred fire, Which in the breasts of his forefathers burn'd! Set him on high like them, that he may shine, The star and glory of his native land! Then let the minister of death descend, And bear my willing spiiit to it's place. Yonder they come. How do bad women find Unchanging aspects to conceal their guilt, When I, by reason and by justice urg'd, Full hardly can dissemble with these men In nature's pious cause!

Enter Lord Randolph and Glenalvon.

Lord R. Yon gallant chief,
Of arms enamor'd, all repose disclaims.

Lady R. Be not, my lord, by his example sway'd;
Arrange the business of to-morrow now,
And when you enter, speak of war no more.


Lord R. 'Tis so, by heav'n! her mien, her voice, her eye,

And her impatience to be gone, confirm it.

Glen. He parted from her now, behind the mount,

Amongst the trees, I saw him glide along.

Lord R. For sad, sequester'd virtue she's renown'd!

Glen. Most true, my lord.

Lord R. Yet this distinguish'd dame Invites a youth, the acquaintance of a day, Alone to meet her at the midnight hour. This assignation, [shows a letter] the assassin freed, Her manifest affection for the youth, Might breed suspicion in a husband's brain, Whose gentle consort all for love had wedded; Much more in mine. Matilda never lov'd me. Let no man, after me, a woman wed


Whose heart lie knows he has not; tho' she brings
A mine of gold, a kingdom for her dowry,
For, let her seem like the night's shadowy queen,
Cold and contemplative, he cannot trust her;
She may, "she will, bring shame and sorrow on

The worst of sorrows and the worst of shames! Glen. Yield not, my lord, to such afflicting thoughts,

But let the spirit of an husband sleep,

Till your own senses make a sure conclusion.

This billet must to blooming Norval go;

At the next turn awaits my trusty spy;

I'll give it him refitted for his master.

In the close thicket take your secret stand;

The moon shines bright, and your own eyes may

judge Of their behavior.

Lord B. Thou dost counsel well.

Glen. Permit me now to make one slight essay Of all tho trophies which vain mortals boast, By wit, by valor, or by wisdom won, Tho first and fairest in a young man's eye, Is woman's captive heart. Successful love With glorious fumes intoxicates the mind! And the proud conqueror in trinmph moves Air-born, exalted above vulgar men.

Lord B. And what avails this maxim t

Glen. Much, my lord! Withdraw a little; I'll accost young Norval, And with ironical derisive counsel Explore his spirit. If he is no more Than humble Norval, by thy favor rais'd, Brave as he is, he'll shrink astonished from me. But if he be the fav'rito of the fair, Lov'd by the first of Caledonia's dames, He'll turn upon mo as the lion turns Upon the hunter's spear.

Lord R. 'Tis shrewdly thought.

Glen. When we grow loud, draw near. But let my lord

His rising wrath restrain. [Exit Randolph

'Tis strange, by heav'n! That she should run full tilt her fond career, To one so little known. She, too, that seem'd Pure as the winter stream, when ice embossed Whitens it's course. Even I did think her chaste, Whose charity exceeds not. Precious sex! Whoso deeds lascivious pass Glenalvou's thoughts!

[norval appears. His port I love, he's in a proper mood To chide the thunder, if at him it roar'd. Has Norval seen the troops f

Norv. The setting sun With yellow radiance lighten'd all the vale, And as the warriors mov'd, each polislv'd helm, Corslet or spear glane'd back bis gilded beams. The hill they climb'd, and halting at its top, Of more than mortal size, tow'ring, they seem'd, An host angelic, clad in burning arms.

Glen. Thou t alk'st it well; no leader of our host In sounds more lofty, speaks of glorious war.

Norv. If I shall e'er acquire a leader's name, My speech will be less ardent. Novelty Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration Vents itself freely; since no part is mine Of praise pertaining to the great in arms.

Glen. You wrong yourself, brave sir; your martial deeds

Have rank'd you with the great; but mark me, Norval—

Lord Randolph's favor now exalts your youth
Above his veterans of famous service.
Let me, who know the soldiers, counsel you.
Givo them all honor; seem not to command;
Else they will scarcely brook your late sprung

Which nor alliance props, nor birth adorns.

Norv. Sir, I have been accustom'd all my days To hear and speak the plain and simple truth; Ami tho' I have been told, that there aie men Who borrow friendship's tongue to speak their scorn,

Yet in such language I am little skill'd.
Therefore I thank Glenalvon for his counsel,
Altho' it sounded harshly. Why remind
Me of my birth obscure? Why slur my power
With such contemptuous terms?

Glen. I did not mean
To gall your pride, which now I see is great.

Norv. My pride?

Glen. Suppress it as you wish to prosper. Your pride's excessive. Yet for Randolph's sake I will not leave you to its rash direction. If thus you swell, and frown at high-born men, Think you they will endure a shepherd's scorn?

Norv. A shepherd's scorn?

Glen. Yes, it you presume
To bend on soldiers these disdainful eyes,
What will become of you f

Norv. If this were told— [Aside. Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self?

Glen. Ha! Dost thou threaten me .'

Norr. Didst thou not hear?

Glen. Unwillingly I did; a nobler foe Had not been question'd thus. But such as thee—

Norr. Whom dost thou think me?

Glen. Norval.

Norv. So I am—
And who is Norval in Glenalvou's eyes?

Glen. A peasant's son, a wand'ring beggar-boy, At best no more, even if ho speaks tho truth.

Norv. False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth?

Glen. Thv truth! thou'rt all a lie; and false as hell

Is the vainglorious tale thou told'st to Randolph. Norv. If I were chain'd, unarm'd, and bedrid old,

Perhaps I should revile; but as I am

I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval

Is of a race who strive not but with deeds.

Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valor,

And make thee sink too soon beneath my sword,

I'd toll thee—what thou art. I know thee well.

Glen. Dost thou not know7 Glenalvon, born to command Ten thousand slaves like thee I

Norv. Villain, no more;
Draw and defend thy life. I did design
To have defied thee in another cause;
But heaven accelerates its vengeance on thee.
Now for my own and Lady Randolph's wrong.
Enter Lord Randolph.

Lord R. Hold, I command you both. The man that stirs Makes me his foe.

Norv. Another voice than thine That threat had vainly sounded, noble Randolph.

Glen. Hear him, my lord; he's wondrous condescending:

Mark the humility of shepberd Norval!
Norv. Now you may scoff in safety.

[Sheaths his sword.

Lord R. Speak not thus, Taunting each other; but unfold to me The cause of quarrel, then I judge betwixt you. Norv. Nay, my good Lord, tho' I revere you much,

Douq. Kneel not to me—thou art mv father still;

Thy wish'd-for presence now completes my joy.
Welcome to me, my fortunes thou shalt sbji.re,
And ever honor'd with thy Douglas live.
Norv. And dost thou call me father? Ob, my

I think that I could die to make amends

My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment. For the great wrong I did thee. 'Twaa my crime


I blush to speak; I will not, cannot speak
Th' opprobrious words that I from him

To the liege-lord of my dear native land
I owe a subject's homage; but even him
And his high arbitration I'd reject.
Within my bosom reigns another lord—
Honor, sole judge and umpire of itself.
If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph,
Revoke your favors, and let Norval go
Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonor'd.
Lord R. Thus far I'll meditate with impartial

The ancient foe of Caledonia's land

Now waves his banners o'er her frighted fields.

Suspend your purpose till your country's arms

Repel the* bold'invader; then decide

The private quarrel.

Glen. I agree to this.

Norv. And I.

Enter Servant.

Sen: The banquet waits.
Lord R. We come.

[Exit Randolph and Servant.
Glen. Norval,
Let not our variance mar the social hour,
Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph.
Nor frowning auger, nor yet wrinkled bate,
Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy

Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame. Norv. Think not so lightly,. sir, of my resentment;

When we contend again our strife is mortal.


ACT V. The Wood. Enter Douglas. is the place, the

centre of the

Doug. This

Here stands the oak, the monarch of tho wood.
How sweet and solemn is this midnight scene I
The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way
Thro' skies where I could count each little star.
The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves;
The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed,
Imposes silence with a stilly sound.
In such a place as this, at such an hour,
If ancestry can be in ought believ'd,
Descending spirits have convers'd with man,
And told the secrets of the world unknown.

Enter Old Norval.
Norv. 'Tis he. But what if he should chide me
His just reproach I fear.

[douglas turns and sees him.

Forgive, forgive,

Canst thou forgive the man, the selfish man, Who bred Sir Malcolm's heir a shepherd's son?

Which in the wilderness so long conceal'd
The blossom of thy youth.

Doug. Not worse the fruit,
That in the wilderness the blossom blow'd.
Amongst the shepherds, in the humble cot,
I learned some lessons which I'll not forget
When I inhabit yonder lofty towers.
I, who was once a swain, will ever prove
The poor man's friend; and, w!ien my vasf als bow,
Norval shall smooth the crested pride of Douglas.

Norv. Let mo but live to see thine exaltation! Yet grievous are my fears. Oh, leave this place, And those unfriendly towers. Doug. Why should I leave them? Norv. Lord Randolph and his kinsman seek

your life. • Doug. How know'st thou'that? Norv. I will inform you how. When evening came, I left the secret place Appointed for me by your mother's care, And fondly trod in each accustom'd path That to the castle leads. Whilst thus I rang'd, [ was alarm'd with unexpected sounds Of earnest voices. On the persons came; Unseen I lurk'd, and overheard them name Each other as they talfe'd, Lord Randolph this. And that, Glenalvon; still of you they spoke. And of the lady; threat'ning was their speech, Tho' but imperfectly my ear could hear it. 'Twas strange, they said, a wonderful discov'ry; And ever and anon they vow'd revenge. Doug. Revenge! for what? Norv. For being what you are— Sir Malcolm's heir; how else have you offended? When they were gone, I hied me to my cottage, And there sat musing how I best might find Means to inform you of their wicked purpose. But I could think of none; at last, perplex'd, I issued forth, encompassing the tower With many a weary step and wishful look. Now Providence hath brought you to my sight. Let not your too courageous spirit scorn The caution which I give.

Doug. I scorn it not. My mother warn'd me of Glenalvon's baseness; L5ut I will not suspect the noble Randolph. In our encounter with the vile assassins, I mark'd his bravo demeanor; him I'll trust. Norv. I fear you will, tod far. Doug. Here, in this place, I wait my mother's coming; she shall know What thou hast told; her counsel I will follow: And cautious ever are a mother's counsels. You must depart; your presence may prevent Our interview.

Norv. My blessing rest upon thee! Oh, may heav'n's hand, which sav'd thee from the wave,

And from the sword of foes, be near thee still: Turning mischance, if aught hangs o'er thy head, All upon mine! [Exit. Doug. He loves me like a parent,

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