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Lord R. Mine ancient guest! does he the warrio, lead . Has Denmark roused the brave old knight to arms ? Offi. No; worn with warfare, he resigns the sword; His eldest hope, the valiant John of Lorn, Now leads his kindred bands. Lord R. Glenalvon, go. With hospitality's most strong request Entreat the chief. [Exit GLENALvoN. Offi. 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; Remote from war's alarms his pastures lie, , By mountains inaccessible secured; 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. [Erit with Officer. Lady R. The soldier's loftiness, the pride and pomp Investigating awful war, Norval, I see, Transport thy youthful mind. o Nor. Ah! should they not? Bless'd be the hour I left my father's 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; And if I fall, with noble dust I lie. Lady R. There is a generous spirit in thy breast, That could have well sustain’d a prouder fortune, Since lucky chance has left us here alone,
Unseen, unheard, by human eye or ear,
woe, Weeping her husband slain, her infant lost.
Nor. You, that are skill'd so well in the sad story Of my unhappy parents, and with tears Bewail their destiny, now have compassion Upon the offspring of the friends you loved. 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 heaven the aid Her son should give. It is, it must be so— Your countenance confesses that she is wretched : Oh, tell me her condition! Can the sword Who shall resist me in a parent's cause 2 Lady R. Thy virtue ends her woe—My son my son Nor. Art thou my mother ? Lady R. I am thy mother, and the wife of Douglas! [Falls upon his neck. Nor. Oh, heaven and earth! how wondrous is my fate Ever let me kneel ! Lady R. Image of Douglas ! fruit of fatal love 1 All that I owe thy sire I pay to thee. Nor. Respect and admiration still possessme, 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 woman kind? Lady R. Arise, my son. In me thou dost behold The poor remains of beauty once admired. Yet in my prime I equall'd not thy father: His eyes were like the eagle's, yet sometimes Liker the dove's : and, as he pleased, he won All hearts with softness, or with spirit awed. Nor. How did he fall Sure 'twas a bloody field When Douglas died. Oh, I have much to ask' . Lady R. Hereafter thou shalt hear the lengthen'd tale Of all thy father's and thy mother's woes.
At present this—Thou art the rightful heir
Nor. I will remember. Where is Norval now,
Lady R. At hand conceal’d he lies,
Nor. Has he indeed? Then let yon false Glenalvon Beware of me. - [Erit.
Lady R. There burst the smother'd flame.—
Enter LoRD RANDolph and GLENALvoN.
Lord R. Yon gallant chief, Of arms enamour'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. [Erit. Lord R. 'Tis so, by Heaven! 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.