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Lord Rand. Why did this soldier in a desert
hide Those qualities that should have graced a camp?
Norv. That too at last I learn'd. Unhappy
Returning homeward by Messina's port,
Lady Band. His brother!
Norv. Yes; of the same parents born; His only brother. They exchanged forgiveness: And happy, in my mind, was he that died; For many deaths has the survivor suffer'd. In the wild desart 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 loved brother's ghost: And oft each night forsakes his sullen couch, To make sad orisons for him he slew.
Lady Sand. To what mysterious woes are mortals born!
In this dire tragedy, were there no more
closed their eyes
Before their son had shed his brother's blood. Lord Band. Hard is his fate; for he was not
There is a destiny in this strange world,
Enter an Officer.
Off. My lord, the trumpets of the troops of Lorn: The valiant leader hails the noble Randolph. Lord Band. Mine ancient guest? does he the
Has Denmark roused the brave old knight to arms? Off. No; worn with warfare, he resigns the
His eldest hope, the valiant John of Lorn,
Lord Rand. Glenalvon, go,
Off. My lord, requests are vain.
Lord Rand. May victory sit on the warrior's
Bravest of men! his flocks and herds are safe;
Manent Lady Randolph and Norval.
Lady Rand. The soldier's loftiness, the pride and pomp
Investing awful war, Norval, I see,
JVo/T. Ah! should they not?
Lady Rand. There is a gen'rous spirit in thy
That could have well sustain'd a prouder fortune.
Norv. Let there be danger, lady, with the se^
That I may hug it to my grateful heart,
Lady Band. Know'st thou these gems?
Norv. Durst I believe mine eyes, I'd say I knew them, and they were my father's.
Lady Band. Thy father's, say'st thou? Ah! they were thy father's!
Norv. I saw them once, and curiously inquired Of both my parents, whence such splendour came; But I was check'd, and more could never learn.
Lady Rand. Then learn of me, thou art not Norval's son.
Norv. Not Norval's son!
Lady Rand. Nor of a shepherd sprang.
Norv. Lady, who am I then?
Lady Rand. Noble thou art;
Norv. I will believe—
Lady Rand. Douglas!
Norv. Lord Douglas, whom to-day I saw?
Lady Rand. His younger brother.
Norv. And in yonder camp
Lady Rand. Alas!
Norv. Youmakemetremble—Sighs and tears!— Lives my brave father?
Lady Rand. 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? I may conclude, From my own fate, her portion has been sorrow.
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