His just reproach I fear. Forgive, forgive! [DOUGLAS turns and sees him. Can'st thou forgive the man, the selfish man, Who bred Sir Malcolm's heir a shepherd's son? Doug. Kneel not to me; thou art my father still: Thy wish'd-for presence now completes my joy. Welcome to me, my fortunes thou shalt share, And ever hononr'd with thy Douglas live. Old Norv. And dost thou call me father? O my son ! I think that I could die to make amends For the great wrong I did thee. 'Twas my crime Doug. Not worse the fruit, That in the wilderness the blossom blow'd. I, who was once a swain, will ever prove The poor man's friend; and, when my vassals bow, Norval shall smooth the crested pride of Douglas. Old Norv. Let me but live to see thine exalta tion ! Yet grievous are my fears. O leave this place, And those unfriendly towers. Doug. Why should I leave them? Old Norv. Lord Randolph and his kinsman seek your life. Doug. How know'st thou that? Old Norv. I will inform you how. And fondly trod in each accustom❜d path Doug. Revenge! for what? Old 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, Doug. I scorn it not. My mother warn'd me of Glenalvon's baseness; I mark'd his brave demeanour: him I'll trust. I wait my mother's coming: she shall know And cautious ever are a mother's counsels. You must depart; your presence may prevent Old Norv. My blessing rest upon thee! may heaven's hand, which saved 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 OLD NOrval. Doug. He loves me like a parent; And must not, shall not, lose the son he loves, Before he speaks it out I will accept; Enter LADY RANDOLPH. Lady Rand. My son! I heard a voice Doug, -The voice was mine. Lady Rand. Didst thou complain aloud to Nature's ear, That thus in dusky shades, at midnight hours, By stealth the mother and the son should meet? [Embracing him. Doug. No; on this happy day, this better birth day, My thoughts and words are all of hope and joy. Lady Rand. Sad fear and melancholy still di vide The empire of my breast with hope and joy. Doug. First, let me tell What may the tenor of your counsel change. At eve, unseen by Randolph and Glenalvon, 'Twas strange, they said, a wonderful discovery; And ever and anon they vow'd revenge. Lady Rand. Defend us, gracious God! we are betray'd: They have found out the secret of thy birth; |