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Sir Malcolm's heir is come to claim his own;
And they will be revenged. Perhaps even now,
Arm'd and prepared for murder, they but wait
A darker and more silent hour, to break
Into the chamber where they think thou sleep'st.
This moment, this, heaven hath ordain'd to save

thee!
Fly to the camp, my son!

Doug. And leave you here? No: to the castle let us go together, Call up the ancient servants of your house, Who in their youth did eat your father's bread; Then tell them loudly that I am your son. If in the breasts of men one spark remains Of sacred love, fidelity, or pity, Some in your cause will arm. I ask but few To drive those spoilers from my father's house.

Lady Rand. O Nature, Nature! what can check

thy force ?—

Thou genuine offspring of the daring Douglas!
But rush not on destruction: save thyself,
And I am safe. To me they mean no harm.
Thy stay but risks thy precious life in vain.
That winding path conducts thee to the river.

Cross where thou seest a broad and beaten way, Which running eastward leads thee to the camp. Instant demand admittance to Lord Douglas. Shew him these jewels which his brother wore. Thy look, thy voice, will make him feel the truth, Which I by certain proof will soon confirm.

Doug. I yield me, and obey : but yet my heart Bleeds at this parting. Something bids me stay, And guard a mother's life. Oft have I read Of wond'rous deeds by one bold arm achieved. Our foes are two; no more: let me go forth, . And see if any shield can guard Glenalvon.

Lady Rand. If thou regard'st thy mother, or

reverest Thy father's mem'ry, think of this no more.

One thing I have to say before we part;

Long wert thou lost; and thou art found, my child,

In a most fearful season. War and battle

I have great cause to dread. Too well I see

Which way the current of thy temper sets:

To-day I've found thee. Oh! my long-lost hope!

If thou to giddy valour givest the rein,

To-morrow I may lose my son for ever.

The love of thee, before thou saw'st the light,

Sustain'd my life when thy brave father fell.
If thou shalt fall, I have nor love nor hope
In this waste world! My son, remember me!
Doug. What shall I say? how can I give you

comfort?

The God of battles of my life dispose
As may be best for you; for whose dear sake
I will not bear myself as I resolved.
But yet consider, as no vulgar name
That which I boast sounds amongst martial men,
How will inglorious caution suit my claim?
The post of fate unshrinking I maintain:
My country's foes must witness who I am.
On the invaders' heads I'll prove my birth,
Till friends and foes confess the genuine strain.
If in this strife I fall, blame not your son,
Who, if he lives not honour'd, must not live.
Lady Rand. I will not utter what my bosom

feels.

Too well I love that valour which I warn.
Farewell, my son! my counsels are but vain;

[Embracing.

And as high Heaven hath will'd it, all must be. [ They are about to separate.

Gaze not on me, thou wilt mistake the path;
I'll point it out again.

[Just as they are separating, enter from
the Wood Lord Randolph and
Glenalvon.
Lord Rand. Not in her presence.

[Exeunt, at different sides, Douglas and Lady Randolph.

Now

Glen. I'm prepared.

Lord Rand. No; I command thee stay.
I go alone: it never shall be said
That I took odds to combat mortal man.
The noblest vengeance is the most complete.

[Exit Lord Randolph.
[glenalvon makes some steps to the same

side of the stage, listens and speaks. Glen. Demons of death, come, settle on my

sword,

And to a double slaughter guide it home!
The lover and the husband both must die.

[Lord Randolph behind the scenes.
Lord Rand. Draw, villain! draw.
Doug. Assail me not, Lord Randolph!
Not, as thou lovest thyself. [Clashing of swords.

[graphic]

Glen. Now is the time. [Running out.

Enter Lady Randolph at the apposite side of the stage, faint and breathless.

Lady Hand. Lord Randolph, hear me; all shall

be thine own: But spare! Oh spare my son!

Enter Douglas, with a sword in each hand.

Dong. My mother's voice!
I can protect thee still.

Lady Hand. He lives, he lives!
For this, for this to Heaven eternal praise!
But sure I saw thee fall.

Doug. It was Glenalvon.
Just as my arm had master'd Randolph's sword,
The villain came behind me; but I slew him.

Lady Rand. Behind thee! Ah, thou'rt wounded! O my child, How pale thou look'st! And shall I lose thee now?

Doug. Do not despair: I feel a little faintness; I hope it will not last. [Leans upon his sword.

Lady Rand. There is no hope!

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