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Sir Malcolm's heir is come to claim his own;
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!
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.
The God of battles of my life dispose
Too well I love that valour which I warn.
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;
[Just as they are separating, enter from
[Exeunt, at different sides, Douglas and Lady Randolph.
Glen. I'm prepared.
Lord Rand. No; I command thee stay.
[Exit Lord Randolph.
side of the stage, listens and speaks. Glen. Demons of death, come, settle on my
And to a double slaughter guide it home!
[Lord Randolph behind the scenes.
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!
Lady Hand. He lives, he lives!
Doug. It was Glenalvon.
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!