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Summon an hundred horse, by break of day,
Enter Lady RANDolph.
Lady R. Alas, my Lord I’ve heard unwelcome news ;
The Danes are landed.
Lord R. Ay, no inroad this
Lady R. Dreadful times!
Lord R. The fenceless villages are all forsaken ;
Lady R. Immense, as fame reports, the Danish
Lord R. Were it as numerous as loud fame reports,
An army knit like ours would pierce it through : 20
Brothers, that shrink not from each other's side,
Enter No RVAL and GLENA Lvon.
Glenalvon with the lark arise; go forth,
In him he favours. Hear from whence it came.
Lord R. Why did this soldier in a desart hide Those qualities, that should have grac'd a camp : Nor. That too at last I learn'd. Unhappy man! Returning homewards by Messina's port, 8o Loaded with wealth and honours bravely won, A rude and boist’rous captain of the sea Fasten’d a quarrel on him. Fierce they fought; The stranger fell, and with his dying breath Declar'd his name and lineage. Mighty pow'r I The soldier cried, my brother Oh my brother! Lady R. His brother Nor. Yes; of the same parents born; His only brother. They exchang'd 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 lov’d brother's ghost; And oft each night forsakes his sullen couch, To make sad orisons for him he slew. Lady R. To what mysterious woes are mortals born 1 In this dire tragedy were there no more 1 Oo Unhappy persons Did the parents live Nor. No, they were dead; kind Heav'n had clos'd their eyes, Before their son had shed his brother’s blood. Lord R. Hard is his fate; for he was not to blame! There is a destiny in this strange world,
Which oft decrees an undeserved doom. Let schoolmen tell us why From whence these sounds : [Trumpets at a distance.
Enter an Officer.
Off. My lord, the trumpets of the troops of Lorn: The valiant leader hails the noble Randolph. Lord R. Mine ancient guest Does he the warriors lead Has Denmark rous’d the brave old knight to arms Off. 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. Off. My lord, requests are vain. He urges on, impatient of delay, Stung with the tidings of the foe's approach. 12C Lord R. May victory sit on the warrior's plume 1 Bravest of men his flocks and herds are safe ; Remote from war's alarms his pastures lie, By mountains inaccessible secur'd : Yet foremost he into the plain descends, Eager to bleed in battles not his own. Such were the heroes of the ancient world; Conteinners 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.