Oh! my beloved child! O Douglas, Douglas!

[DOUGLAS growing more and more faint. Doug. Too soon we part: I have not long been Douglas;

O destiny! hardly thou deal'st with me;
Clouded and hid, a stranger to myself,
In low and poor obscurity I've liv'd.

Lady R. Has Heav'n preserv'd thee for an end like

this?

Doug. Oh! had I fall'n as my brave fathers fell, Turning with fatal arm the tide of battle!

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Like them I should have smil'd and welcom'd death:
But thus to perish by a villain's hand!

Cut off from nature's and from glory's course,
Which never mortal was so fond to run.

Lady R. Hear justice; hear! stretch thy avenging

arm.

[DOUGLAS falls.

Doug. Unknown I die; no tongue shall speak of me. Some noble spirits, judging by themselves

May yet conjecture what I might have prov'd,
And think life only wanting to my fame :
But who shall comfort thee?

Lady R. Despair, despair!

Doug. Oh, had it pleas'd high Heav'n to let me live A little while!—my eyes that gaze on thee Grow dim apace! my mother-O! my mother! [Dies.

Enter Lord RANDOLPH and ANNA.

Lord R. Thy words, thy words of truth, have pierc'd my heart;

I am the stain of knighthood and of arms.

Oh! if my brave deliverer survives

The traitor's sword

Anna. Alas! look there, my lord.

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Lord R. The mother and her son! How curst I am!

Was I the cause? No: I was not the cause.

Yon matchless villain did seduce my soul

To frantic jealousy.

Anna. My lady lives:

The agony of grief hath but suppress'd
Awhile her powers.

Lord R. But my deliverer's dead;

"The world did once esteem lord Randolph well,
"Sincere of heart, for spotless honour fam'd:
"And, in my early days, glory I gain'd

"Beneath the holy banner of the cross.

"Now past the noon of life, shame comes upon me; Reproach, and infamy, and public hate,

"Are near at hand: for all mankind will think "That Randolph basely stabb'd Sir Malcolm's heir.” Lady R. [Recovering.] Where am I now? Still in this wretched world!

Grief cannot break a heart so hard as mine.

"My youth was worn in anguish : but youth's strength, "With hope's assistance, bore the brunt of sorrow; "And train'd me on to be the object now, "On which Omnipotence displays itself,

"Making a spectacle, a tale of me,

"To awe it's vassal, man.""

Lord R. Oh, misery!

Amidst thy raging grief I must proclaim

My innocence.'

Lady R. Thy innocence !

Lord R. My guilt

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Is innocence compar'd with what thou think'st it.
Lady R. Of thee I think not: what have I to do
With thee, or any thing? My son! my son!
My beautiful! my brave! how proud was I
Of thee and of thy valour! my fond heart
O'erflow'd this day with transport, when I thought
Of growing old amidst a race of thine,

Who might make up to me their father's childhood,
And bear my brother's and my husband's name:
Now all my hopes are dead! A little while
Was I a wife! a mother not so long!

What am I now ?-I know.-But I shall be
That only whilst I please; for such a son

And such a husband drive me to my fate. [Runs out.
Lord R. Follow her, Anna: I myself would follow,
But in this rage she must abhor my presence.

Enter Old NORVAL.

[Exit ANNA.

Old Nor. I heard the voice of woe: Heaven guard

my child!

Lord R. Already is the idle gaping crowd, The spiteful vulgar, come to gaze on Randolph. Begone.

Old Nor. I fear thee not. I will not go. Here I'll remain. I'm an accomplice, lord,

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With thee in murder. Yes, my sins did help
To crush down to the ground this lovely plant.
Oh, noblest youth that ever yet was born!
Sweetest and best, gentlest and bravest spirit,
That ever blest the world! Wretch that I am,
Who saw that noble spirit swell and rise
Above the narrow limits that confin'd it,
Yet never was by all thy virtues won
To do thee justice, and reveal the secret,
Which, timely known, had rais'd thee far above
The villain's snare. Oh! I am punish'd now!

These are the hairs that should have strew'd the ground,

And not the locks of Douglas.

[Tears his hair, and throws himself upon the body of

Douglas.

Lord R. I know thee now:

thy boldness I forgive:

" My crest is fallen." For thee I will appoint
A place of rest, if grief will let thee rest.
I will reward, altho' I cannot punish.
Curs'd, curs'd Glenalvon, he escap'd too well,
Tho' slain and baffled by the hand he hated.
Foaming with rage and fury to the last,
Cursing his conqueror, the felon died.

Enter ANNA.

Anna. My lord! My lord!

Lord R. Speak: I can hear of horror.
Anna. Horror, indeed!

Lord R. Matilda?

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Anna. Is no more:

She ran, she flew like lightning up the hill,
Nor halted till the precipice she gain'd,

Beneath whose low'ring top the river falls
Ingulph'd in rifted rocks: thither she came,
As fearless as the eagle lights upon it,
And headlong down-

Lord R. 'Twas I alas! 'twas I

That fill'd her breast with fury; drove her down
The precipice of death! Wretch that I am!

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Anna. Oh, had you seen her last despairing look! Upon the brink she stood, and cast her eyes Down on the deep: then lifting up her head And her white hands to Heaven, seeming to say, Why am I forc'd to this? she plung'd herself Into the empty air.

Lord R. I will not vent,

In vain complaints, the passion of my soul.
Peace in this world I never can enjoy.

These wounds the gratitude of Randolph gave ;
They speak aloud, and with the voice of fate
Denounce my doom. I am resolv'd. I'll g

go

Straight to the battle, where the man that makes 800
Me turn aside must threaten worse than death.
Thou, faithful to thy mistress, take this ring,
Full warrant of my power. Let every rite
With cost and pomp upon their funerals wait:

For Randolph hopes he never shall return. [Exeunt.