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Mal. Alas, I cannot tell !
Sir A. And no one else. She has a heart untouched By liking, for she ne'er has spoke to man Save you; and, therefore, why should she refuse Her hand where I've determined to bestow it ? “ Moss-Holm, with its broad meadows and rich haughs, “Is settled on her, on her marriage day; “ The management—the rents, are in my
hands : “ Moss-Holm and Laichmont, if conjoined in one, “ Were a fit holding for a belted earl. “ Now hear me farther: If success should crown
My efforts, in a cause which scarce can fail,
My rising, with some crotchet of his own;"
Mal. Something of this she knew.
Sir A. I know she did,
Mal. She did not tell me she would give consent.
Sir A. You did not ask her. Am I thwarted thus ? Have
the insolence to tell me this ? Know you what I have been to you ?
Mal. I do.
Sir A. Well, then-why spoke you not to Madeleine, To change her purpose ?
Mal. For I could not do it.
Mal. Yes, I know it was.
I told you yes. You asked me, if I knew
Sir A. How mean you, Sir ?
Mal. Nay, hear me out. When all that I possessed It was not much, but it was all I hadWas lost in the great bark in which you sailed, When you were shipwrecked on the Spanish coast
Sir A. I know, I know; you doubt not I was wrecked ? I have the proofs.
Mal. When all I had was lost,
heart a tomb ! I warn you, make not others miserable, As you've made me. I'm a roused man.
Beware! Sir A. What is’t you know? Of what must I beware ?
Mal. I tell you, every tear that I have shed, Rises to Heaven against you, like the voice Of blood ! for Sorrow has a cry for Vengeance On him who caused it, as the voiceless lips Of murdered men call out to Righteous Heaven Against their murderer! There's an hour shall comeIt may come quickly.
Sir A. What do you suspect ?
(A noise heard. What tramp is that of horsemen in the court ? Can Albyn be returned ? And will the lords Do as Lord Dacre bids them ? Will they take The English bribes, and leave the fiery James Unfriended, powerless ? Then, my game is won! No danger more ; rank, fortune, all my own;
Enter LAIRD SMALL, Mungo, and Widow, R.
Laird. It's very kind, Gadso!
presence, and his bride's ; Gadso, 'tis kind ! I thought not Mungo such a favourite.
Sir A. (L. c.) Your son is silent, Sir.
Enter OFFICER, R.
Mun. (R. C.) With mema course ?
Laird. The king has sent for us : for
Mun. Father, when we arrive at Holyrood,
Laird. No ? Does the King not like it ? few folks do, To be reminded of discomfitures. I knew a captain of—but never mind, He ran away from Flodden. Gadso, Sir! If you said anything that began with F,Physic, philosophy, no matter whatGadso, he flew in such a passion, Sir.
Sir A. I'll not to court: I'm old; I am not well.
Ofi. I must require you to make no delay;
Widow. What, I? Sir Adam !
cousin ? I'll borrow her green satin. Madeleine ! Where is she gone to ? Cousin Madeleine ! Erit, L.
Mun. Father, you'll not speak any nonsense, now, About my breaking in King James's horse?
Laird. Why not? It was a goodly piece of service;
Mun. I wish the King
Offi. I must remind you
Sir A. You had best make haste
Laird. The King is very kind-exceeding good.
\Exeunt omnes, R.
END OF ACT IV.
SCENE I.--The Audience Chamber in Holyrood; folding
doors at the back; a side-door, R.; throne, L. C. “James seated apart. The CouRTIERS in groups. The
“ LORDS observing him. “ Somer. [To Kil.] His grace is heavier than his wont.
" Kil. He looks “ All round, first upon one, then on another, " As he would dive into their hearts.
“ Somer. See, now!
“ James. Seton !
“ James. Come near me, Seton !
grace. " James. Bid him despatch.
[Exit Seton, R. [To Hume. A word— • The escort is returned from Laichmont ?
“ Hume. Yes. • James. With the whole household of Sir Adam Weir ? “ Hume. They wait your summons in the ante-chamber. “ James. Well, let them wait awhile; we've other mat
“ That need our ordering first. I'll call them soon. “ Kil. (To Somerville.] A smile—the first I've seen on
him to-day. " Somer. I trust he has no doubt.
• Kil. His looks are sad, “ Not doubtful. He is of a trusting nature.
“Somer. When comes the messenger from Dacre's
“ Max. I trust, ere long; I like quick settlements. “ And, by the Lord ! if Dacre plays us false, “ And sends not the instalment due this week, “ I'll join the King !
" Kil. Oh! he will send the coin.