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You're wretched--very wretched; what's the matter? Is not your kinsman kind?
Mal. Yes; he is kind.
Jumes. Have you no powerful friend to plead your
And raise you in the Church?
Mal. I would not rise;
'I tell you, sir, I have no wish to rise;
Enough that I am in the church without
Being raised; I would not have a powerful friend "To plead my cause."
Mal. If Sir Adam Weir
Had deigned to ask my thoughts,—but no-no--no--
James. Ah! but that were unkind
To friends like me; for, trust me, though so short
Mal. But I know you not
I never saw you till an hour ago.
James. Oh!--so suspicious? Look on me, "See you a lurking devil in my eyes?" I tell you I would serve you if I could, "And sympathy is all that I can offer.
Reject it not. I'm but a simple yeoman; "But I would know your grief, if happily
I might relieve it. If it come to the worst,
"I can but share it." Come, come! hide no more
We'll stamp it into powder with our heels.
James. You have. But if you trust not to my words, And scorn my friendship
Mal. Oh, forgive me, Sir;
My heart was full. I do not scorn your friendship,
To be thrown by. Oh, Sir, your pardon !" Here Is my true hand. I thank you from my heart.
James. Now, then, 'tis as I thought. You'll not repent Your trusting me.
Mal. There's something in your eye
I love the very
Of your bold voice. You have no gloomy thoughts—
You know not-but-enough! Poor Malcolm Young! Tell me what weighs so heavy on your heart.
Made. [behind.] Now I shall hear what makes poor Malcolm sad.
Mal. Sir, 'tis but three weeks since that I came homeHome! no, I dare not call it home,-came here ;— After long tarrying at St. Andrew's schools,
By order of my kinsman, "at the last
"A month since,-'tis one little month ago."
Made. [aside.] Now comes the hidden grief.
To draw the sword 'neath gallant James's eye,
James. Heaven bless you, boy !—your hand again—your hand!
Would you have served the king?
Mal. Ay! died for him!
James. And he'd have cherished you, believe me, boy, "And held you in his heart, and trusted you
"And you'd ha' been true brothers ;-for a love
Like yours is what
poor James has need of most.”
Is this your grief?
Mal. Alas, my grief lies deeper!
"I might have bent me to my cruel fate,
With pray'rs that our brave king find Scots as true,
And worthier of his praise, than Malcolm Young."
When I came back, I had not been a day
'Mid well-known scenes, in the remembered rooms,
Made. [aside.] To love! to love!—
James. How found you this, poor friend?
Mal. By throbbings at the heart, when I but heard Her whispered name; thoughts buried long ago 'Neath childish memories-we were children bothRose up like arméd phantoms from their grave, Waving me from them with their mailéd hands! "I saw her, with the light of womanhood
'Spread o'er the childish charms I loved so well-
Made. [aside.] My head goes round-my heart will burst! Mal. I saw
A world lie open-and an envious spell
Fencing it from me; day by day, I felt
Grief and the blackness of unsunn'd despair
Closing all round me.
James. And the maiden's name?
- Mal, Was Madeleine Weir.
[Madeleine recoils, and leans for support on the side
James. [goes to Madeleine.] You're faint; you're deadly pale!
Made. 'Tis nothing,-'twas a pain-a sudden pang Shot through my head—but, I am better now.
Mal. She was not listening!
Made. No; I heard nothing-nothing;
'Twill soon be gone. I pray you, leave me now— I'm strong--I'm strong! She tries to walk, but sinks.] Help, Malcolm!--I am dying!
James. [catching her ere she falls.] Run, run for aid! and
come not back again;
Perhaps she heard you. I will guard her here.
Mal. Help, help! for Madeleine-" help, Widow
James. Wake, Madeleine-he's gone.
James. Look not so wildly!
Made. What was't I said!
Did he hear aught, "or see me--how I fell ?"
Made. Oh! never, never!
James. Ay, but there shall, tho'! "Gather up your heart, "And brace you for a struggle with your grief. "What! hopelessness sit on a brow like this; "And sorrow blight the roses on these lips?" I tell you, do not sigh, poor Madeleine; I tell you---nay, I lay command on you, Start not that I command---I tell you, hope! By heaven! I'd trample on all laws in the world That bring such sorrow.
Made. Oh, Sir, by your voice
guess how kind you are!
James. Ay, kind and true
And you shall never know me aught than kind.
So, cheer you, Madeleine!
"Made. Oh, Sir, I'm weak!
"A moment with myself would strengthen me,— "I think I'm better now.
"James." Come, lean on me!
'Tis a black night that lets no starlight through;
Made. For me!-for me!-and I the while,
And blinder, colder, ne'er to feel that here,
He dare not love! I dare not love him more!
"I thought was but our friendship, as of old,
Long years since. And 'tis all for me he mourns !— Hopeless!--oh, wherefore have I heard his secret, "And wherefore have I found my own?"
Enter SIR ADam Weir, r.
Sir A. My child,
I told you that my worthy friend, Laird Small,
Will pay his court; no blushes-no denials-
Sir A. Let me see no foolish qualms;
Sir A. Not a word; make ready to receive him, He will be here anon.
Made. I'm weak-I'm ill
I cannot see him.
Sir A. Cannot see my friend?
The man I've chosen? let me hear no more
I have never loved
[Exit Madeleine, L.
A thing on earth as I have loved that girl,
"Since my two sons and her poor mother died." But I will not be mocked,
Enter LAIRD and MUNGO, R.
Laird. Gadso! Sir Adam,