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She was not wont with ling'ring step to meet Dou. He loves Elwina, and, my curses on me, He is belov'd again.
(him! Or greet my coming with a cold embrace; Raby. I'm on the rack ! Now, I extend my longing arms in vain : Dou. Not the two Theban brothers bore My child, my darling, does not come to fill
each other them.
Such deep, such deadly hate as I and Percy. O they were happy days, when she would fly Raby. But tell me of my child, To meet me from the camp, or from the chace, Dou. (Not minding him.] As I and Percy! And with her fondness overpay my toils ! When ai the marriage rites, O rites accurs'd ! How eager would her tender hands unbrace I seiz'd her trembling hand, she started back, The ponderous armour from my war-worn Cold horror thrill'd her veins, her tears liow'd limbs,
fast. And pluck the helmet which oppos'a her Fool that I was, I thought 'twas maiden fear; Dou. O sweet delights, that never must be Dull, doting ignorance : beneath those terrors, mine!
Hatred for me and love for Percy lurk'd. Raby. What do I hear ?
Raby. What proof of guilt is this? Dou. Nothing: inquire no farther.
Dou. E'er since our marriage, Raby. My lord, if you respect an old man's Our days have still been cold and joyless all; peace,
Painful restraint, and hatred ill disguis'd, If e'er you doted on my much-lov'd child, Her sole return for all my waste of fondness. As 'tis most sure you made me think you did, This very morn I told her 'twas your will Then, by the pangs which you may one day She should repair to court; with all those feel,
[it, When you, 'like me, shall be a fond, fond Which first subdued my soul, and still enslave father,
She begg'd to stay behind in Raby Castle, And tremble for the treasure of your age, For courts and cities had no charms for her. Tell me what this alarming silence means? Curse my blind love! I was again ensnar'd, You sigh, you do not speak, nay more, you And doted on the sweetness which deceiv'a hear not;
[sent, Your lab'ring soul turns inward on itself, Just at the hour she thought I should be abAs there were nothing but your own sad (For chance could ne'er have tim'd their guilt thoughts
[knights, Deserv'd regard. Does my child live? Arriv'd young, Harcourt, one of Percy's Dou. She does.
Strictly enjoin'd to speak to none but her; Raby. To bless her father!
1 seiz'd the miscreant: hitherto he's silent, Duu. And to curse her husband !
But tortures soon shall force him to confess! Raby. Ah! have a care, my lord, I'm not so Raby. Percy is absent--They have never old
met. Dou. Nor 1 so base, that I should tamely Dou, At what a feeble hold you grasp for bear it ;
succour! Nor am I so inur'd to infamy,
Will it content me that her person's pure ? That I can say, without a burning blush, No, if her alien heart dotes on another, She lives to be my curse !
She is unchaste, were not that other Percy. Raby. How's this?
Let vulgar spirits basely wait for proof, Doni. I thought
She loves another-'tis enough for Douglas. The lily opening to the heaven's soft dews, Raby. Be patient. Was not so fragrant, and was not so chaste. Dou. Be a tame convenient husband, Rahy. Has she prov'd otherwise ? I'll not And meanly wait for circumstantial guilt? believe it.
(child ? No-I am nice as the first Cæsar was, Who has traduc'd my sweet, my innocent And start at bare suspicion.
[Going. Yet she's too good to 'scape calumnious Raby. (Holding him.) Douglas, hear me; tongues.
Thou hast nam'd a Roman husband; if she's I know that Slander loves a lofty mark:
false, It saw her soar a flight above her fellows, I mean to prove myself a Roman father. And hurl'd its arrow to her glorious height,
[Erit Douglas. To reach her heart, and bring her to the This marriage was my work, and thus I'm ground.
punish'd! Dou. Had the rash tongue of Slander so
Enter Elwina. presum'd, My vengeance had not been of that slow sort Elu. Where is my father ? let me fly to meet To need a prompter; nor should any arm, O let me clasp his venerable knees, [him, No, not a father's, dare dispute with mine, And die of joy in his belov'd embrace ! The privilege to die in her defence.
Raby. [Acoiding het embrace.] Elwina ! None dares accuse Elwina, but
Elw. And is that all? so cold? Raby. But who?
Raby. [Sternly.) Elwina! Dou. But Douglas.
Elw. Then I'm undone indeed! How stern Raby. (Puts his hand to his sword.) You –
bis looks! spare my age's weakness!
I will not be repuls'd, I am your child, You do not know what 'tis to be a father; The child of that dear mother you ador'd; You do not know, or you would pity me, You shall not throw me off, I will grow here, The thousand tender throbs, the nameless And, like the patriarch, wrestle for a blessing. feelings,
Raby. (Holding her from him.] Before I take The dread to ask, and yet the wish to know,
thee in these aged arms, When we adore and fear ; but wherefore fear? Press thee with transport to this beating heart, Does not the blood of Raby fill her veins ? And give a loose to all a parent's fondness,
Dou. Percy ;-know'st thou that name? Answer, and see thou answer me as truly Raby. How! What of Percy ?
As if the dread inquiry came from Heaven,Does no interior sense of guilt confound thee ? | All private interests sink at his approach; Canst thou lay all thy naked soul before me? All selfish cares be for a moment banish'd; Can thy unconscious eye encounter mine? I've now no child, no kindred but my country. Canst thou endure the probe, and never shrink ? Elw. Weak heart, be still, for what hast Can thy firm hand meet mine, and never trem
thou to fear? ble ? Art thou prepar'd to meet the rigid Judge ?
Enter Sir HUBERT. Or to embrace the fond, the melting father? Elw. Mysterious Heaven! to what am I re- Raby. Welcome, thou gallant knight! Sir serv'd!
Hubert, welcome! Raby. Should some rash man, regardless of Welcome to Raby Castle !-In one word, thy fame,
Is the king safe? Is Palestine subdu'd ? And in defiance of thy marriage vows,
Sir H. The king is safe, and Palestine subPresume to plead a guilty passion for thee,
du d. What wouldst thou do?
Raby. Bless'd be the God of armies ! Now, Elu. What honour bids me do.
Sir Hubert, Raby. Come to my arms ! [They embrace. By all the saints, thou'rt a right noble knight Elw. My father !
O why was I too old for this crusade! Raby. Yes, Elwina,
I think it would have made me young again, Thou art my child-thy mother's perfect image. Could I, like thee, have seen the hated cres. Elw. Forgive these tears of mingled joy and
[Elwina ! doubt;
(please Yield to the Christian cross.-How now, For why that question? who should seek to What! cold at news which might awake the The desolate Elwina ?
dead ? Raby. But if any
[him, If there's a drop in thy degenerate veins Should so presume, canst thou resolve to hate That glows not now, thou art not Raby's Whate'er his name, whate'er his pride of blood, daughter. Whate'er his former arrogant pretensions ? It is religion's cause, the cause of Heaven ! El. Ha !
Elw. When policy assumes religion's name, Ruby. Dost thou falter ? Have a care, El- And wears the sanctimonious garb of faith wina.
Only to colour fraud, and license murder, Elw. Sir, do not fear me: am I not your War then is tenfold guilt, daughter?
Raby. Blaspheming girl! Raby. Thou hast a higher claim upon thy Elw. "Tis not the crosier, nor the pontiff's Thou art Earl Douglas' wife. (honour; The saintly look, nor elevated eye, (robe, Elw. (Weeps.] I am, indeed !
Nor Palestine destroy'd, nor Jordan's banks Raby. Unhappy Douglas !
Deluged with blood of slaughter'd infidels; Elw. Has he then complain's ?
No, nor the extinction of the eastern world, Has he presum'd to sully my wbite fame? Nor all the mad, pernicious, bigot rage Raby. He knows that Percy,
Of your crusades, can bribe that Power that Elw. Was my destin'd husband;
sees By your own promise, by a father's promise, The motive with the act. O blind, to think And by a tie more strong, more sacred still, That cruel war can please the Prince of Peace! Mine, by the fast firm bond of mutual love. He, who erects his altar in the heart, Raby. Now, by my fears, thy husband told Abhors the sacrifice of human blood, me truth.
And all the false devotion of that zeal Elw. If he has told thee, that thy only child | Which massacres the world he died to save. Was forc'd a helpless victim to the altar, Raby. O impious rage! If thou wouldst shun Torn from his arms who had her virgin heart,
my curse, And forc'd to make false vows to one shé No more, "I charge thee.—Tell me, good Sir hated,
[deed, Then I confess that he has told the truth, Say, have our arms achiev'd this glorious Raby. Her words are barbed arrows in my (I fear to ask,) without much Christian bloodheart.
shed? But 'tis too late. (Aside.] Thou hast appoint- Elw. Now, Heaven support me! (Aside. ed Harcourt
(sence ? Sir H. My good lord of Raby, To see thee here by stealth in Douglas' ab- Imperfect is the sum of human glory! Elw. No, by my life, nor knew I till this would I could tell thee that the field was won, moment
Without the death of such illustrious knights That Harcourt was return'd. Was it for this As make the high-flush'd cheek of victory I taught my heart to struggle with its feel- pale. ings ?
Elw. Why should I tremble thus ?
Aside Was it for this I bore my wrongs in silence? Raby. Who have we lost? When the fond ties of early love were broken, Sir H. The noble Clifford, Walsingham, and Did my weak soul break out in fond com
Grey, plaints ?
Sir Harry Hastings, and the valiant Pembroke, Did I reproach thee? Did I call thee cruel ? All men of choicest note. No–I endur'd it all; and wearied Heaven Raby. O that my name To bless the father who destroy'd my peace. Had been enroll'd in such a list of heroes ! Enter MESSENGER.
If I was too infirm to serve my country,
I might have prov'd my love by dying for her. Mess. My lord, a knight, Sir Hubert as I Elw. Were there no more? think,
Sir H. But few of noble blood. But newly landed from the holy wars, But the brave youth who gain'd the palm of Entreats admittance.
(war, Raby. Let the warrior enter.
The flower of knighthood, and the plume of [Exit MESSENGER. I Who bore his banner foremost in the field,
Yet conquer'd more by mercy than the sword, Yes, thou most lovely, most ador’d of women, Was Percy.
I'll copy every virtue, every grace, Elw. Then he lives!
[-4 side. Of my bless'd rival, happier even in death Ruby. Did he? Did Percy ?
To be thus lov'd, than living to be scorn'd. O gallant boy, then I'm thy foe no more;
[Exit. Who conquers for my country is my friend ! His fame shall add new glories to a house,
ACT III. Where never maid was false, nor knight dis
SCENE I.-A Garden at Raby Castle, with loyal. Sir H. You do embalm him, lady, with your
Enter PERCY and SIR HUBERT.
Sir H. That Percy lives, and is retura'd in
safety, Elu. Said'st thou-died ?
More joys my soul than all the mighiy conSir H. Beneath the towers of Solyma he fell. That sun beheld, which rose on Syria's ruin. Elw. Oh!
Per. I've told thee, good Sir Hubert, by Sir H. Look to the lady.
(slain. [ELWINA faints in her father's arms.
I was preserv'd, though number'd with the Raby. Gentle knight, retire
Sir H. 'Twas strange, indeed! 'Tis an imfirmity of nature in her,
Per. "Twas Heaven's immediate work! She ever mourns at any tale of blood;
But let me now indulge a dearer joy, She will be well anon-meantime, Sir Hubert, Talk of a richer gift of Mercy's hand; You'll grace our castle with your friendly A gift so precious to my doting heart,
sojourn. Sir H. I must return with speed-health to o Hubert, let my soul indulge its softness !
That life preserv'd is but a second blessing. the lady,
[Exit. The hour, the spot, is sacred to Elwina. Raby. Look up, Elwina. Should her hus- This was her fav’rite walk; I well remember,
band come! Yet she revives not.
For who forgets that loves as I have lov'd ?)
I was in that very bower she gave this scarf, Enter Douglas.
Wrought by the hand of love! she bound it on,
And, smiling, cried, Whate'er befall us, Percy, Duu. Ha-Elwina fainting!
Be this the sacred pledge of faith between us. My lord, I fear you have too harshly chid her. knelt, and swore, call'd every power to Her gentle nature could not brook your stern
No time, nor circumstance, should force it She wakes, she stirs, she feels returning life. My love!
(He takes her hand. But I would lose my life and that togetherElw. O Percy!
Here I repeat my vow. Dou. (Starts.] Do my senses fail me?
Sir H. Is this the man Elw. My Percy, 'tis Elwina calls.
Beneath whose single arm a host was crush'd ? Dou. Hell, hell!
He, at whose name the Saracen turn'd pale? Raby. Retire awhile, my daughter.
And when he fell, victorious armies wept, Elw. Douglas here,
And mourn'd a conquest they had bought so My father and my husband ?-O for pity
dear? [Erit, casting a look of anguish on both. How has he chang'd the trumpet's martial note, Dou. Now, now confess she well deserves And all the stirring clangor of the war, my vengeance !
For the soft melting of the lover's lute! Before my face to call upon my foe!
Why are thine eyes still bent upon the bower ? Ruby. Upon a foe who has no power to hurt Per. O Hubert, Hubert, to a soul enamour'd, Earl Percy's slain.
[thee- There is a sort of local sympathy, (sion; Dou. I lise again. But hold
Which, when we view the scenes of early pas: Did she not weep? she did, and wept for Percy. Paints the bright image of the object lov'a If she laments him, he's my rival still, In stronger colours than remoter scenes And not the grave can bury my resentment. Could ever paint it; realizes shade, Raby. The truly brave are still the truly Dresses it up in all the charms it wore, gen'rous.
Talks to it nearer, frames its answers kinder, Now, Douglas, is the time to prove thee both. Gives form to fancy, and embodies thought. If it be true that she did once love Percy, Sir H. I should not be believ'd in Percy's Thou hast no more to fear, since he is dead.
camp, Release young Harcourt, let him see Elwina, If I should tell them that their gallant leader, "Twill serve a double purpose, 'twill at once The thunder of the war, the bold NorthumProve Percy's death, and thy unchang'd affec
Renouncing Mars, dissolv'd in amorous wishes, Be gentle to my child, and win her heart Loiter'd in shades, and pined in rosy bowers, By confidence and unreproaching love. To catch a transient gleam of two bright eyes. Dou. By Heaven, taou counsel'st well! it Per. Enough of conquest, and enough of shall be done.
war! Go set him free, and let him have admittance Ambition's cloy'd--the heart resumes its rights. To my Elwina's presence.
When England's king, and England's good, Raby. Farewell, Douglas.
[dish'di Show thou believ'st her faithful, and she'll This arm not idly the keen falchion branprove so.
[Exit. Enough—for vaunting misbecomes a soldier. Dou. Northumberland is dead-that thought I live, I am return'd--am near Elwina ! is peace!
Seest thou those turrets ? Yes, that castle Her heart may yet be mine, transporting hope !
holds her ; Percy was gentle, even a foe avows it, But wherefore tell thee this? for thou hast And I'll be milder than a summer's breeze.
How look'd, what said she ! Did she hear the Per. I never liv'd till now.
And art thou come at last to dry my tears? Disclose its bashful beauties to the sun, How did'st thou 'scape the fury of the foe? Till an unfriendly, chilling storm descended, Per. Thy guardian genic, hover'd o'er the Crush'd all its blushing glories in their prime, field,
(breast, Bow'd its fair bead, and blasted all its sweet- And turn'd 'the hostile spear from Percy's ness;
Lest thy fair image should be wounded there. So droop'd the maid beneath the cruel weight But Harcourt should have told thee all my Of my sad tale.
How I surviv'd
(fate, Per. So tender and so true!
Elw. Alas! I have not seen him. Sir H. I left her fainting in her father's Oh! I have suffer'd much. arms,
Per. Of that no more ; The dying flower yet hanging on the tree. For every minute of our future lives Even Raby melted at the news I brought, Shall be so bless'd, that we will learn to wonder And envy'd thee thy glory.
How we could ever think we were unhappy. Per. Then J am bless'd!
Elv. Percy-I cannot speak. His hate subdued, I've nothing more to fear. Per. Those tears how eloquent ! Sir H. My embassy dispatch’d, I left the I would not change this motionless, mute joy, castle,
For the sweet strains of angels : I look dowo Nor spoke to any of Lord Raby's household, With pity on the rest of human kind, For fear the king should chide the tardiness However great may be their fame of happiness, Of my return. My joy to find you living And think their niggard fate has given then You have already heard.
[ing, Per. But where is Harcourt?
Not giving thee; or, granting some small blessEre this he should have seen her, told her all, Denies them my capacity to feel it. Huw I surviv'd, return'd-and how I love! Elw. Alas! what mean you ? I tremble at the near approach of bliss, (me. Per. Can I speak my meaning? And scarcely can sustain the joy which waits 'Tis of such magnitude that words would Sir H. Grant, Heaven, the fair one prove
wrong it; but half so true!
But surely iny Elwina's faithful bosom Per. O she is truth itself:
Should beat in kind responses of delight, Sir H. She may be chang'd,
And feel, but never question, what I mean. Spite of her tears, her fainting, and alarms. Elw. Hold, hold,
my heart, thou hast much I know the sex, know them as nature made more to suffer! 'em,
Per. Let the slow form, and tedious cereNot such as lovers wish, and poets feign.
mony, Per. To doubt her virtne were suspecting Wait on the splendid victims of ambition. Twere little less than infidelity! [Heaven, Love stays for none of these. Thy father's And yet I tremble. Why does terror shake
soften'd, These firm-strung nerves? But 'twill be ever He will forget the fatal Cheviot chace ; thus,
Raby is brave, and I have serv'd my country; When fate prepares us more than mortal bliss, I would not boast, it was for thee I conquer'd; And gives us only human strength to bear it. Then come, my love. Sir H. What beam of brightness breaks Elw. I never, never, never! through yonder gloom?
Per. Am I awake? Is that Elwina's voice? Per. Hubert-she comes! by all my hopes, Elw. Percy, thou most ador'd, and most de. she comes
If ever fortitude sustain'd thy soul, (ceiv'd! "Tis shemthe blissful vision is Elwina ! When vulgar minds have sunk beneath the But ah! what mean those tears ?-She weeps Let thy imperial spirit now support thee.
for me! O transport !-go.--I'll listen unobserv'a, If thou canst be so wondrous merciful, And for a moment taste the precious joy, Do not, I do not curse me but thou wilt, The banquet of a tear which falls for love. Thou must--for I have done a fearful deed,
[Exit Sir HUBERT, Percy goes into the A deed of wild despair, a deed of horror. bower.
I am, I am
Per. Speak, say, what art thou ?
Per. Oh! Shall I not weep? and have I then no cause? Elw. Percy, I think I begg'd thee not to If I could break the eternal bands of death,
curse me ; And wrench the sceptre from his iron grasp; But now I do revoke the fond petition. If I could bid the yawving sepulchre
Speak! ease thy bursting soul; reproach, upRestore to life its long committed dust;
(all. If I could teach the slaughtering hand of war O'erwhelm me with thy wrongs. I'll bear it To give me back my dear, my murder'd Percy, Per. Open, thou earth, and hide me from Then I indeed might once more cease to weep.
her sight! [PERCY comes out of the bouer. Did'st thou pot bid me curse thee? Per. Then cease, for Percy lives.
Elv. Mercy! mercy! Elw. Protect me, Heaven!
Per. And have I ’scaped the Saracen's fell Per. O joy unspeakable ! My life, my love! Only to perish by Elwina's guilt ? [sword End of my toils, and crown of all my cares ! I would have bared my bosom to the fue, [it. Kind as consenting peace, as conquest bright, I would have died, had'I but known you wish'd Dearer than arms, and lovelier than renown! Elw. Percy, I lov'd thee most when most I Elw. It is his voice-it is, it is my Percy!
wrong'd thee; And dost thou live?
Yes, by these tears I did,
Per. Married ! just Heaven!
Go, seek the haughty Scot, and tell him-noMarried ! to whom? Yet wherefore should I Conduct me to his presence. know?
Elw. Percy, hold;
Per. I know it well-
This happy husband this triumphant Douglas, Per. Why 'tis well!
[me? Shall not insult my misery with his bliss. Thou awful Power, why waste toy wrath on I'll blast the golden promise of his joys. Why arm omnipotence to crush a worm? Conduct me to him-nay, I will have wayI could have fallen without this waste of ruin. Come, let us seek this husband, Married to Douglas ! By my wrongs, I like it ; Elw. Percy, hear me. 'Tis perfidy complete, 'tis tinish'd falsehood, When I was robb’d of all my peace of mind, "Tis adding fresh perdition to the sin,
My cruel fortune left me still one blessing, And filling up the measure of offence ! One solitary blessing, to console me; Elw. Oh! 'twas my father's deed! he made It was my fame.- 'Tis a rich jewel, Percy, his child
And I must keep it spotless, and unsoild? An instrument of vengeance on thy head. But thou wouldst plünder what e'en Douglas He wept and threaten'd, sooth'd me, and com
And rob ihis single gem of all its brightness. Per. And you complied, most duteously Per. Gortbou wast born to rule the fate of complied !
Thou art my conqueror still.
[Percy. Elw. I could withstand his fury; but his Elw. What noise is that? tears,
(HARCOURT goes to the side of the stage. Ah, they undid me! Percy dost thou know Per. Why art thou thus alarm'd ? The cruel tyranny of tenderness ?
Elw. Alas! I feel Hast thou e'er felt a father's warm embrace ? The cowardice and terrors of the wicked, Hast thou e'er seen a father's flowing tears, Without their sense of guilt. And known that thou could'st wipe those tears Har. My lord, 'tis Douglas. away?
Elw. Fly, Percy, and for ever! If thou hast felt, and hast resisted these, (not, Per. Fly from Douglas? Then thou may'st curse my weakness; but if Elw. Then stay, barbarian, and at once Thou canst not pity, for thou canst not judge. My life and fame.
[destroy Per. Let me not hear the music of thy voice, Þer. That thought is death. I go : Or I shall love thee still; I shall forget My honour to thy dearer honour yields. Thy fatal marriage and my savage wrongs. Elw. Yet, yet thou art not gone! Elw. Dost thou not hate me, Percy ?
Per. Farewell, farewell ! [Exit Peace. Per. Hate thee? Yes,
Elw. I dare not meet the searching eye of As dying martyrs hate the righteous cause I must conceal my terrors. [Douglas. Of that bless's power for whom they bleed—I hate thee.
Douglas at the side with his sword drawn,
EDRIC holds him.
Dou. Give me way.
Edr. Thou shalt not enter.
Dou. [Struggling with EDRIC.) If there were Har. Forgive, my lord, your faithful knight
It would defraud my vengeance of its edge, Per. Come, Harcourt,
[Percy. And she should live. Come, and behold the wretch who once was [Breaks from Edric and comes forwurd. Har. With grief I've learn'd the whole un- Cursed chance! he is not here. happy tale.
Elw. (Going.) I dare not meet his fury. Earl Douglas, whose suspicion never sleeps- Dou. See she flies Per. What, is the tyrant jealous ?
With every mark of guilt.-Go, search the Elw. Hear him, Percy.
[.4side to EDRIC. Per. I will command my rage-go on. He shall not thus escape. Madam, return. Har. Earl Douglas
[Aloud. Knew, by my arms and my accoutrements, Now, honest Douglas, learn of her to feign. That I belong'd to you; he questioned much,
(Aside And much he menac'd me, but both alike Alone, Elwina ? who had just parted lence? In vain; he then arrested and confin'd me.
[With affected composure. Per. Arrest my knight! The Scot shall Elw. My lord, 'twas Harcourt; sure you answer it.
must have met him. Elw. How came you now releas'd ?
Dou. O exquisite dissembler! (Aside.] No Har. Your noble father
one else! Obtain'd my freedom, having learn'd from Elw. My lord ! Hubert
[lord, Dcu. How I enjoy her criminal confusion ! The news of Percy's death. The good old
[Aside. Hearing the king's return, bas left the castle You tremble, Madam. To do bim homage.
Elw. Wherefore should I tremble ? [TO Percy.) Sir, you had best retire ;
By your permission Harcourt was admitted ; Your safety is endanger'd by your stay. "Twas no mysterious, secret introduction. I fear should Douglas know
Dou. And yet you seem alarm’d. If HarPer. Should Douglas know!
court's presence Why what new magic's in the name of Thus agitates each nerve, makes every pulse Douglas ?
[fear? Thus wildly throb, and the warm tides of blood That it should strike Northumberland with Mount in quick rushing tumults to your cheek ;