To thee I lift my voice; to thee address 20 Buried, my Douglas, in thy bloody grave. But Randolph comes, whom fate has made my lord, To chide my anguish, and defraud the dead. Enter Lord RANDOLPH. Again these weeds of woe! say, dost thou well The living claim some duty; vainly thou Lady R. Silent, alas! is he for whom I mourn : Childless, without memorial of his name, He only now in my remembrance lives. "This fatal day stirs my time-settled sorrow, "Troubles afresh the fountain of my heart." "Lord R. When was it pure of sadness! These black weeds "Express the wonted colour of thy mind, 39 "Lady R. If time to come "Should prove as ineffectual, yet, my lord, "Thou can'st not blame me. youth When our Scottish "Vy'd with each other for my luckless love, "Oft I besought them, I implor'd them all "Not to assail me with my father's aid, "Nor blend their better destiny with mine. "For melancholy had congeal'd my blood, "And froze affection in my chilly breast. "At last my Sire, rous'd with the base attempt "To force me from him, which thou rend'red'st vain, "To his own daughter bow'd his hoary head, 46 Besought me to commiserate his age, "And vow'd he should not, could not die in peace, "And begg'd thy Nobleness, not to demand "Nor more to thee than to myself injurious. 60 "Lord R. That I confess; yet ever must regret "The grief I cannot cure." Would thou wert not Compos'd of grief and tenderness alone, "But had'st a spark of other passions in thee, "Pride, anger, vanity, the strong desire "Of admiration, dear to woman-kind; "These might contend with, and allay thy grief, "As meeting tides and currents smooth our firth. Lady R. To such a cause the human mind oft Owes "Its transient calm, a calm I envy not." Lord R. Sure thou art not the daughter of Sir Malcolm: Strong was his rage, eternal his resentment: For when thy brother fell, he smil❜d to hear That Douglas' son in the same field was slain. 80 Lady R. Oh! rake not up the ashes of my fathers: Implacable resentment was their crime, And grievous has the expiation been. Contending with the Douglas, gallant lives and now, of them No heir is left. Had they not been so stern, I had not been the last of all my race. Lord R. Thy grief wrests to its purposes my words, I never ask'd of thee that ardent love Which in the breasts of fancy's children burns. 100 Lady R. Thou dost not think so: woeful as I am, I love thy merit, and esteem thy virtues. Lord R. Straight to the camp, Lady R. O, may adverse winds, Far from the coast of Scotland, drive their fleet! In peace and safety to his pleasant home! Lord R. Thou speak'st a woman's, hear a warrior's wish : Right from their native land, the stormy north, May the wind blow, till every keel is fix'd Then shall our foes repent their bold invasion, 120 Lady R. "War I detest: but war with foreign foes, "Whose manners, language, and whose looks are strange, "Is not so horrid, nor to me so hateful, "As that which with our neighbours oft we wage. “A river here, there an ideal line, "By fancy drawn, divide the sister kingdoms. "On each side dwells a people similar, "As twins are to each other; valiant both; "Both for their valour famous thro' the world. "Yet will they not unite their kindred arms, "And, if they must have war, wage distant war, "But with each other fight in cruel conflict. 139 "Lord R. I'll hear no more: this melody would make "A soldier drop his sword, and doff his arms, "Sit down and weep the conquests he has made; "Yea, (like a monk), sing rest and peace in heav'n "To souls of warriors in his battles slain." Lady, farewel: I leave thee not alone; Yonder comes one whose love makes duty light. [Exit. Enter ANNA. Anna. Forgive the rashness of your Anna's love: Urg'd by affection, I have thus presum'd To interrupt your solitary thoughts; And warn you of the hours that you neglect, Lady R. So to lose my hours Is all the use I wish to make of time. Anna. To blame thee, lady, suits not with my state: But sure I am, since death first prey'd on man, Never did sister thus a brother mourn. What had your sorrows been if you had lost, In early youth, the husband of your heart? |