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But I must follow : this revolving day
[Exit Anna. Glen. [Solus.] So ! Lady Randolph shuns me :
by and by I'll woo her as the lion wooes his bride. The deed's adoing now, that makes me lord Of these rich vallies, and a chief of power... The season is most apt: my sounding steps Will not be heard amidst the din of arms. Randolph has lived too long : his better fate Had the ascendant once, and kept me down : When I had seized the dame, by chance he came, Rescued, and had the lady for his labour. I 'scaped unknown: a slender consolation ! Heaven is my witness that I do not love To sow in peril, and let others reap The jocund harvest. Yet I am not safe : By love, or something like it, stung, inflamed, Madly I blabb’d my passion to his wife, And she has threaten’d to acquaint him of it. The way of woman's will I do not know :. But well I know the baron's wrath is deadly. I will not live in fear : the man I dread Is as a Dane to me; ay, and the man
Who stands betwixt me and my chief desire.
Enter Servants and a Stranger at onė door, and
Lady RANDOLPH and Anna at another. Lady Rand. What means this clamour? Stran
ger, speak secure ; Hast thou been wrong’d? have these rude men
presumed To vex the weary traveller on his way?
1 Serv. By us no stranger ever suffer'd wrong: This man with outcry wild has call?d us forth ; So sore afraid he cannot speak his fears.
Enter Lord RANDOLPH and a Young Man,
with their swords drawn and bloody. Lady Rand. Not vain the stranger's fears !
How fares my lord ? Lord Rand. That it fares well, thanks to this
Whose valour saved me from a wretched death !
I feel. : My heart o'erflows with gratitude to heav'n; And to this noble youth, who, all unknown To you and yours, deliberated not, Nor paused at peril, but humanely brave Fought on your side, against such fearful odds. . Have you yet learn'd of him whom we should thank? Whom call the saviour of Lord Randolph's life?
Lord Rand. I ask'd that question, and he an
swered not : But I must know who my deliverer is.
[To the Stranger. Strang. A low-born man, of parentage obscure, Who nought can boast but his desire to be A soldier, and to gain a name in arms. Lord Rand. Whoe'er thou art, thy spirit is en
nobled . . By the great King of kings ! thou art ordain’d And stamp'd a hero by the sovereign hand Of Nature ! blush not, flower of modesty, As well as valour, to declare thy birth.. Strang. My name is Norval: on the Grampian
hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long’d To follow to the field some warlike lord : And heav'n soon granted what my sire deny’d. This moon which rose last night, round as my
shield, Had not yet filld her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills,