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Much more delighted, than your pensive eye
there mine eye
ger, And pair'd with him in features and in shape. In all endowments, as in years, I deem, My boy with blooming Norval might have num
ber'd. Whilst thus I mused, a spark from fancy fell On my sad heart, and kindled up a fondness For this young stranger, wand'ring from his home, And like an orphan cast upon my care. I will protect thee, (said I to myself) With all my power, and grace with all my favour. Anna. Sure heaven will bless so generous a re
, solve. You must, my noble dame, exert your power: You must awake : devices will be framed, And arrows pointed at the breast of Norval. Lady Rand. Glenalvon’s false and crafty head
Against a rival in his kinsman's love, . '.
Enter GLENALVON. Glen. Where is my dearest kinsman, noble Ran
dolph? Lady Rand. Have you not heard, Glenalvon,
of the baseGlen. I have: and that the villains may not
'scape, VOL. I.
With a strong band I have begirt the wood :
love. I have a counsel for Glenalvon's ear. [Exit Anna. * Glen. To him your counsels always are com
mands. Lady Rand. I have not found so: thou art
known to me. Glen. Known! Lady Rand. And most certain is my cause of
knowledge. Glen. What do you know? By the most blessed
make a merit
Would make thee nothing; or, what's worse than
that, An outcast beggar, and unpitied too ? For mortals shudder at a crime like thine. Glen. Thy virtue awes me. First of woman
kind! Permit me yet to say, that the fond man Whom love transports beyond strict virtue's bounds, If he is brought by love to misery, In fortune ruin’d, as in mind forlorn, Unpity'd cannot be. Pity's the alms Which on such beggars freely is bestow'd : For mortals know that love is still their lord, And o’er their vain resolves advances still : As fire, when kindled by our shepherds, moves Through the dry heath before the fanning wind. Lady Rand. Reserve these accents for some
other ear. To love's apology I listen not. Mark thou my words ; for it is meet thou should'st. His brave deliverer Randolph here retains. Perhaps his presence may not please thee well ; But, at thy peril, practise aught against him : Let not thy jealousy attempt to shake And loosen the good root he has in Randolph ;
Whose favourites I know thou hast supplanted.
Manet GLENALVON. Glen. Child that I was, to start at my own sha
dow, And be the shallow fool of coward conscience ! I am not what I have been ; what I should be. The darts of destiny have almost pierced My marble heart. Had I one grain of faith In holy legends, and religious tales, I should conclude there was an arm above That fought against me, and malignant turn’d, To catch myself, the subtle snare I set. Why, rape and murder are not simple means ! Th’ imperfect rape to Randolph gave a spouse ; And the intended murder introduced A favourite to hide the sun from me; . And, worst of all, a rival. Burning hell! This were thy centre, if I thought she loved him!