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Thou art the daughter of my ancient master;
man! My poverty hath saved my master's house ! Lady Rand. Thy words surprise me : sure thou
dost not feign! The tear stands in thine eye: such love from thee Sir Malcolm's house deserved not; if aright Thou told'st the story of thy own distress.
Pris. Sir Malcolm of our barons was the flower ; The fastest friend, the best, the kindest master : But ah! he knew not of my sad estate. After that battle, where his gallant son, Your own brave brother, fell, the good old lord Grew desperate and reckless of the world; And never, as he erst was wont, went forth To overlook the conduct of his servants. By them I was thrust out, and them I blame : May heaven so judge me as I judged my master ! And God so love me as I love his race!
Lady Rand. His race shall yet reward thee.
On thy faith
Pris. I remember
Lady Rand. 'Tis that I mean :
Pris. Fear not that I shall mar so fair a harvest, By putting in my sickle ere 'tis ripe.
Why did I leave my home and ancient dame ? : To find the youth, to tell him all I knew,: A And make him wear these jewels in his arms, i, Which might, I thought, be challenged, and so
bring ji' To light the secret of his noble birth.i s
[Lady RANDOLPH goes towards the Servants. Lady Rand. This man is not the assassin you "}, suspeeted, t
en Though chance combined some likelihoods against
him. se : .... ... He is the faithful bearer of the jewels: .. To their right owner, whom in haste he seeks. 'Tis meet that you should put him on his way, Since your mistaken zeal hath dragg’d him hither.
1. [Exeunt. Stranger and Servants.
Lady RANDOLPH and ANNA..
share my joy ? . . . " I know thou dost. Unparallel'd event! ;.i. Reaching from heaven to earth, Jehovah's arm , Snatch'd from the waves, and brings to me my
son!. VOL. I.
Judge of the widow, and the orphan’s father,
... him, And tower'd up to the region of his sire ! · Anna. How fondly did your eyes devour the
boy! Mysterious nature, with the unseen corda Of powerful instinct, drew you to your own. Lady Rand. The ready story of his birth be
lieved Supprest my fancy quite; nor did he owe i To any likeness my so sudden favour : .. But now I long to see his face again, Examine every feature, and find out The lineaments of Douglas, or my own. But most of all I long to let him know Who his true parents are, to clasp his neck.' And tell him all the story of his father. ..
Anna. With wary caution you must bear yourself In public, lest your tenderness break forth, And in observers stir conjectures strange. ';
For, if a cherub in the shape of woman
Anna. That demon haunts-you still : Behold Glenalvon.