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Norv. Respect and admiration still possess me, Checking the love and fondness of a son: Yet I was filial to my humble parents. But did my sire surpass the rest of men, As thou excellest all of womankind?
Lady Rand. Arise, my son! In me thou dost
The poor remains of beauty once admired:
Norv. How did he fall? Sure 'twas a bloody
field When Douglas died. O! I have much to ask.
Lady Rand. Hereafter thou shalt hear the
Of all thy father's and thy mother's woes.
Norv. The blood of Douglas will protect itself.
Lady Rand. But we shall need both friends
and favour, boy,
To wrest the lands and lordship from the gripe Of Randolph and his kinsman. Yet I think My tale will move each gentle heart to pity; My life incline the virtuous to believe.
Norv. To be the son of Douglas is to me Inheritance enough. Declare my birth, And in the field I'll seek for fame and fortune.
Lady Rand. Thou dost not know what perils
Await the poor man's valour. O, my sou!
Must be hereafter told. Prudence directs
That we should part before yon chiefs return.
Retire, and from thy rustic follower's hand
Receive a billet, which thy mover's care,
Anxious to see thee, dictated before
This casual opportunity arose
Of private conference. Its purport mark;
For, as I there appoint, we meet again.
Leave me, my son! and frame thy manners still
To Norval's, not to noble Douglas' state.
Norv. I will remember. Where is Norval now, That good old man?
Lady Rand. At hand conceal'd he lies, An useful witness. But beware, my son, Of yon Glenalvon; in his guilty breast Resides a villain's shrewdness, ever prone To false conjecture. He hath grieved my heart.
Norv. Has he, indeed?—Then let yon false
Glenalvon Beware of me. [Exit Douglas.
Manet Lady Randolph.
Lady Rand. There burst the smother'd flame!— O! thou all righteous and eternal King!
Who father of the fatherless art call'd,
Enter Lord Randolph and Glenalvon.
Lord Rand. Yon gallant chief,
Lady Rand. Be not, my lord, by his example
Arrange the business of to-morrow now,
[Exit Lady Randolph. Manent Lord Randolph and Glenalvon.
Lord Rand. "Pis so, by heaven !• her mien, her
voice, her eye, And her impatience to be 'gone, confirm it.
Glen. He parted from her now: behind the
mount, Amongst the trees, I saw him glide along.
Lord Rand. For sad sequester'd virtue she's
Glen. Most true, my lord.— Lord Rand. Yet, this distinguished dame Invites a youth, the acquaintance of a day, Alone to meet her at the midnight hour. This assignation, [Shews a Letter,] the assassin
Her manifest affection for the youth,