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Norv. Respect and admiration still possess me,
To right thee still : before the king I'll kneel,
Norv. The blood of Douglas will protect itself.
and favour, boy,
Norv. To be the son of Douglas is to me
and injustice Await the poor man's valour. O, my son ! The noblest blood of all the land's abash’d, Having no lackey but pale poverty. Too long hast thou been thus attended, Douglas ! Too long hast thou been deem'd a peasảnt's child. The wanton heir of some inglorious chief, Perhaps has scorn'd thee, in the youthful sports, Whilst thy indignant spirit swell'd in vain ! Such contumely thou no more shalt bear ::. But how I purpose to redress thy wrongs
Must be hereafter told. Prudence directs
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.
Manet Lady RANDOLPH. Lady Rand. There burst the smother'd flame 0! thou all righteous and eternal King !
Who father of the fatherless art call’d,
Enter Lord RANDOLPH and GLENALVON.
Lord Rand. Yon gallant chief, Of arms enamour'd, all repose disclaims. Lady Rand. Be not, my lord, by his example
sway'd ; Arrange the business of to-morrow now, And, when you enter, speak of war no more.
[Exit Lady RANDOLPH.
Manent Lord RANDOLPH and GLENALVON. Lord Rand. 'Tis 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
renown'd. Glen. Most true, my lord.
Lord Rand. Yet, this distinguish'd dame Invites a youth, the acquaintance of a day, : Alone to meet her at the midnight hour. This assignation, [Shews a Letter,] the assassin
freed, . . : : Her manifest affection for the youth, Might breed suspicion in a husband's brain, Whose gentle consort all for love had wedded ; Much more in mine. Matilda never loved me. Let no man, after me, a woman wed, Whose heart he knows he has not ; though she
brings : A mine of gold, a kingdom for her dowry.