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For let her seem, like the night's shadowy queen, Cold and contemplative he cannot trust her : Shę may, she will, bring shame and sorrow on him; The worst of sorrows, and the worst of shames ! Glen, Yield not, my lord, to such afflicting
thoughts ; But let the spirit of a husband sleep, Till your own senses make a sure conclusion. This billet must to blooming Norval go : At the next turn awaits my trusty spy; I'll give it him refitted for his master. In the close thicket take your secret stand; The moon shines bright, and your own eyes may
judge Of their behaviour.
Lord Rand. Thou dost counsel well. Glen. Permit me now to make one slight essay. Of all the trophies which vain mortals boast, By wit, by valour, or by wisdom won, The first and fairest, in a young man's eye, Is woman's captive heart. Successful love With glorious fumes intoxicates the mind ! And the proud conqueror in triumph moves, Air-borne, exalted above vulgar men.
Lord Rand. And what avails this maxim ?
Glen. Much, my lord.
Lord Rand. 'Tis shrewdly thought.
: my lord His rising wrath restrain. [Exit RANDOLPH.
Manet GLENALVON. Glen. 'Tis strange, by heaven! That she should run full tilt her fond career, To one so little known. She too that seem'd Pure as the winter stream, when ice emboss'd Whitens its course. Even I did think her chaste, Whose charity exceeds not. Precious sex! Whose deeds lascivious pass Glenalvon's thoughts ! Enter NORVÅL. His port I love; he's in a proper mood To chide the thunder, if at him it roard. [Aside. Has Norval seen the troops ?
Norv. The setting sun With yellow radiance lighten'd all the vale ; And as the warriors moved, each polish'd helm, Corslet or spear, glanced back his gilded beams. The hill they climbed, and halting at its top, Of more than mortal size, towering, they seem'd A host angelic, clad in burning arms.
Glen. Thou talk’st it well; no leader of our host In sounds more lofty speaks of glorious war.
Norv. If I shall e'er acquire a leader's name, My speech will be less ardent. Novelty Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration Vents itself freely; since no part is mine Of praise pertaining to the great in arms. Glen. You wrong yourself, brave sir; your mar
tial deeds Have rank'd you with the great: But mark me,
Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you :
Norv. Sir, I have been accustom'd all my days
Yet in such language I am little skill’d.
Glen. I did not mean
Glen. Suppress it as you wish to prosper :
Norv. A shepherd's scorn!
Glen. Yes. If you presume
As if you took the measure of their minds,
Norv. Whom dost thou think me?
Norv. So I am
Glen. A peasant's son, a wand’ring beggar-boy; At best no more, even if he speaks the truth. Norv. False as thou art, dost thou suspect my
truth? Glen. Thy truth! Thou’rt all a lie; and false
. as hell Is the vain-glorious tale thou told'st to Randolph. Norv. If I were chain’d, unarm’d, and bed-rid