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Transplanted now to the gay sunny vale, And guard a niother's life. Oft have I read Like the green thorn of May my fortune flowers. Of wond'rous deeds by one bold arm achieved. Ye glorious stars! high Heaven's resplendent host! Our foes are two. No more ; let me go forth To whom I oft have of my lot complain'd, And see if any shield can guard Glenalvon. Hear and record my soul's unaltered wish!
Lady R. If thou regard'st thy mother, or rever st Dead or living, let me but be renown'd!
Thy father's memory, think of this no more.
Long wert thou lost; and thou art found, my child, Before he speaks it out I will accept;
In a most fearful season. War and battle Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. I have great cause to dread. Too well I see
Which way the current of thy temper sets ;
To-day I've found thee. Oh! my long-lost hope, Lady R. My son! I heard a voice
If thou to giddy valour giv'st the rein, Dou. The voice was mine.
To-morrow I may lose my son for ever! Lady R. Didst thou complain alone to nature's The love of thee, before thou saw'st the light, ear,
Sustain'd my life when thy brave father fell. That thus in dusky shades, at midnight hours, If thou shalt fall, I have not love nor hope By stealth the mother and the son should meet? In this waste world! My son, remember me !
[Embraces him. Dou. What shall I say? How can I give you Dou. No; on this happy day, this better birth
The god of battles of my life dispose
Lady Ř. Sad fear and melancholy still divide I will not bear myself as I resolved.
That which I boast sounds amongst martial men, Dou. First, let me tell
How will inglorious caution suit my claim?
Lady R. My heart forebodes some evil! XIy country's foes must witness who I am,
On the invaders' heads I'll prove my birth,
Too well I love that valour which I warn. 'Tras strange, they said, a wonde:ful discovery; Farewell, my son! my counsels are but vain. And ever and anon they vowed revenge !
[Embracing. Lady R. Defend us, gracious Heaven! we are And as high Hear'n bath willd it, all must be. betray'd ;
Gaze not on me, thou wilt mistake the path : They have found out the secret of thy birth : I'll point it out again.
(Ereunt. It must be so. That is the great discovery :
(Just as they are separating, Sir Malcolm's heir is come to claim his own, And they will be revenged. Perhaps even now, Enter from the Wood, Lord RandolPH and Armed and prepared for murder, they but wait
Lurd R. Not in her presence
Gle. I am prepar'd.
Lord R. No : I command thee, stay : Fly to the camp, my son !
I go alone : it never shall be said Dou. And leave you here?
That I took odds to combat mortal man. No; to the castle let us go together :
The noblest vengeance is the most compiete. Call up the ancient servants of your house,
[Erit—GIENALVon makes some steps to the same Who in their youth did eat your father's bread, Then tell them loudly, that I am your son,
side of the stage, listens, and speaks.
Gle. Demons of death, come settle on my swori, If in the breasts of men one spark remains Of sacred love, fidelity, or pity,
A id to a double slaughter guide it home!
The lover and the husband both must die. Some in your cause will arm. I ask but few,
Lord R. ( Behind the scenes.] Draw, villain! draw! To drive these spoilers from my father's house. Lady R. O Nature. Nature ! what can check Not as thou lov'st thyself
. Dou. [Without.) Assail nie not, Lord Randolph;
(Clashing of suords. thy force ?
Gle. Now is the time
(He runs out. Thou genuine offspring of the daring Douglas! But rush not on destruction; save thyself,
Enter Lady RANDOLPH, faint and breathless.
But spare! O spare my son !
Enter Douglas, with a sword in each hand.
Dou. I yield me, and obey; but yet my heart For this, for this, to Heav'n eternal praise ! Bleeds at this parting. Something bids me stay But sure, I saw bee fall,
Dou. It was Glenalron.
Lady R. (Recurering.) Where am I now? Stil Just as my arm had master'd Randolph's sword,
in tbis wretched world!
Amidst thy raging grief I must proclaim
Dou. Do not despair: I feel a little faintness; Lady R. Thy innocence ! I hope it will not last. [Leaning on his sword.
Lord R. My guilt Lady R. There is no hope !
Is innocence compared with what thou think'st it. And we must part! The band of death is on thee ! Lady R. Of thee I think not: what have I to do 0, my belov'd child! 0, Douglas, Douglas ! With thee, or any thing? My son! my son!
[Douglas growing more and more faint. My beautiful! my brave ! how proud was I Dou. Too soon we part: I have not long been of thee, and of thy valour! my fond heart Douglas.
O’erflowed this day with transport, when I thought O destiny! hardly thou deal'st with me :
of growing old amidst a race of thine. Clouded and hid, a stranger to myself,
A little wbile In low and poor obscurity I've lived.
Was I a wife! a mother not so long? Lady R. Has Heaven preserved thee for an end What am I now ?-I know. But I shall be like this?
That only whilst I please ; for such a son, Dou. Ob, had I fallen as my brave fathers fell, And such a husband, make a woman bold. Like them I should have smiled and welcomed
[Runs out. death :
Lord R. Follow her, Anna; I myself would Turning with fatal arm the tide of battle.
follow, But thus to perish by a villain's hand !
But in this rage she must abhor my presence. Cut off from nature's and from glory's course,
[Exit ANNA. Which never mortal was so fond to run !
Cursed, cursed Glenalvon, he escaped too well, Lady R. Hear, justice, hear! are these the fruits Though slain and baffled by the hand he hated. 1 of virtue ?
[Douglas falls. Foaming with rage and fury to the last, Dou. Unknown I die; no tongue shall speak of Cursing his conqueror, the felon died.
me ; Some noble spirits, judging by themselves,
Enter Anna. May yet conjecture what I might have prored, Anna. My lord ! my lord ! And think life only wanting to my faine :
Lord R. Speak; I can hear of horror. But who shall comfort thee?
Anna. Horror, indeed! Lady R. Despair, despair!
Lord R. Matilda!Dou, Ob, had it pleased high Heaven to let me Anna. Is no more : live
She ran, she flew like lightning up the hill, A little while!-my eyes, that gaze on thee, Nor halted till the precipice she gain'd, Grow dim apace !--my mother
[Dies. Beneath whoso low'ring top the river falls
Ingulf'd in rifted rocks.
Upon the brink she stood, and cast her eyes Lord R. Thy words, thy words of truth have Down on the deep; then, lifting up her head pierced my heart,
And her white band: to Heavon, seeming to say, I am the stain of knighthood and of arms. Why am I forced to this? she plunged herself Oh! if my brave deliverer survives
Into the empty air. The traitor's sword
Lord R. I will not vent, Anna. Alas! look there, my
In vain complaints, the passion of my soul. Lord R. The mother and her son! how curst I i'll to the battle, where the man, that makes am !
Me turn aside, must threaten worse than death. Was I the cause ? No: I was not the cause. Tbou, faithful to thy mistress, take this ring, Yon matchless villain did seduce my soul
Full warrant of my power. Let every rite To frantic jealousy.
With cost and pomp upon their funerals wait; Anna. My lady lives.
For Randolph hopes he never shall return. Lord R. But in deliverer's dead.
ISA B E L L A;
OR THE FATAL MARRIAGE,
BY THOMAS SOUTHERN.
at last. That favour comes at once; and some
times when we least expect it. Count BALDWIN.
Vil. I shall be glad to find it so. (Going.) I'm Birox.
going to visit her. BIRON's Son.
Car. What interest a brotber-in-law can have CARLOS
with her, depend upon. VILLEROY
Vil. [Turns.] I know your interest, and I thank MAURICE.
Car. You are prevented; see the mourner comes: Officer.
She weeps, as seven years were seven hours;
So fresh, unfading is the memory
of my poor brother's, Biron's death;
I leave you to your opportunity. (Exit VILLEROY.
is upstart family, with baughty brow,
(Though Villeroy and myself are seeming friends,) Looks down upon our house ; his sister too,
Whose Band I ask'd, and was with scorn refused, SCENE I.-A Street.
Lives in my breast, and fires me to rerenge.-. Enter VILLEROY and Carlos.
They bend this way.Car. This constancy of yours will establish an Perhaps, at last, she seeks my father's doors; immortal reputation among the women.
They shall be sbut, and be prepared to give Vil. If it would establish me with Isabella- The beggar and her brat a cold reception.
Car. Follow he:, follow ber: Troy town was That boy's an adder in my path. (Going.] They won at last.
come, Vil. ( bave followed ber these seven years, and I'll stand apart, and watch their motions. [Erit. now but live in bopes.
Car. But live in hopes! Why bope is the ready Enter VILLEROY and ISABELLA, with her Child. road, the lover's baiting place ; and, for aught you know, but one stage short of the possession of your Isa. Why do you follow mc? you know I am mistress.
A bankrupt every way ; too far engaged Vil. Bae my hopes, I fear, are more of my own Ever to make return : I own you have been making than hers; and proceed rather from my More than a brother to me, my friend : wishes, than any encouragement she has given me. And at a time when friends are found no more,
Car. That I can't tell : the sex is very various : A friend to my misfortunes. there are no certain measures to be prescribed or Vil. I must be followed, in making our approaches to the women. Always your friend. All that we have to do, I think, is to attempt them Isa. I have known and found you in the weakest part. Press them but bard, and Truly my friend ; and would I could be yours : they will all fall under the necessity of a surrender. But the unfortunate cannot be friends.
forget their acquaintances; especially such as we Take warning, and be happy.
are never to be the better for. Vil. Happiness !
(Going to shut the door. There's none for me without you. What serve the goods of fortune for? To raise
Nurse appears at the door.
Nurse. Handsomer words would become you, Vil. Thus, at tbis awful distance, I have served and mend your manners, Sampson: do you know A seven years' bondage. Do I call it bondage,
you prate to? When I can never wish to be redeem'd ?
Isa. I am glad you know me, Nurse. No, let me rather linger out a life
Nurse. [Coming out.] Marry, Heav'n forbid, Of expectation, that you may be mine,
madam, that I should ever forget you, or my little Than be restored to the indifference
jewel: pray go in. [ISABELLA des in with her Of seeing you, without this pleasing pain : Child.] Now my blessing go along with you, I've lost myself, and never would be found, wherever you go, or wbatever you are about. Fie, But in these arms.
Sampson, bow could'st thou be such a Saracen? Isa. Oh, I have beard all this!
A Turk would bave been a better Christian, than -But must no more the charmer is no more: to have done so barbarously by so good a lady, My buried husband rises in the face
Samp. Why, look you, Nurse, I know you of of my dear boy, and cbides me for my stay: old : by your good will, you would have a finger Canst thou forgive me, child! [Embracing Child. in every body's pie, but mark the end on't: if I Vil. What can I say !
am called to account about it, I know what I have The arguments that make against my hopes Prevail upon my heart, and fix me more ;
Nurse. Marry come up here ; say your pleasure, When yei a virgin, free, and undisposed, and spare not. Refuse his eldest son's widow and I losed, but saw you only with mine eyes ; poor child the comfort of seeing him? She does I could not reach the beauties of your soul : not trouble him so often. I have since lived in contemplation,
Samp. Not that I am against it, Nurse, but we And long experience of your growing goodness : are but servants, you know; we must have no What then was passion, is my judgment now, likings, but our lord's, and must do as we are Through all tbe several changes of your life, ordered. But what is the business, Nurse ? You Confirm'd and settled in adoring you.
have been in the family before I came into the Isa. Nay, then I must begone. If you are my world: what's the reason, pray, that this daughterfriend,
in-law, who has so good a report in every body's If you regard my little interest,
mouth, is so little set by by my lord ? No more of tbis.
Nurse. Why, I tell you, Sampson, more or less . I'm going to my father: he needs not an excuse I'll tell the truth, that's my way, you knovi, withTo use me ill : pray leave me to the trial. out adding or diminishing. Vil. I'm only born to be what you would have Samp. Aye, marry, Nurse. me,
Nurse. My lord's eldest son, Biron by name, the The creature of your power, and must obey, son of his bosom, and the son that he would have In every thing obey you. I am going :
loved best, if he had as many as king Pyramus of But all good fortune go along with you. [Eril. Troy-tbis Biron, as I was saying, wus a lovely Isa. I shall need all your wisbes
sweet gentleman, aud, indeed, nobody could blame [Crosses to Count Baldwin's house.-Knocks. bis father for loving bim: he was a son for the Lock'd! and fast!
king of Spain; Heaven bless him, for I was his Where is the charity that used to stand
nurse. But now I come to the point, Sampson; In our forefathers' hospitable days
this Biron, without asking the advice of his friends, At great men's doors,
band over head, as young men will have their Like the good angel of the family,
vagaries, not having the fear of his father before With open arms taking the needy in,
his eyes, as I may say, wilfully marries this Isa. To feed and clothe, to comfort and relieve them? bella. Now even their gates are shut against the poor. Samp. How, wilfully! he should have bad ier
[Knocks again. consent, methinks. SAMPSON opens the door and comes out.
Nurse. No, wilfully marries her; and which
was worse, after she had settled all bor fortune Samp. Well, wbat's to do now, I trow? You upon a nunnery, which s'e wroke out of to rvu knock as loud as if you were invited; and that's away with him. They say they had the church's more than I heard of; but I can tell you, you may forgiveness, but I had rather it had been his look twice about for a welcome in a great man's father's. family, before you find it, unless you bring it along Samp. Why, in good truth, I think our young
master was not in the wrong but in marrying with. Isa. I hope I bring my welcome along with me: out a portion. Is your lord at home?
Nurse. That was the quarrel, I believe, Sampson, Samp. My lord at home!
upon this, my old lord would never see him : disa Isa. Connt Baldwin lives here still?
inherited him ; took his younger brother, Carlos, Sump. Ay, ay, Count Baldwin does live here : into favour, whom he never cared for before ; and, and I am his porter ; but wbat's that to the pur. at last, forced Biron to go to the siege of Candy, pose, good woman, of my lord's being at home? where he was killed. Isa Why don't you know me, friend?
Samp. Alack-a day, poor gentleman ! Sarp. Not I, not I, mistress; I may have seen Nurse. For which my old lord hates her, as if you before, or so; but men of employment must she had heen the cause of his going there.
Samp. Alas, poor lady; she has suffered for it; But what you gave him. Circe, you prevail'd she has lived a great while a widow,
Upon his honest mind; and what he did
Isa. Not for myself—for I am past the hopes Samp. Gad so; bere they come; I won't venturo of being heard—but for this innocentto be seen.
And then I never will disturb you more.
But being yours.
Isa. Look on him as your
And let his part in him answer for mim.
[Pointing to door. C. Bald. It touches meWhat could you expect from me ?
And I will save him.-(Snatches the Child': hand.] Isa. Oh, I have nothing to expect on earth!
-But to keep him safe, But misery is very apt to talk :
Nerer come near bim more. I thought I might be heard.
Isa. Wbat! take him from me ? c. Bald. What can you say?
No, we must never part;- [Pulls the child away Is there in eloquence, can there be in words,
from him.]—'tis the last hold A recompensing pow'r, a remedy,
Of comfort I have left; and when he fails
All goes along with bim : Oh! could you be
Rather than always lose bim.
C. Bald. Then have your child, and feed him Say still you are undone; and I will hear you,
with your prayers. Away! With pleasure bear you.
Isa. Then Heaven have mercy on me! Isa. Would my ruin please you ?
[Exit, with Child. C. Bald. Beyond all other pleasures.
C. Bald. You rascal slave, what do I keep you Isa. Then you are pleased- for I am most undone. for? How came this woman in ? C. Bald. I pray'd but for revenge, and Heav'n Samp. (Both advance.) Why, indeed, my lord, I has heard,
did as good as tell her before, my thoughts upon And sent it to my wishes: these gray hairs the matterWould have gone down in sorrow to the grave, C. Bald. Did you so, sir? Now then tell her Which you bave dug for me, without the thought, mine : tell ber í sent you to her. There's one The thought of leaving you more wretched here. more to provide for. Begone, go all together. Isa. Indeed I am most wretched
Take any road but this to beg or starve in, but I lost with Biron all the joys of life :
never, never see me more. (Exit into his house. But now its last supporting means are gone.
[Ereunt Sampson and Nurse, weeping,
SCENE I.-The Street.
Enter VILLEROY and Carios. As you will need to be forgiven too, Forget our faults, that Heaven may pardon yours ! Vil. My friend, I fear to ask-but Isabellac. Bald. How dare you mention Heaven? Call The lovely widow's tears, her orphan's cries, to mind
Thy father must feel for them ? —No, I read, Your perjured vows; your plighted, broken faith I read their cold reception in thine eyesTo Heav'n, and all things holy ; were you not Thou pitiest them—ihough Baldwin-but I spare Devoted, wedded to a life recluse,
him The sacred habit on, profess'd and sworn,
For Carlos' sake; thou art no son of his. A votary for ever? Can you think
There needs not this to erdear thee more to me. The sacrilegious wretch, that robs the shrine,
[Embrace Is thunder-proof?
Car. My Villeroy, the fatherless, the widow, Isa. There, there, began my woes.
Are terms not understood within these galesOh! had I never seen my Biron's face,
You must forgive him ; sir, he thinks this woman Had he not tempted me, I had not fall'n,
Is Biron's fate, that hurried him to deathBut still continued innocent and free
I must not think on't, lest my friendship stagger. Of a bad world, which only be had pow's My friend's, my sister's mutual advantage, To reconcile, and make me try again.
Have reconciled my bosom to its task. C. Bald. Your own inconstancy
Vil. Advantage ! think not I intend to raiso Reconciled you to the world :
An interest from Isabella's wrongs. He bad so band to bring you back again, Your father may bave interested ends