Lord Rand. Why did this soldier in a desert hide Those qualities that should have graced a camp?. Norv. That too at last I learn'd. Unhappy man! Returning homeward by Messina's port, Norv. Yes; of the same parents born; Or on some nameless stream's untrodden banks, Lady Rand. To what mysterious woes are mortals born! In this dire tragedy, were there no more Norv. No; they were dead: kind Heaven had closed their eyes Before their son had shed his brother's blood. Lord Rand. Hard is his fate; for he was not to blame! There is a destiny in this strange world, Which oft decrees an undeserved doom: Let schoolmen tell us why.-From whence these sounds? [Trumpets at a distance. Enter an Officer. Off. My lord, the trumpets of the troops of Lorn: The valiant leader hails the noble Randolph. Lord Rand. Mine ancient guest? does he the warriors lead ? Has Denmark roused the brave old knight to arms? Off. No; worn with warfare, he resigns the sword. His eldest hope, the valiant John of Lorn, Lord Rand. Glenalvon, go, With hospitality's most strong request Entreat the chief. [Exit GLENALVON. Off. My lord, requests are vain. He urges on impatient of delay, Stung with the tidings of the foe's approach. Lord Rand. May victory sit on the warrior's plume! Bravest of men! his flocks and herds are safe; Yet foremost he into the plain descends, I'll [Exit RANDOLPH. Manent Lady RANDOLPH and NORVAL. Lady Rand. The soldier's loftiness, the pride and pomp Investing awful war, Norval, I see, Norv. Ah! should they not? Blest be the hour I left my father's house! Lady Rand. There is a gen'rous spirit in thy breast, That could have well sustain'd a prouder fortune. I will amaze thee with a wondrous tale. Norv. Let there be danger, lady, with the se cret, That I may hug it to my grateful heart, And prove my faith. life; Command my sword, my These are the sole possessions of poor Norval. I'd say I knew them, and they were my father's. Lady Rand. Thy father's, say'st thou? Ah! they were thy father's! Norv. I saw them once, and curiously inquired Of both my parents, whence such splendour came; But I was check'd, and more could never learn. Lady Rand. Then learn of me, thou art not Norval's son. Norv. Not Norval's son! Lady Rand. Nor of a shepherd sprung. Norv. Lady, who am I then? Lady Rand. Noble thou art; For noble was thy sire! Norv. I will believe O, tell me farther! Say, who was my father? Norv. Lord Douglas, whom to-day I saw? Lady Rand. His younger brother. Norv. And in yonder camp Lady Rand. Alas! Norv. You make metremble-Sighs and tears!— Lives my brave father? Lady Rand. Ah! too brave indeed! He fell in battle ere thyself was born. Norv. Ah me, unhappy! ere I saw the light? But does my mother live? I may conclude, From my own fate, her portion has been sorrow. |