Douglas: a tragedy. As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden.

Table of contents

- [titlepage]

- PROLOGUE.

- DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

- DRAMATIS PERSONAE, as represented at EDINBURGH.

- ACT I.

- SCENE I.

- ACT II.

- SCENE I.

- SCENE II.

- SCENE III.

- ACT III.

- SCENE I.

- SCENE II.

- SCENE III.

- ACT IV.

- SCENE I.

- ACT V.

- SCENE I.

- EPILOGUE.

DOUGLAS: A TRAGEDY.

FINIS.

DOUGLAS: A TRAGEDY.

As it is acted at the THEATRE-ROYAL IN COVENT-GARDEN.

Non ego sum vates, sed prisci conscius aevi.

LONDON: Printed for A. MILLAR, in the Strand.

MDCCLVII.

PROLOGUE.

Spoken by Mr. SPARKS.

IN antient times, when Britain's trade was arms,

And the lov'd musick of her youth, alarms.

A god-like race sustain'd fair England's fame:

Who has not heard of gallant PIERCY's name?

Ay, and of DOUGLAS? Such illustrious foes

In rival Rome and Carthage never rose!

From age to age bright shone the British fire,

And every hero was a hero's sire.

When powerful fate decreed one warrior's doom,

Up sprung the Phoenix from his parent's tomb.

But whilst these generous rivals fought and fell,

These generous rivals lov'd each other well:

Tho' many a bloody field was lost and won,

Nothing in hate, in honour all was done.

When PIERCY wrong'd defy'd his prince or peers,

Fast came the DOUGLAS, with his Scottish spears;

And, when proud DOUGLAS made his King his foe,

For DOUGLAS, PIERCY bent his English bow.

Expell'd their native homes by adverse fate,

They knock'd alternate at each other's gate:

Then blaz'd the castle, at the midnight hour,

For him whose arms had shook its firmest tower.

This night a DOUGLAS your protection claims;

A wife! a mother! pity's softest names:

The story of her woes indulgent hear,

And grant your suppliant all she begs, a tear.

In confidence she begs; and hopes to find

Each English breast, like noble PIERCY's kind.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

- Lord RANDOLPH, Mr. RIDOUT.

- GLENALVON, Mr. SMITH.

- NORVAL, DOUGLAS, Mr. BARRY.

- STRANGER, Mr. SPARKS.

- SERVANTS.

WOMEN.

- MATILDA, Lady RANDOLPH, Mrs. WOFFINGTON.

- ANNA, Mrs. VINCENT.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE, as represented at EDINBURGH.

- Lord RANDOLPH, Mr. YOUNGER.

- GLENALVON, Mr. LOVE.

- NORVAL, DOUGLAS, Mr. DIGGS.

- STRANGER, Mr. HAYMAN.

- SERVANTS, &c.

WOMEN.

- MATILDA, Lady RANDOLPH, Mrs. WARD.

- ANNA, Mrs. HOPKINS.

ACT I.

SCENE I.

The court of a castle, surrounded with woods.

Enter Lady RANDOLPH.

YE woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom

Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth

The voice of sorrow from my bursting heart,

Farewel a while: I will not leave you long;

For in your shades I deem some spirit dwells,

Who from the chiding stream, or groaning oak,

Still hears, and answers to MATILDA's moan.

O DOUGLAS! DOUGLAS! If departed ghosts

Are e'er permitted to review this world,

Within the circle of that wood thou art,

And with the passion of immortals hear'st

My lamentation: hear'st thy wretched wife

Weep for her husband slain, her infant lost.

My brother's timeless death I seem to mourn;

Who perish'd with thee on this fatal day.

To thee I lift my voice; to thee address

The plaint which mortal ear has never heard.

O disregard me not; though I am call'd

Another's now, my heart is wholly thine.

Incapable of change, affection lies

Buried, my DOUGLAS, in thy bloody grave.

But RANDOLPH comes, whom fate has made my Lord,

To chide my anguish, and defraud the dead.

Enter Lord RANDOLPH.

Again these weeds of woe! say, do'st thou well

To feed a passion which consumes thy life?

The living claim some duty; vainly thou

Bestow'st thy cares upon the silent dead.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Silent, alas! is he for whom I mourn:

Childless, without memorial of his name,

He only now in my remembrance lives.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish,

Has past o'er thee in vain. Wou'd thou wer't not

Compos'd of grief and tenderness alone!

Sure thou art not the daughter of Sir MALCOLM:

Strong was his rage, eternal his resentment:

For when thy brother fell, he smil'd to hear

That DOUGLAS' son in the same field was slain.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Oh! rake not up the ashes of my fathers:

Implacable resentment was their crime,

And grievous has the expiation been.

Contending with the DOUGLAS, gallant lives

Of either house were lost; my ancestors

Compell'd, at last, to leave their ancient seat

On Tiviot's pleasant banks; and now, of them

No heir is left. Had they not been so stern,

I had not been the last of all my race.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Thy grief wrests to its purposes my words.

I never ask'd of thee that ardent love,

Which in the breasts of fancy's children burns.

Decent affection, and complacent kindness

Were all I wish'd for; but I wish'd in vain.

Hence with the less regret my eyes behold

The storm of war that gathers o'er this land:

If I should perish by the Danish sword,

MATILDA would not shed one tear the more.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Thou do'st not think so: woeful as I am

I love thy merit, and esteem thy virtues.

But whither goest thou now?

Lord RANDOLPH.

Straight to the camp,

Where every warrior on the tip-toe stands

Of expectation, and impatient asks

Each who arrives, if he is come to tell

The Danes are landed.

Lady RANDOLPH.

O, may adverse winds,

Far from the coast of Scotland, drive their fleet!

And every soldier of both hosts return

In peace and safety to his pleasant home!

Lord RANDOLPH.

Thou speak'st a woman's, hear a warrior's wish:

Right from their native land, the stormy north,

May the wind blow, till every keel is fix'd

Immoveable in Caledonia's strand!

Then shall our foes repent their bold invasion,

And roving armies shun the fatal shore.

Lady RANDOLPH.

War I detest: but war with foreign foes,

Whose manners, language, and whose looks are strange,

Is not so horrid, nor to me so hateful,

As that which with our neighbours oft we wage.

A river here, there an ideal line

By fancy drawn, divides the sister kingdoms.

On each side dwells a people similar,

As twins are to each other, valiant both,

Both for their valour famous thro' the world.

Yet will they not unite their kindred arms,

And, if they must have war, wage distant war,

But with each other fight in cruel conflict.

Gallant in strife, and noble in their ire,

The battle is their pastime. They go forth

Gay in the morning, as to summer sport:

When ev'ning comes, the glory of the morn,

The youthful warrior, is a clod of clay.

Thus fall the prime of either hapless land;

And such the fruit of Scotch and English wars.

Lord RANDOLPH.

I'll hear no more: this melody would make

A soldier drop his sword, and doff his arms,

Sit down and weep the conquests he has made;

Yea, (like a monk), sing rest and peace in heav'n

To souls of warriours in his battles slain.

Lady, farewel: I leave thee not alone;

Yonder comes one whose love makes duty light.

Enter ANNA.

ANNA.

Forgive the rashness of your ANNA's love:

Urg'd by affection, I have thus presum'd

To interrupt your solitary thoughts;

And warn you of the hours that you neglect,

And lose in sadness.

Lady RANDOLPH.

So to lose my hours

Is all the use I wish to make of time.

ANNA.

To blame thee, lady, suits not with my state:

But sure I am, since death first prey'd on man,

Never did sister thus a brother mourn.

What had your sorrows been if you had lost,

In early youth, the husband of your heart?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Oh!

ANNA.

Have I distrest you with officious love,

And ill-tim'd mention of your brother's fate?

Forgive me, lady: humble tho' I am,

The mind I bear partakes not of my fortune:

So fervently I love you, that to dry

These piteous tears, I'd throw my life away.

Lady RANDOLPH.

What power directed thy unconscious tongue

To speak as thou hast done? to name —

ANNA.

I know not:

But since my words have made my mistress tremble,

I will speak so no more; but silent mix

My tears with hers.

Lady RANDOLPH.

No, thou shalt not be silent.

I'll trust thy faithful love, and thou shalt be

Henceforth th' instructed partner of my woes.

But what avails it? Can thy feeble pity

Roll back the flood of never-ebbing time?

Compell the earth and ocean to give up

Their dead alive?

ANNA.

What means my noble mistress?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Didst thou not ask what had my sorrows been?—

If I in early youth had lost a husband? —

In the cold bosom of the earth is lodg'd,

Mangl'd with wounds, the husband of my youth;

And in some cavern of the ocean lyes

My child and his.—

ANNA.

O! lady, most rever'd!

The tale wrapt up in your amazing words

Deign to unfold.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Alas! an ancient feud,

Hereditary evil, was the source

Of my misfortunes. Ruling fate decreed,

That my brave brother should in battle save

The life of DOUGLAS' son, our house's foe:

The youthful warriours vow'd eternal friendship.

To see the vaunted sister of his friend

Impatient, DOUGLAS to Balarmo came,

Under a borrow'd name.—My heart he gain'd;

Nor did I long refuse the hand he begg'd:

My brother's presence authoriz'd our marriage.

Three weeks, three little weeks, with wings of down,

Had o'er us flown, when my lov'd lord was call'd

To fight his father's battles; and with him,

In spite of all my tears, did MALCOLM go.

Scarce were they gone, when my stern sire was told

That the false stranger was lord DOUGLAS' son.

Frantic with rage, the baron drew his sword

And question'd me. Alone, forsaken, faint,

Kneeling beneath his sword, fault'ring I took

An oath equivocal, that I ne'er would

Wed one of DOUGLAS name. Sincerity

Thou first of virtues, let no mortal leave

Thy onward path! altho' the earth should gape,

And from the gulf of hell destruction cry

To take dissimulation's winding way.

ANNA.

Alas! how few of woman's fearful kind

Durst own a truth so hardy!

Lady RANDOLPH.

The first truth

Is easiest to avow. This moral learn,

This precious moral, from my tragic tale.—

In a few days the dreadful tidings came

That DOUGLAS and my brother both were slain.

My lord! my life! my husband!—mighty God!

What had I done to merit such affliction?

ANNA.

My dearest lady! Many a tale of tears

I've listen'd to; but never did I hear

A tale so sad as this.

Lady RANDOLPH.

In the first days

Of my distracting grief, I found myself—

As women wish to be who love their lords.

But who durst tell my father? The good priest

Who join'd our hands, my brother's antient tutour,

With his lov'd MALCOLM, in the battle fell:

They two alone were privy to the marriage.

On silence and concealment I resolv'd,

Till time should make my father's fortune mine.

That very night on which my son was born,

My nurse, the only confident I had,

Set out with him to reach her sister's house:

But nurse, nor infant, have I ever seen,

Or heard of, ANNA, since that fatal hour.

My murder'd child!—had thy fond mother fear'd

The loss of thee, she had loud fame defy'd,

Despis'd her father's rage, her father's grief,

And wander'd with thee thro' the scorning world.

ANNA.

Not seen, nor heard of! then perhaps he lives.

Lady RANDOLPH.

No. It was dark December: wind and rain

Had beat all night. Across the Carron lay

The destin'd road; and in it's swelling flood

My faithful servant perish'd with my child.

O hapless son! of a most hapless sire!—

But they are both at rest; and I alone

Dwell in this world of woe, condemn'd to walk,

Like a guilt-troubl'd ghost, my painful rounds:

Nor has despiteful fate permitted me

The comfort of a solitary sorrow.

Tho' dead to love, I was compell'd to wed

RANDOLPH, who snatch'd me from a villain's arms;

And RANDOLPH now possesses the domains,

That by Sir MALCOLM's death on me devolv'd;

Domains, that should to DOUGLAS' son have giv'n

A baron's title, and a baron's power.

Such were my foothing thoughts, while I bewail'd

The slaughter'd father of a son unborn.

And when that son came, like a ray from heav'n,

Which shines and disappears; alas! my child!

How long did thy fond mother grasp the hope

Of having thee, she knew not how, restor'd.

Year after year hath worn her hope away;

But left still undiminish'd her desire.

ANNA.

The hand, that spins th' uneven thread of life,

May smooth the length that's yet to come of your's.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Not in this world: I have consider'd well

Its various evils, and on whom they fall.

Alas! how oft does goodness wound itself?

And sweet affection prove the spring of woe

O! had I died when my lov'd husband fell!

Had some good angel op'd to me the book

Of providence, and let me read my life,

My heart had broke, when I beheld the sum

Of ills, which one by one I have endur'd.

ANNA.

That God, whose ministers good angels are,

Hath shut the book in mercy to mankind.

But we must leave this theme: GLENALVON comes:

I saw him bend on you his thoughtful eyes,

And hitherwards he slowly stalks his way.

Lady RANDOLPH.

I will avoid him. An ungracious person

Is doubly irksome in an hour like this.

ANNA.

Why speaks my lady thus of RANDOLPH's heir?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Because he's not the heir of RANDOLPH's virtues.

Subtle and shrewd, he offers to mankind

An artificial image of himself:

And he with ease can vary to the taste

Of different men, it's features. Self-denied,

And master of his appetites he seems:

But his fierce nature, like a fox chain'd up,

Watches to seize unseen the wish'd-for prey.

Never were vice and virtue pois'd so ill,

As in GLENALVON's unrelenting mind.

Yet is he brave and politic in war,

And stands aloft in these unruly times.

Why I describe him thus I'll tell hereafter;

Stay and detain him till I reach the castle.

Exit Lady RANDOLPH.

ANNA.

O happiness! where art thou to be found?

I see thou dwellest not with birth and beauty,

Tho' grac'd with grandeur, and in wealth array'd:

Nor dost thou, it would seem, with virtue dwell;

Else had this gentle lady miss'd thee not.

Enter GLENALVON.

GLENALVON.

What dost thou muse on, meditating maid?

Like some entranc'd and visionary seer

On earth thou stand'st, thy thoughts ascend to heaven.

ANNA.

Wou'd that I were, e'en as thou say'st, a seer,

To have my doubts by heav'nly vision clear'd!

GLENALVON.

What dost thou doubt of? what hast thou to do

With subjects intricate? Thy youth, thy beauty,

Cannot be questioned: think of these good gifts;

And then thy contemplations will be pleasing.

ANNA.

Let women view yon monument of woe,

Then boast of beauty: who so fair as she?

But I must follow: this revolving day

Awakes the memory of her ancient woes.

Exit ANNA.

GLENALVON solus.

So!—Lady RANDOLPH shuns me; by and by

I'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides.

The deed's a doing now, that makes me lord

Of these rich valleys, and a chief of power.

The season is most apt; my sounding steps

Will not be heard amidst the din of arms.

RANDOLPH has liv'd too long: his better fate

Had the ascendant once, and kept me down:

When I had seiz'd the dame, by chance he came,

Rescu'd and had the lady for his labour;

I 'scap'd unknown: a slender consolation!

Heaven is my witness that I do not love

To sow in peril, and let others reap

The jocund harvest. Yet I am not safe:

By love, or something like it, stung, inflam'd,

Madly I blabb'd my passion to his wife,

And she has threaten'd to acquaint him of it.

The way of woman's will I do not know:

But well I know the baron's wrath is deadly.

I will not live in fear: the man I dread

Is as a Dane to me; ay, and the man

Who stands betwixt me and my chief desire.

No bar but he; she has no kinsman near;

No brother in his sister's quarrel bold;

And for the righteous cause, a stranger's cause,

I know no chief that will defy GLENALVON.

End of the FIRST ACT.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

A Court, &c.

Enter servants and a stranger at one door, and Lady RANDOLPH and ANNA at another.

Lady RANDOLPH.

WHAT means this clamour? stranger, speak secure;

Hast thou been wrong'd? have these rude men presum'd

To vex the weary traveller on his way?

First SERVANT.

By us no stranger ever suffer'd wrong:

This man with outcry wild has call'd us forth;

So sore afraid he cannot speak his fears.

Enter Lord RANDOLPH and young man, with their swords drawn and bloody.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Not vain the stranger's fears! how fares my lord?

Lord RANDOLPH.

That it fares well, thanks to this gallant youth,

Whose valour sav'd me from a wretched death!

As down the winding dale I walk'd alone,

At the cross way four armed men attack'd me:

Rovers, I judge, from the licentious camp,

Who would have quickly laid Lord RANDOLPH low,

Had not this brave and generous stranger come,

Like my good angel in the hour of fate,

And, mocking danger, made my foes his own.

They turn'd upon him: but his active arm

Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more,

The fiercest two; the others fled amain,

And left him master of the bloody field.

Speak, Lady RANDOLPH: upon Beauty's tongue

Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold.

Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord.

Lady RANDOLPH.

My lord, I cannot speak what now I feel.

My heart o'erflows with gratitude to heav'n,

And to this noble youth, who all unknown

To you and yours, deliberated not,

Nor paus'd at peril, but humanely brave

Fought on your side, against such fearful odds.

Have you yet learn'd of him whom we should thank?

Whom call the saviour of Lord RANDOLPH's life?

Lord RANDOLPH.

I ask'd that question, and he answer'd not:

But I must know who my deliverer is. (to the Stranger)

STRANGER.

A low born man, of parentage obscure,

Who nought can boast but his desire to be

A soldier, and to gain a name in arms.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Whoe'er thou art, thy spirit is ennobled

By the great King of Kings! thou art ordain'd

And stampt a hero by the sovereign hand

Of nature! blush not, flower of modesty

As well as valour, to declare thy birth.

STRANGER.

My name is NORVAL: on the Grampian hills

My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,

Whose constant cares were to encrease his store,

And keep his only son, myself, at home.

For I had heard of battles, and I long'd

To follow to the field some warlike lord;

And heaven soon granted what my sire denied.

This moon which rose last night, round as my shield,

Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light,

A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills,

Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale,

Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled

For safety, and for succour. I alone,

With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows,

Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd

The road he took, then hasted to my friends;

Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men,

I met advancing. The pursuit I led,

Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe.

We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn,

An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief,

Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.

Returning home in triumph, I disdain'd

The shepherd's slothful life; and having heard

That our good king had summon'd his bold peers

To lead their warriours to the Carron side,

I left my father's house, and took with me

A chosen servant to conduct my steps:—

Yon trembling coward who forsook his master.

Journeying with this intent, I past these towers.

And, heaven-directed, came this day to do

The happy deed that gilds my humble name.

Lord RANDOLPH.

He is as wise as brave. Was ever tale

With such a gallant modesty rehears'd?

My brave deliverer! thou shalt enter now

A nobler list, and in a monarch's sight

Contend with princes for the prize of fame.

I will present thee to our Scottish king,

Whose valiant spirit ever valour lov'd.

Ha! my MATILDA! wherefore starts that tear?

Lady RANDOLPH.

I cannot say: for various affections,

And strangely mingled, in my bosom swell;

Yet each of them may well command a tear.

I joy that thou art safe; and admire

Him and his fortunes who hath wrought thy safety.

Obscure and friendless, he the army sought,

Bent upon peril, in the range of death

Resolv'd to hunt for fame, and with his sword

To gain distinction which his birth denied.

In this attempt unknown he might have perish'd,

And gain'd, with all his valour, but oblivion.

Now grac'd by thee, his virtue serves no more

Beneath despair. The soldier now of hope

He stands conspicuous; fame and great renown

Are brought within the compass of his sword.

On this my mind reflected, whilst you spoke,

And bless'd the wonder-working Lord of heaven.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Pious and grateful ever are thy thoughts!

My deeds shall follow where thou point'st the way.

Next to myself, and equal to GLENALVON,

In honour and command shall NORVAL be.

NORVAL.

I know not how to thank you. Rude I am,

In speech and manners: never till this hour

Stood I in such a presence: yet, my lord,

There's something in my breast which makes me bold

To say, that NORVAL ne'er will shame thy favour.

Lady RANDOLPH.

I will be sworn thou wilt not. Thou shalt be

My knight; and ever, as thou didst to-day,

With happy valour guard the life of RANDOLPH.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Well hast thou spoke. Let me forbid reply. To NORVAL.

We are thy debtors still; thy high desert

O'ertops our gratitude. I must proceed,

As was at first intended, to the camp.

Some of my train I see are speeding hither,

Impatient, doubtless, of their lord's delay.

Go with me, NORVAL, and thine eyes shall see

The chosen warriors of thy native land,

Who languish for the fight, and beat the air

With brandish'd swords.

NORVAL.

Let us begone, my lord.

Lord RANDOLPH. To Lady RANDOLPH.

About the time that the declining sun

Shall his broad orbit o'er yon hills suspend,

Expect us to return. This night once more

Within these walls I rest; my tent I pitch

To-morrow in the field. Prepare the feast.

Free is his heart who for his country fights:

He in the eve of battle may resign

Himself to social pleasure; sweetest then,

When danger to a soldier's soul endears

The human joy that never may return.

Exeunt RANDOLPH and NORVAL.

SCENE II.

Lady RANDOLPH and ANNA.

Lady RANDOLPH.

His parting words have struck a fatal truth.

O DOUGLAS! DOUGLAS! tender was the time

When we two parted, ne'er to meet again!

How many years of anguish and despair

Has heav'n annex'd to those swift passing hours

Of love and fondness! Then my bosom's flame

Oft, as blown back by the rude breath of fear,

Return'd, and with redoubled ardour blaz'd.

ANNA.

May gracious heav'n pour the sweet balm of peace

Into the wounds that fester in your breast!

For earthly consolation cannot cure them.

Lady RANDOLPH.

One only cure can heav'n itself bestow;—

A grave—that bed in which the weary rest.

Wretch that I am! Alas! why am I so?

At every happy parent I repine!

How blest the mother of yon gallant NORVAL!

She for a living husband bore her pains,

And heard him bless her when a man was born:

She nurs'd her smiling infant on her breast;

Tended the child, and rear'd the pleasing boy:

She, with affection's triumph, saw the youth

In grace and comeliness surpass his peers:

Whilst I to a dead husband bore a son,

And to the roaring waters gave my child.

ANNA.

Alas! alas! why will you thus resume

Your grief afresh? I thought that gallant youth

Would for a while have won you from your woe.

On him intent you gazed, with a look

Much more delighted, than your pensive eye

Has deign'd on other objects to bestow.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Delighted say'st thou? Oh! even there mine eye

Found fuel for my life-consuming sorrow.

I thought, that had the son of DOUGLAS liv'd,

He might have been like this young gallant stranger,

And pair'd with him in features and in shape,

In all endowments, as in years, I deem,

My boy with blooming NORVAL might have number'd.

Whilst thus I mus'd, a spark from fancy fell

On my sad heart, and kindled up a fondness

For this young stranger, wand'ring from his home,

And like an orphan cast upon my care.

I will protect thee, (said I to myself)

With all my power, and grace with all my favour.

ANNA.

Sure heav'n will bless so gen'rous a resolve.

You must, my noble dame, exert your power:

You must awake: devices will be fram'd,

And arrows pointed at the breast of NORVAL.

Lady RANDOLPH.

GLENALVON's false and crafty head will work

Against a rival in his kinsman's love,

If I deter him not: I only can.

Bold as he is, GLENALVON will beware

How he pulls down the fabric that I raise.

I'll be the artist of young NORVAL's fortune.

'Tis pleasing to admire! most apt was I

To this affection in my better days;

Though now I seem to you shrunk up, retir'd

Within the narrow compass of my woe.

Have you not sometimes seen an early flower

Open it's bud, and spread it's silken leaves,

To catch sweet airs, and odours to bestow;

Then, by the keen blast nipt, pull in it's leaves,

And, tho' still living, die to scent and beauty?

Emblem of me: affliction, like a storm,

Hath kill'd the forward blossom of my heart.

Enter GLENALVON.

GLENALVON.

Where is my dearest kinsman, noble RANDOLPH?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Have you not heard, GLENALVON, of the base—

GLENALVON.

I have: and that the villains may not scape,

With a strong band I have begirt the wood.

If they lurk there, alive they shall be taken,

And torture force from them th' important secret

Whether some foe of RANDOLPH hir'd their swords,

Or if—

Lady RANDOLPH.

That care becomes a kinsman's love.

I have a counsel for GLENALVON's ear. (Exit ANNA.)

GLENALVON.

To him your counsels always are commands.

Lady RANDOLPH.

I have not found so: thou art known to me.

GLENALVON.

Known!

Lady RANDOLPH.

And most certain is my cause of knowledge.

GLENALVON.

What do you know? By the most blessed cross,

You much amaze me. No created thing,

Yourself except, durst thus accost GLENALVON.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Is guilt so bold? and dost thou make a merit

Of thy pretended meekness? This to me,

Who, with a gentleness which duty blames,

Have hitherto conceal'd what, if divulg'd,

Would make thee nothing; or, what's worse than that,

An outcast beggar, and unpitied too:

For mortals shudder at a crime like thine.

GLENALVON.

Thy virtue awes me. First of womankind!

Permit me yet to say, that the fond man

Whom love transports beyond strict virtue's bounds,

If he is brought by love to misery,

In fortune ruin'd, as in mind forlorn,

Unpitied cannot be. Pity's the alms

Which on such beggars freely is bestow'd:

For mortals know that love is still their lord,

And o'er their vain resolves advances still:

As fire, when kindled by our shepherds, moves

Thro' the dry heath before the fanning wind.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Reserve these accents for some other ear.

To love's apology I listen not.

Mark thou my words; for it is meet thou should'st.

His brave deliverer RANDOLPH here retains.

Perhaps his presence may not please thee well:

But, at thy peril, practise ought against him:

Let not thy jealousy attempt to shake

And loosen the good root he has in RANDOLPH;

Whose favourites I know thou hast supplanted.

Thou look'st at me, as if thou fain would'st pry

Into my heart. 'Tis open as my speech.

I give this early caution, and put on

The curb, before thy temper breaks away.

The friendless stranger my protection claims:

His friend I am, and be not thou his foe. Exit.

SCENE III.

Manet GLENALVON.

Child that I was, to start at my own shadow,

And be the shallow fool of coward conscience!

I am not what I have been; what I should be.

The darts of destiny have almost pierc'd

My marble heart. Had I one grain of faith

In holy legends, and religious tales,

I should conclude there was an arm above

That fought against me, and malignant turn'd,

To catch my self, the subtle snare I set.

Why, rape and murder are not simple means!

Th' imperfect rape to RANDOLPH gave a spouse;

And the intended murder introduc'd

A favourite to hide the sun from me;

And worst of all, a rival. Burning hell!

This were thy center, if I thought she lov'd him!

'Tis certain she contemns me; nay commands me,

And waves the flag of her displeasure o'er me,

In his behalf. And shall I thus be brav'd?

Curb'd, as she calls it, by dame chastity?

Infernal fiends, if any fiends there are

More fierce than love, ambition, and revenge,

Rise up and fill my bosom with your fires

And policy remorseless! Chance may spoil

A single aim; but perseverance must

Prosper at last. For chance and fate are words:

Persistive wisdom is the fate of man.

Darkly a project peers upon my mind,

Like the red moon when rising in the east,

Cross'd and divided by strange-colour'd clouds.

I'll seek the slave who came with NORVAL hither,

And for his cowardice was spurned from him.

I've known a follower's rankled bosom breed

Venom most fatal to his heedless lord. Exit.

End of the SECOND ACT.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

A Court, &c. as before.

Enter ANNA.

ANNA.

THY vassals, Grief! great nature's order break,

And change the noon-tide to the midnight hour.

Whilst Lady RANDOLPH sleeps I will walk forth,

And taste the air that breathes on yonder bank.

Sweet may her slumbers be! Ye ministers

Of gracious heaven who love the human race,

Angels and seraphs who delight in goodness!

Forsake your skies, and to her couch descend!

There from her fancy chase those dismal forms

That haunt her waking; her sad spirit charm

With images celestial, such as please

The blest above upon their golden beds.

Enter SERVANT.

SERVANT.

One of the vile assassins is secur'd.

We found the villain lurking in the wood:

With dreadful imprecations he denies

All knowledge of the crime. But this is not

His first essay: these jewels were conceal'd

In the most secret places of his garment;

Belike the spoils of some that he has murder'd.

ANNA.

Let me look on them. Ha! here is a heart,

The chosen crest of DOUGLAS' valiant name!

These are no vulgar jewels. Guard the wretch.

Exit ANNA.

Enter servants with a Prisoner.

PRISONER.

I know no more than does the child unborn

Of what you charge me with.

First SERVANT.

You say so, sir!

But torture soon shall make you speak the truth.

Behold the Lady of Lord RANDOLPH comes:

Prepare yourself to meet her just revenge.

SCENE II.

Enter Lady RANDOLPH and ANNA.

ANNA.

Summon your utmost fortitude, before

You speak with him. Your dignity, your fame,

Are now at stake. Think of the fatal secret,

Which in a moment from your lips may fly.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Thou shalt behold me, with a desperate heart,

Hear how my infant perish'd. See he kneels.

[The prisoner kneels.]

PRISONER.

Heav'n bless that countenance, so sweet and mild!

A judge like thee makes innocence more bold.

O save me, lady! from these cruel men,

Who have attack'd and seiz'd me; who accuse

Me of intended murder. As I hope

For mercy at the judgment seat of God,

The tender lamb, that never nipt the grass,

Is not more innocent than I of murder.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Of this man's guilt what proof can ye produce?

First SERVANT.

We found him lurking in the hollow Glynn.

When view'd and call'd upon, amaz'd, he fled.

We overtook him, and enquir'd from whence

And what he was: he said he came from far,

And was upon his journey to the camp.

Not satisfied with this, we search'd his cloaths,

And found these jewels; whose rich value plead

Most powerfully against him. Hard he seems

And old in villainy. Permit us try

His stubborness against the torture's force.

PRISONER.

O gentle lady! by your lord's dear life!

Which these weak hands, I swear, did ne'er assail;

And by your children's welfare, spare my age!

Let not the iron tear my ancient joints,

And my grey hairs bring to the grave with pain.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Account for these: thine own they cannot be:

For these, I say: be stedfast to the truth;

Detected falsehood is most certain death.

[ANNA removes the servants and returns.]

PRISONER.

Alas! I'm fore beset! let never man,

For sake of lucre, sin against his soul!

Eternal justice is in this most just!

I, guiltless now, must former guilt reveal.

Lady RANDOLPH.

O! ANNA hear!—once more I charge thee speak

The truth direct: for these to me foretell

And certify a part of thy narration;

With which if the remainder tallies not,

An instant and a dreadful death abides thee.

PRISONER.

Then, thus adjur'd, I'll speak to you as just

As if you were the minister of heaven,

Sent down to search the secret sins of men.

Some eighteen years ago, I rented land

Of brave Sir MALCOLM, then BALARMO's lord;

But falling to decay, his servants seiz'd

All that I had, and then turn'd me and mine,

(Four helpless infants and their weeping mother)

Out to the mercy of the winter winds.

A little hovel by the river's side

Receiv'd us: there hard labour, and the skill

In fishing, which was formerly my sport,

Supported life. Whilst thus we poorly liv'd,

One stormy night, as I remember well,

The wind and rain beat hard upon our roof:

Red came the river down, and loud and oft

The angry spirit of the water shrick'd.

At the dead hour of night was heard the cry

Of one in jeopardy. I rose, and ran

To where the circling eddy of a pool

Beneath the ford, us'd oft to bring within

My reach whatever floating thing the stream

Had caught. The voice was ceas'd; the person lost:

But looking sad and earnest on the waters,

By the moon's light I saw, whirl'd round and round,

A basket: soon I drew it to the bank,

And nestled curious there an infant lay.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Was he alive?

PRISONER.

He was.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Inhuman that thou art!

How couldst thou kill what waves and tempests spar'd?

PRISONER.

I am not so inhuman.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Didst thou not?

ANNA.

My noble mistress, you are mov'd too much:

This man has not the aspect of stern murder;

Let him go on, and you, I hope, will hear

Good tidings of your kinsman's long lost child.

PRISONER.

The needy man, who has known better days,

One whom distress has spited at the world,

Is he whom tempting fiends would pitch upon

To do such deeds, as makes the prosperous men

Lift up their hands and wonder who could do them.

And such a man was I; a man declin'd,

Who saw no end of black adversity:

Yet, for the wealth of kingdoms, I would not

Have touch'd that infant, with a hand of harm.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Ha! dost thou say so? Then perhaps he lives!

PRISONER.

Not many days ago he was alive.

Lady RANDOLPH.

O! God of heav'n! Did he then die so lately?

PRISONER.

I did not say he died; I hope he lives.

Not many days ago these eyes beheld

Him, flourishing in youth, and health, and beauty.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Where is he now?

PRISONER.

Alas! I know not where.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Oh fate! I fear thee still. Thou riddler, speak

Direct and clear; else I will search thy soul.

ANNA.

Permit me, ever honour'd! Keen impatience,

Tho' hard to be restrain'd, defeats itself.—

Pursue thy story with a faithful tongue,

To the last hour that thou didst keep the child.

PRISONER.

Fear not my faith, tho' I must speak my shame.

Within the cradle, where the infant lay,

Was stow'd a mighty store of gold and jewels;

Tempted by which we did resolve to hide,

From all the world, this wonderful event,

And like a peasant breed the noble child.

That none might mark the change of our estate,

We left the country, travell'd to the north,

Bought flocks and herds, and gradually brought forth

Our secret wealth, But God's all-seeing eye

Beheld our avarice, and smote us sore.

For one by one all our own children died,

And he, the stranger, sole remain'd the heir

Of what indeed was his. Fain then would I,

Who with a father's fondness lov'd the boy,

Have trusted him, now in the dawn of youth,

With his own secret: but my anxious wife,

Foreboding evil, never would consent.

Mean while the stripling grew in years and beauty;

And, as we oft observ'd, he bore himself,

Not as the offspring of our cottage blood;

For nature will break out: mild with the mild,

But with the froward he was fierce as fire,

And night and day he talk'd of war and arms.

I set myself against his warlike bent;

But all in vain: for when a desperate band

Of robbers from the savage mountains came —

Lady RANDOLPH.

Eternal providence! What is thy name?

PRISONER.

My name is NORVAL; and my name he bears,

Lady RANDOLPH.

'Tis he; 'tis he himself! It is my son!

O sovereign mercy! 'Twas my child I saw!

No wonder, ANNA, that my bosom burn'd.

ANNA.

Just are your transports: ne'er was woman's heart

Prov'd with such fierce extremes. High fated dame!

But yet remember that you are beheld

By servile eyes; your gestures may be seen

Impassion'd, strange; perhaps your words o'erheard.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Well dost thou counsel, ANNA: Heaven bestow

On me that wisdom which my state requires!

ANNA.

The moments of deliberation pass,

And soon you must resolve. This useful man

Must be dismiss'd in safety, e'er my lord

Shall with his brave deliverer return.

PRISONER.

If I, amidst astonishment and fear,

Have of your words and gestures rightly judg'd,

Thou art the daughter of my ancient master;

The child I rescu'd from the flood is thine.

Lady RANDOLPH.

With thee dissimulation now were vain.

I am indeed the daughter of Sir MALCOLM;

The child thou rescu'dst from the flood is mine

PRISONER.

Blest be the hour that made me a poor man!

My poverty hath sav'd my master's house!

Lady RANDOLPH.

Thy words surprize me: sure thou dost not feign:

The tear stands in thine eye: such love from thee

Sir MALCOLM's house deserv'd not; if aright

Thou told'st the story of thy own distress.

PRISONER.

Sir MALCOLM of our barons was the flower;

The fastest friend, the best and kindest master.

But ah! he knew not of my sad estate.

After that battle, where his gallant son,

Your own brave brother, fell, the good old lord

Grew desperate and reckless of the world;

And never, as he erst was wont, went forth

To overlook the conduct of his servants.

By them I was thrust out, and them I blame:

May heaven so judge me as I judg'd my master!

And God so love me as I love his race!

Lady RANDOLPH.

His race shall yet reward thee. On thy faith

Depends the fate of thy lov'd master's house.

Rememb'rest thou a little lonely hut,

That like a holy hermitage appears

Among the clifts of Carron?

PRISONER.

I remember

The cottage of the clifts.

Lady RANDOLPH.

'Tis that I mean:

There dwells a man of venerable age,

Who in my father's service spent his youth:

Tell him I sent thee, and with him remain,

'Till I shall call upon thee to declare,

Before the king and nobles, what thou now

To me hast told. No more but this, and thou

Shalt live in honour all thy future days;

Thy son so long shall call thee father still,

And all the land shall bless the man, who sav'd

The son of DOUGLAS, and Sir MALCOLM'S heir.

Remember well my words: if thou shouldst meet

Him whom thou call'st thy son, still call him so;

And mention nothing of his nobler father.

PRISONER.

Fear not that I shall mar so fair an harvest,

By putting in my sickle 'ere 'tis ripe.

Why did I leave my home and ancient dame?

To find the youth, to tell him all I knew,

And make him wear these jewels in his arms;

Which might, I thought, be challeng'd, and so bring

To light the secret of his noble birth.

Lady RANDOLPH goes towards the Servants.

Lady RANDOLPH.

This man is not th'assassin you suspected,

Tho' chance combin'd some likelyhoods against him.

He is the faithful bearer of the jewels

To their right owner, whom in haste he seeks.

'Tis meet that you should put him on his way,

Since your mistaken zeal hath dragg'd him hither.

Exeunt Stranger and Servants▪

SCENE III.

Lady RANDOLPH and ANNA.

Lady RANDOLPH.

My faithful ANNA! dost thou share my joy?

I know thou dost. Unparalell'd event!

Reaching from heaven to earth, Jehovah's arm

Snatch'd from the waves, and brings to me my son!

Judge of the widow, and the orphan's father!

Accept a widow's and a mother's thanks

For such a gift! What does my ANNA think

Of the young eaglet of a valiant nest?

How soon he gaz'd on bright and burning arms,

Spurn'd the low dunghill where his fate had thrown him,

And tower'd up to the region of his sire!

ANNA.

How fondly did your eyes devour the boy!

Mysterious nature, with the unseen cord

Of powerful instinct, drew you to your own.

Lady RANDOLPH.

The ready story of his birth believ'd

Supprest my fancy quite; nor did he owe

To any likeness my so sudden favour:

But now I long to see his face again,

Examine every feature, and find out

The lineaments of DOUGLAS, or my own.

But most of all, I long to let him know

Who his true parents are, to clasp his neck,

And tell him all the story of his father.

ANNA.

With wary caution you must bear yourself

In public, lest your tenderness break forth,

And in observers stir conjectures strange.

For, if a cherub in the shape of woman

Should walk this world, yet defamation would,

Like a vile cur, bark at the angel's train—

To-day the baron started at your tears.

Lady RANDOLPH.

He did so, ANNA! well thy mistress knows,

If the least circumstance, mote of offence,

Should touch the baron's eye, his sight would be

With jealousy disorder'd. But the more

It does behove me instant to declare

The birth of DOUGLAS, and assert his rights.

This night I purpose with my son to meet,

Reveal the secret and consult with him:

For wise he is, or my fond judgment errs.

As he does now, so look'd his noble father,

Array'd in nature's ease: his mien, his speech,

Were sweetly simple, and full oft deceiv'd

Those trivial mortals who seem always wise.

But, when the matter match'd his mighty mind,

Uprose the Hero: on his piercing eye

Sat Observation; on each glance of thought

Decision follow'd, as the thunder-bolt

Pursues the flash.

ANNA.

That demon haunts you still:

Behold GLENALVON.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Now I shun him not.

This day I brav'd him in behalf of NORVAL;

Perhaps too far: at least my nicer fears

For DOUGLAS thus interpret.

Enter GLENALVON.

GLENALVON.

Noble dame!

The hov'ring Dane at last his men hath landed:

No band of pirates; but a mighty host,

That come to settle where their valour conquers;

To win a country, or to lose themselves.

Lady RANDOLPH.

But whence comes this intelligence, GLENALVON?

GLENALVON.

A nimble courier sent from yonder camp,

To hasten up the chieftains of the north,

Inform'd me, as he past, that the fierce Dane

Had on the eastern coast of Lothian landed,

Near to that place where the sea-rock immense,

Amazing Bass looks o'er a fertile land.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Then must this western army march to join

The warlike troops that guard Edena's tow'rs.

GLENALVON.

Beyond all question. If impairing time

Has not effac'd the image of a place,

Once perfect in my breast, there is a wild

Which lyes to westward of that mighty rock,

And seems by nature formed for the camp

Of water-wafted armies, whose chief strength

Lies in firm foot, unflank'd with warlike horse:

If martial skill directs the Danish lords,

There inaccessible their army lies

To our swift scow'ring horse, the bloody field

Must man to man, and foot to foot, be fought.

Lady RANDOLPH.

How many mothers shall bewail their sons!

How many widows weep their husbands slain?

Ye dames of Denmark! ev'n for you I feel,

Who, sadly sitting on the sea-beat shore,

Long look for lords that never shall return.

GLENALVON.

Oft has th'unconquer'd Caledonian sword

Widow'd the north. The children of the slain

Come, as I hope, to meet their fathers' fate.

The monster war, with her infernal brood,

Loud yelling fury, and life-ending pain,

Are objects suited to GLENALVON's soul.

Scorn is more grievous than the pains of death;

Reproach, more piercing than the pointed sword.

Lady RANDOLPH.

I scorn thee not, but when I ought to scorn;

Nor e'er reproach, but when insulted virtue

Against audacious vice asserts herself.

I own thy worth, GLENALVON; none more apt

Than I to praise thine eminence in arms,

And be the echo of thy martial fame.

No longer vainly feed a guilty passion:

Go and pursue a lawful mistress, glory.

Upon the Danish crests redeem thy fault,

And let thy valour be the shield of RANDOLPH.

GLENALVON.

One instant stay, and hear an alter'd man.

When beauty pleads for virtue, vice abash'd

Flies it's own colours, and goes o'er to virtue.

I am your convert; time will shew how truely:

Yet one immediate proof I mean to give.

That youth for whom your ardent zeal to-day,

Somewhat too haughtily, defy'd your slave,

Amidst the shock of armies I'll defend,

And turn death from him, with a guardian arm.

Sedate by use, my bosom maddens not

At the tumultuous uproar of the field.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Act thus, GLENALVON, and I am thy friend:

But that's thy least reward. Believe me, sir,

The truly generous is the truely wise;

And he who loves not others, lives unblest.

Exit Lady RANDOLPH.

GLENALVON solus.

Amen! and virtue is it's own reward! —

I think that I have hit the very tone

In which she loves to speak. Honey'd assent

How pleasing art thou to the taste of man,

And woman also! flattery direct

Rarely disgusts. They little know mankind

Who doubt it's operation: 'tis my key,

And opes the wicket of the human heart.

How far I have succeeded now I know not.

Yet I incline to think her stormy virtue

Is lull'd awhile: 'tis her alone I fear:

Whilst she and RANDOLPH live, and live in faith

And amity, uncertain is my tenure.

Fate o'er my head suspends disgrace and death,

By that weak hair, a peevish female's will.

I am not idle: but the ebbs and flows

Of fortune's tide cannot be calculated.

That slave of NORVAL's I have found most apt:

I shew'd him gold, and he has pawn'd his soul

To say and swear whatever I suggest.

NORVAL, I'm told, has that alluring look,

'Twixt man and woman, which I have observ'd

To charm the nicer and fantastick dames,

Who are, like lady RANDOLPH, full of virtue.

In raising RANDOLPH's jealousy I may

But point him to the truth. He seldom errs

Who thinks the worst he can of womankind.

The End of the THIRD ACT.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Flourish of Trumpets.

Enter Lord RANDOLPH attended.

Lord RANDOLPH.

SUmmon an hundred horse, by break of day,

To wait our pleasure at the castle gate.

Enter Lady RANDOLPH.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Alas! my lord! I've heard unwelcome News;

The Danes are landed.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Ay, no inroad this

Of the Northumbrian bent to take a spoil:

No sportive war, no tournament essay,

Of some young knight resolv'd to break a spear,

And stain with hostile blood his maiden arms.

The Danes are landed: we must beat them back,

Or live the slaves of Denmark.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Dreadful times!

Lord RANDOLPH.

The fenceless villages are all forsaken;

The trembling mothers, and their children lodg'd

In well-girt towers and castles; whilst the men

Retire indignant. Yet, like broken waves,

They but retire more awful to return.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Immense, as fame reports, the Danish host!

Lord RANDOLPH.

Were it as numerous as loud fame reports,

An army knit like ours wou'd pierce it thro':

Brothers, that shrink not from each others side,

And fond companions, fill our warlike files:

For his dear offspring, and the wife he loves,

The husband, and the fearless father arm.

In vulgar breasts heroic ardor burns,

And the poor peasant mates his daring lord.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Men's minds are temper'd, like their swords, for war;

Lovers of danger, on destruction's brink

They joy to rear erect their daring forms.

Hence, early graves; hence the lone widow's life;

And the sad mother's grief-embitter'd age.

Where is our gallant guest?

Lord RANDOLPH.

Down in the vale

I left him, managing a fiery steed,

Whose stubbornness had foil'd the strength and skill

Of every rider. But behold he comes,

In earnest conversation with GLENALVON.

Enter NORVAL and GLENALVON.

GLENALVON! with the lark arise; go forth,

And lead my troops that ly in yonder vale:

Private I travel to the royal camp:

NORVAL, thou goest with me. But say young man!

Where didst thou learn so to discourse of war,

And in such terms, as I o'erheard to day?

War is no village science, nor it's phrase

A language taught amongst the shepherd swains.

NORVAL.

Small is the skill my lord delights to praise

In him he favours. — Hear from whence it came.

Beneath a mountain's brow, the most remote

And inaccessible by shepherds trod,

In a deep cave, dug by no mortal hand,

A hermit liv'd; a melancholy man,

Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains.

Austere and lonely, cruel to himself,

Did they report him; the cold earth his bed,

Water his drink, his food the shepherd's alms.

I went to see him, and my heart was touch'd

With reverence and pity. Mild he spake,

And, entring on discourse, such stories told

As made me oft revisit his sad cell.

For he had been a soldier in his youth;

And fought in famous battles, when the peers

Of Europe, by the bold GODFREDO led,

Against th' usurping Infidel display'd

The cross of Christ, and won the Holy Land.

Pleas'd with my admiration, and the fire

His speech struck from me, the old man wou'd shake

His years away, and act his young encounters:

Then, having shew'd his wounds, he'd sit him down,

And all the live-long day discourse of war.

To help my fancy, in the smooth green turf

He cut the figures of the marshall'd hosts;

Describ'd the motions, and explain'd the use

Of the deep column, and the lengthen'd line,

The square, the crescent, and the phalanx firm.

For all that Saracen, or Christian knew

Of war's vast art, was to this hermit known.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Why did this soldier in a desart hide

Those qualities, that shou'd have grac'd a camp?

NORVAL.

That too at last I learn'd. Unhappy man!

Returning homewards by Messina's port,

Loaded with wealth and honours bravely won,

A rude and boist'rous captain of the sea

Fasten'd a quarrel on him. Fierce they fought:

The stranger fell, and with his dying breath

Declar'd his name and lineage. Mighty God!

The soldier cried, my brother! Oh! my brother!

Lady RANDOLPH.

His brother!

NORVAL.

Yes; of the same parents born;

His only brother. They exchang'd forgiveness:

And happy, in my mind, was he that died:

For many deaths has the survivor suffer'd.

In the wild desart on a rock he sits,

Or on some nameless stream's untrodden banks,

And ruminates all day his dreadful fate.

At times, alas! not in his perfect mind!

Holds dialogues with his lov'd brother's ghost;

And oft each night forsakes his sullen couch,

To make sad orisons for him he slew.

Lady RANDOLPH.

To what mysterious woes are mortals born!

In this dire tragedy were there no more

Unhappy persons? did the parents live?

NORVAL.

No; they were dead: kind heav'n had clos'd their eyes

Before their son had shed his brother's blood.

Lord RANDOLPH.

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.

OFFICER.

My Lord, the trumpets of the troops of Lorn:

Their valiant leader hails the noble RANDOLPH.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Mine ancient guest! does he the warriors lead?

Has Denmark rous'd the brave old knight to arms?

OFFICER.

No; worn with warfare, he resigns the sword.

His eldest hope, the vallant John of Lorn,

Now leads his kindred bands.

Lord RANDOLPH.

GLENALVON, go.

With hospitality's most strong request

Entreat the chief.

[Exit GLENALVON.]

OFFICER.

My lord, requests are vain.

He urges on, impatient of delay,

Stung with the tidings of the foe's approach.

Lord RANDOLPH.

May victory sit on the warriour's plume!

Bravest of men! his flocks and herds are safe;

Remote from wars alarms his pastures lye,

By mountains inaccessible secur'd:

Yet foremost he into the plain descends,

Eager to bleed in battles not his own.

Such were the heroes of the ancient world:

Contemners they of indolence and gain;

But still for love of glory, and of arms,

Prone to encounter peril, and to lift

Against each strong antagonist the spear.

I'll go and press the hero to my breast.

[Exit RANDOLPH.]

Manet Lady RANDOLPH and NORVAL.

Lady RANDOLPH.

The soldier's loftiness, the pride and pomp

Investing awful war, NORVAL, I see,

Transport thy youthful mind.

NORVAL.

Ah! should they not?

Blest be the hour I left my father's house!

I might have been a shepherd all my days,

And stole obscurely to a peasant's grave.

Now, if I live, with mighty chiefs I stand;

And, if I fall, with noble dust I lye.

Lady RANDOLPH.

There is a gen'rous spirit in thy breast,

That could have well sustain'd a prouder fortune.

This way with me; under yon spreading beech,

Unseen, unheard, by human eye or ear,

I will amaze thee with a wond'rous tale.

NORVAL.

Let there be danger lady with the secret,

That I may hug it to my grateful heart,

And prove my faith. Command my sword, my life:

These are the sole possessions of poor NORVAL.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Know'st thou these gems?

NORVAL.

Durst I believe mine eyes

I'd say I knew them, and they were my father's.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Thy father's say'st thou! ah! they were thy father's!

NORVAL.

I saw them once, and curiously enquir'd

Of both my parents whence such splendor came?

But I was check'd, and more could never learn.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Then learn of me, thou art not NORVAL's son.

NORVAL.

Not NORVAL's son!

Lady RANDOLPH.

Nor of a shepherd sprung.

NORVAL.

Lady, who am I then?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Noble thou art;

For noble was thy sire!

NORVAL.

I will believe—

O! tell me farther! Say who was my father?

Lady RANDOLPH.

DOUGLAS!

NORVAL.

Lord DOUGLAS, whom to day I saw?

Lady RANDOLPH.

His younger brother.

NORVAL.

And in yonder camp?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Alas!

NORVAL.

You make me tremble — Sighs and tears!

Lives my brave father?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Ah! too brave indeed!

He fell in battle e're thyself was born.

NORVAL.

Ah me unhappy! e're I saw the light?

But does my mother live? I may conclude,

From my own fate, her portion has been sorrow.

Lady RANDOLPH.

She lives; but wastes her life in constant woe,

Weeping her husband slain, her infant lost.

NORVAL.

You that are skill'd so well in the sad story

Of my unhappy parents, and with tears

Bewail their destiny, now have compassion

Upon the offspring of the friends you lov'd.

O! tell me who, and where my mother is!

Opprest by a base world, perhaps she bends

Beneath the weight of other ills than grief;

And desolate, implores of heav'n, the aid

Her son should give. It is, it must be so —

Your countenance confesses that she's wretched.

O! tell me her condition! Can the sword —

Who shall resist me in a parent's cause?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Thy virtue ends her woe. — My son, my son!

I am thy mother, and the wife of DOUGLAS!

Falls upon his neck.

NORVAL.

O heav'n and earth, how wond'rous is my fate!

Art thou my mother? Ever let me kneel!

Lady RANDOLPH.

Image of DOUGLAS! Fruit of fatal love!

All that I owe thy sire I pay to thee.

NORVAL.

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 RANDOLPH.

Arise, my son! In me thou dost behold

The poor remains of beauty once admir'd:

The autumn of my days is come already;

For sorrow made my summer haste away.

Yet in my prime I equal'd not thy father:

His eyes were like the eagle's, yet sometimes

Liker the dove's; and, as he pleas'd, he won

All hearts with softness, or with spirit aw'd.

NORVAL.

How did he fall? Sure 'twas a bloody field

When DOUGLAS died. O I have much to ask!

Lady RANDOLPH.

Hereafter thou shalt hear the lengthen'd tale

Of all thy father's and thy mother's woes.

At present this: Thou art the rightful heir

Of yonder castle, and the wide domains

Which now Lord RANDOLPH, as my husband, holds.

But thou shalt not be wrong'd; I have the power

To right thee still: Before the king I'll kneel,

And call Lord DOUGLAS to protect his blood.

NORVAL.

The blood of DOUGLAS will protect itself.

Lady RANDOLPH.

But we shall need both friends and favour, boy,

To wrest thy 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.

NORVAL.

To be the son of DOUGLAS is to me

Inheritance enough. Declare my birth,

And in the field I'll seek for same and fortune.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Thou dost not know what perils and injustice

Await the poor man's valour. O! my son!

The noblest blood in all the land's abash'd,

Having no lacquey but pale poverty.

Too long hast thou been thus attended, DOUGLAS!

Too long hast thou been deem'd a peasant'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

That we should part before yon chiefs return.

Retire, and from thy rustick follower's hand

Receive a billet, which thy mother's care,

Anxious to see thee, dictated before

This casual opportunity arose

Of private conference. It's 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.

NORVAL.

I will remember. Where is NORVAL now?

That good old man.

Lady RANDOLPH.

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 griev'd my heart.

NARVOL.

Has he indeed? Then let yon false GLENALVON

Beware of me.

Exit DOUGLAS.

Manet Lady RANDOLPH.

There burst the smother'd flame!

O! thou all righteous and eternal King!

Who father of the fatherless art call'd,

Protect my son! — Thy inspiration, Lord!

Hath fill'd his bosom with that sacred fire,

Which in the breasts of his forefathers burn'd:

Set him on high like them, that he may shine

The star and glory of his native land!

Then let the minister of death descend,

And bear my willing spirit to it's place.

Yonder they come. How do bad women find

Unchanging aspects to conceal their guilt?

When I by reason, and by justice urg'd,

Full hardly can dissemble with these men

In nature's pious cause.

Enter Lord RANDOLPH and GLENALVON.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Yon gallant chief,

Of arms enamour'd, all repose disclaims.

Lady RANDOLPH.

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 RANDOLPH.

'Tis so by heav'n! her mien, her voice, her eye,

And her impatience to be gone, confirm it.

GLENALVON.

He parted from her now: Behind the mount,

Amongst the trees, I saw him glide along.

Lord RANDOLPH.

For sad, sequester'd virtue she's renown'd!

GLENALVON.

Most true, my Lord.

Lord RANDOLPH.

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 lov'd me.

Let no man, after me, a woman wed,

Whose heart he knows he has not; tho' she brings

A mine of gold, a kingdom for her dowry,

For let her seem, like the night's shadowy queen,

Cold and contemplative; — He cannot trust her:

She may, she will, bring shame and sorrow on him;

The worst of sorrow, and the worst of shames!

GLENALVON.

Yield not, my Lord, to such afflicting thoughts;

But let the spirit of an 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 RANDOLPH.

Thou dost counsel well.

GLENALVON.

Permit me now to make one slight essay.

Of all the trophies which vain mortal's boast,

By wit, by valour, or by wisdom won,

The first and fairest, in a young mans eye,

Is woman's captive heart. Successful love

With glorious fumes intoxicates the mind;

And the proud conqueror in triumph moves

Air-born, exalted above vulgar men.

Lord RANDOLPH.

And what avails this maxim?

GLENALVON.

Much, my lord!

Withdraw a little: I'll accost young NORVAL,

And with ironical derisive counsel

Explore his spirit. If he is no more

Than humble NORVAL, by thy favour rais'd,

Brave as he is, he'll shrink astonish'd from me:

But if he be the favourite of the fair,

Lov'd by the first of Caledonia's dames,

He'll turn upon me, as the lion turns

Upon the hunter's spear.

Lord RANDOLPH.

'Tis shrewdly thought.

GLENALVON.

When we grow loud, draw near. But let my Lord

His rising wrath restrain.

Exit RANDOLPH.

Manet GLENALVON.

'Tis strange by heav'n!

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 it's course. Even I did think her chaste,

Whose charity exceeds not. Precious sex!

Whose deeds lascivious pass GLENALVON's thoughts!

NORVAL appears.

His port I love; he's in a proper mood

To chide the thunder, if at him it roar'd.

Has NORVAL seen the troops?

NORVAL.

The setting sun,

With yellow radiance lighten'd all the vale,

And as the warriours mov'd, each polish'd helm,

Corslet, or spear, glanc'd back his gilded beams.

The hill they climb'd, and halting at it's top,

Of more than mortal size, tow'ring, they seem'd,

An host angelic, clad in burning arms.

GLENALVON.

Thou talk'st it well; no leader of our host,

In sounds more lofty, speaks of glorious war.

NORVAL.

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.

GLENALVON.

You wrong yourself, brave sir; your martial deeds

Have rank'd you with the great: but mark me NORVAL;

Lord RANDOLPH's favour now exalts your youth

Above his veterans of famous service.

Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you.

Give them all honour; seem not to command;

Else they will scarcely brook your late sprung power,

Which nor alliance props, nor birth adorns.

NORVAL.

Sir, I have been accustom'd all my days

To hear and speak the plain and simple truth:

And tho' I have been told, that there are men

Who borrow friendship's tongue to speak their scorn,

Yet in such language I am little skill'd.

Therefore I thank GLENALVON for his counsel,

Altho' it sounded harshly. Why remind

Me of my birth obscure? Why slur my power

With such contemptuous terms?

GLENALVON.

I did not mean

To gall your pride, which now I see is great.

NORVAL.

My pride!

GLENALVON.

Suppress it as you wish to prosper.

Your pride's excessive. Yet for RANDOLPH's sake

I will not leave you to it's rash direction.

If thus you swell, and frown at high-born men,

Will high-born men endure a shepherd's scorn?

NORVAL.

A shepherd's scorn!

GLENALVON.

Yes; if you presume

To bend on soldiers these disdainful eyes,

As if you took the measure of their minds,

And said in secret, you're no match for me;

What will become of you?

NORVAL.

If this were told! — Aside

Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self!

GLENALVON.

Ha! Dost thou threaten me?

NORVAL.

Didst thou not hear?

GLENALVON.

Unwillingly I did; a nobler foe

Had not been question'd thus. But such as thee—

NORVAL.

Whom dost thou think me?

GLENALVON.

Norval.

NORVAL.

So I am —

And who is NORVAL in GLENALVON's eyes?

GLENALVON.

A peasant's son, a wandering beggar-boy;

At best no more, even if he speaks the truth.

NORVAL.

False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth?

GLENALVON.

Thy truth! thou'rt all a lye; and false as hell

Is the vain-glorious tale thou told'st to RANDOLPH.

NORVAL.

If I were chain'd, unarm'd, and bedrid old,

Perhaps I should revile: But as I am

I have no tongue to rail. The humble NORVAL

Is of a race, who strive not but with deeds.

Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valour,

And make thee sink too soon beneath my sword,

I'd tell thee—what thou art. I know thee well.

GLENALVON.

Dost thou not know GLENALVON, born to command

Ten thousand slaves like thee?

NORVAL.

Villain, no more:

Draw and defend thy life. I did design

To have defy'd thee in another cause:

But heaven accelerates it's vengeance on thee.

Now for my own and Lady RANDOLPH's wrongs.

Enter Lord RANDOLPH.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Hold, I command you both. The man that stirs

Makes me his foe.

NORVAL.

Another voice than thine

That threat had vainly sounded, noble RANDOLPH.

GLENALVON.

Hear him, my lord; he's wond'rous condescending!

Mark the humility of shepherd NORVAL!

NORVAL.

Now you may scoff in safety.

(Sheaths his sword.)

Lord RANDOLPH.

Speak not thus,

Taunting each other; but unfold to me

The cause of quarrel, then I judge betwixt you.

NORVAL.

Nay, my good lord, tho' I revere you much,

My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment.

I blush to speak; I will not, cannot speak

Th' opprobrious words that I from him have borne.

To the liege-lord of my dear native land

I owe a subject's homage: but ev'n him

And his high arbitration I'd reject.

Within my bosom reigns another lord;

Honour, sole judge and umpire of itself.

If my free speech offend you, noble RANDOLPH,

Revoke your favours, and let NORVAL go

Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonour'd.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice:

The ancient foe of Caledonia's land

Now waves his banners o'er her frighted fields.

Suspend your purpose, 'till your country's arms

Repel the bold invader: then decide,

The private quarrel.

GLENALVON.

I agree to this.

NORVAL.

And I.

Enter SERVANT.

SERVANT.

The banquet waits.

Lord RANDOLPH.

We come.

Exit RANDOLPH.

GLENALVON.

Norval,

Let not our variance mar the social hour,

Nor wrong the hospitality of RANDOLPH.

Nor frowning anger, nor yet wrinkl'd hate,

Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow;

Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.

NORVAL.

Think not so lightly, Sir, of my resentment:

When we contend again, our strife is mortal.

End of the FOURTH ACT.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

The Wood.

Enter DOUGLAS.

THIS is the place the centre of the grove.

Here stands the oak, the monarch of the wood.

How sweet and solemn is this mid-night scene!

The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way

Thro' skies where I could count each little star.

The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves;

The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed,

Imposes silence with a stilly sound.

In such a place as this at such an hour,

If ancestry can be in ought believ'd,

Descending spirits have convers'd with man,

And told the secrets of the world unknown.

Enter Old NORVAL.

Old NORVAL.

'Tis he. But what if he should chide me hence?

His just reproach I fear.

DOUGLAS turns and sees him.

Forgive, forgive,

Can'st thou forgive the man, the selfish man,

Who bred Sir MALCOLM's heir a shepherd's son.

DOUGLAS.

Kneel not to me: thou art my father still:

Thy wish'd-for presence now compleats my joy.

Welcome to me, my fortunes thou shalt share,

And ever honour'd with thy DOUGLAS live.

Old NORVAL.

And do'st thou call me father? O my son!

I think that I could die to make amends

For the great wrong I did thee. 'Twas my crime

Which in the wilderness so long conceal'd

The blossom of thy youth.

DOUGLAS.

Not worse the fruit,

That in the wilderness the blossom blow'd.

Amongst the shepherds, in the humble cote,

I learn'd some lessons, which I'll not forget

When I inhabit yonder lofty towers.

I, who was once a swain, will ever prove

The poor man's friend; and, when my vassals bow.

NORVAL shall smooth the crested pride of DOUGLAS.

NORVAL.

Let me but live to see thine exaltation!

Yet grievous are my fears. O leave this place,

And those unfriendly towers.

DOUGLAS.

Why should I leave them?

NORVAL.

Lord RANDOLPH and his kinsman seek your life.

DOUGLAS.

How know'st thou that?

NORVAL.

I will inform you how.

When evening came, I left the secret place

Appointed for me by your mother's care,

And fondly trod in each accustom'd path

That to the castle leads. Whilst thus I rang'd,

I was alarm'd with unexpected sounds

Of earnest voices. On the persons came:

Unseen I lurk'd, and overheard them name

Each other as they talk'd, lord RANDOLPH this,

And that GLENALVON: still of you they spoke,

And of the lady: threatning was their speech,

Tho' but imperfectly my ear could hear it.

'Twas strange, they said, a wonderful discov'ry;

And ever and anon they vow'd revenge.

DOUGLAS.

Revenge! for what?

NORVAL.

For being what you are;

Sir MALCOLM's heir: how else have you offended?

When they were gone, I hied me to my cottage,

And there sat musing how I best might find

Means to inform you of their wicked purpose.

But I could think of none: at last perplex'd

I issued forth, encompassing the tower

With many a weary step and wishful look.

Now providence hath brought you to my sight,

Let not your too couragious spirit scorn

The caution which I give.

DOUGLAS.

I scorn it not.

My mother warn'd me of GLENALVON's baseness:

But I will not suspect the noble RANDOLPH.

In our encounter with the vile assassins,

In mark'd his brave demeanor: him I'll trust.

NORVAL.

I fear you will too far.

DOUGLAS.

Here in this place

I wait my mother's coming: she shall know

What thou hast told: her counsel I will follow:

And cautious ever are a mother's counsels.

You must depart; your presence may prevent

Our interview.

NORVAL.

My blessing rest upon thee!

O may heav'n's hand, which sav'd thee from the wave,

And from the sword of foes, be near thee still;

Turning mischance, if ought hangs o'er thy head,

All upon mine!

Exit Old NORVAL.

DOUGLAS.

He loves me like a parent;

And must not, shall not lose the son he loves,

Altho' his son has found a nobler father.

Eventful day▪ how hast thou chang'd my state!

Once on the cold, and winter shaded side

Of a bleak hill, mischance had rooted me,

Never to thrive, child of another soil:

Transplanted now to the gay sunny vale,

Like the green thorn of May my fortune flowers.

Ye glorious stars! high heav'n's resplendent host!

To whom I oft have of my lot complain'd,

Hear and record my soul's unalter'd wish!

Dead or alive, let me but be renown'd!

May heav'n inspire some fierce gigantic Dane,

To give a bold defiance to our host!

Before he speaks it out I will accept;

Like DOUGLAS conquer, or like DOUGLAS die.

Enter Lady RANDOLPH.

Lady RANDOLPH.

My son! I heard a voice—

DOUGLAS.

—The voice was mine.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Didst thou complain aloud to nature's ear,

That thus in dusky shades, at mid-night hours,

By stealth the mother and the son should meet?

Embracing him.

DOUGLAS.

No; on this happy day, this better birth-day,

My thoughts and words are all of hope and joy.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Sad fear and melancholy still divide

The empire of my breast with hope and joy.

Now hear what I advise.

DOUGLAS.

First, let me tell

What may the tenor of your counsel change.

Lady RANDOLPH.

My heart forebodes some evil!

DOUGLAS.

'Tis not good. —

At eve, unseen by RANDOLPH and GLENALVON,

The good old NORVAL in the grove o'er heard

Their conversation: oft they mention'd me

With dreadful threatnings; you they sometimes nam'd

'Twas strange, they said, a wonderful discov'ry;

And ever and anon they vow'd revenge.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Defend us gracious God! we are betray'd:

They have found out the secret of thy birth;

It must be so. That is the great discovery.

Sir MALCOLM's heir is come to claim his own;

And they will be reveng'd. Perhaps even now,

Arm'd and prepar'd for murder, they but wait

A darker and more silent hour, to break,

Into the chamber where they think thou sleep'st.

This moment, this, heav'n hath ordain'd to save thee!

Fly to the camp, my son!

DOUGLAS.

And leave you here?

No: to the castle let us go together,

Call up the ancient servants of your house,

Who in their youth did eat your father's bread.

Then tell them loudly that I am your son.

If in the breasts of men one spark remains

Of sacred love, fidelity, or pity,

Some in your cause will arm. I ask but few

To drive those spoilers from my father's house.

Lady RANDOLPH.

O nature, nature! what can check thy force?

Thou genuine offspring of the daring DOUGLAS!

But rush not on destruction: save thyself,

And I am safe. To me they mean no harm.

Thy stay but risks thy precious life in vain.

That winding path conducts thee to the river.

Cross where thou seest a broad and beaten way,

Which running eastward leads thee to the camp.

Instant demand admittance to Lord DOUGLAS.

Shew him these jewels, which his brother wore.

Thy look, thy voice, will make him feel the truth,

Which I by certain proof will soon confirm.

DOUGLAS.

I yield me and obey: but yet my heart

Bleeds at this parting. Something bids me stay

And guard a mother's life. Oft have I read

Of wond'rous deeds by one bold arm atchiev'd.

Our foes are two; no more: let me go forth,

And see if any shield can guard GLENALVON.

Lady RANDOLPH.

If thou regard'st thy mother, or rever'st

Thy father's mem'ry, think of this no more.

One thing I have to say before we part:

Long wert thou lost; and thou art found, my child,

In a most fearful season. War and battle

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!

If thou to giddy valour giv'st the rein,

To morrow I may lose my son for ever.

The love of thee, before thou saw'st the light,

Sustain'd my life when thy brave father fell.

If thou shalt fall, I have nor love nor hope

In this waste world! my son, remember me!

DOUGLAS.

What shall I say? how can I give you comfort?

The God of battles of my life dispose

As may be best for you! for whose dear sake

I will not bear myself as I resolv'd.

But yet consider, as no vulgar name

That which I boast sounds amongst martial men.

How will inglorious caution suit my claim?

The post of fate unshrinking I maintain.

My country's foes must witness who I am.

On the invaders heads I'll prove my birth,

'Till friends and foes confess the genuine strain.

If in this strife I fall, blame not your son,

Who if he lives not honour'd, must not live.

Lady RANDOLPH.

I will not utter what my bosom feels.

Too well I love that valour which I warn.

Farewell, my son! my counsels are but vain.

Embracing.

And as high heaven hath will'd it all must be. separate.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Gaze not on me, thou wilt mistake the path;

I'll point it out again.

[Just as they are separating, enter from the wood Lord RANDOLPH and GLENALVON.]

Lord RANDOLPH.

Not in her presence.

Now —

GLENALVON.

I'm prepar'd.

Lord RANDOLPH.

No: I command thee stay.

I go alone: it never shall be said

That I took odds to combat mortal man.

The noblest vengeance is the most compleat.

[Exit Lord RANDOLPH.]

[GLENALVON makes some steps to the same side of the stage, listens and speaks.]

GLENALVON.

Demons of death come settle on my sword,

And to a double slaughter guide it home!

The lover and the husband both must die.

[Lord RANDOLPH behind the scenes.]

Lord RANDOLPH.

Draw, Villain! draw.

DOUGLAS.

Assail me not Lord, RANDOLPH;

Not as thou lov'st thy self.

[Clashing of swords.] [GLENALVON running out.]

Now is the time.

Enter Lady RANDOLPH at the opposite side of the stage, faint and breathless.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Lord RANDOLPH hear me; all shall be thine own:

But spare! Oh spare my son!

Enter DOUGLAS with a sword in each hand.

My mother's voice!

I can protect thee still.

Lady RANDOLPH.

He lives, he lives:

For this, for this to heaven eternal praise!

But sure I saw thee fall.

DOUGLAS.

It was GLENALVON.

Just as my arm had master'd RANDOLPH's sword,

The villain came behind me; but I flew him.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Behind thee! Ah; thou'rt wounded! O my child,

How pale thou look'st! and shall I lose thee now?

DOUGLAS.

Do not despair: I feel a little faintness;

I hope it will not last.

[Leans upon his sword.]

Lady RANDOLPH.

There is no hope!

And we must part! the hand of death is on thee!

O my beloved child! O DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS!

[DOUGLAS growing more and more faint.]

DOUGLAS.

Too soon we part: I have not long been DOUGLAS.

O destiny! hardly thou dealst with me:

Clouded and hid, a stranger to myself,

In low and poor obscurity I liv'd.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Has heav'n preserv'd thee for an end like this?

DOUGLAS.

O had I fallen as my brave fathers fell,

Turning with fatal arm the tide of battle!

Like them I should have smil'd and welcom'd death.

But thus to perish by a villain's hand!

Cut off from nature's and from glory's course,

Which never mortal was so fond to run.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Hear justice! hear! are these the fruits of virtue?

[DOUGLAS falls.]

DOUGLAS.

Unknown I die; no tongue shall speak of me. —

Some noble spirits, judging by themselves,

May yet conjecture what I might have prov'd,

And think life only wanting to my fame:

But who shall comfort thee?

Lady RANDOLPH.

Despair! despair!

DOUGLAS.

O had it pleas'd high heaven to let me live

A little while! — my eyes that gaze on thee

Grow dim apace! my mother — [Dies.]

Enter Lord RANDOLPH and ANNA.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Thy words, the words of truth, have pierc'd my heart.

I am the stain of knighthood and of arms.

Oh! if my brave deliverer survives

The traitor's sword —

ANNA.

Alas! look there, my lord.

Lord RANDOLPH.

The mother and her son! How curst I am!

Was I the cause? No: I was not the cause.

Yon matchless villain did seduce my soul

To frantic jealousy.

ANNA.

My lady lives:

The agony of grief hath but supprest

Awhile her powers.

Lord RANDOLPH.

But my deliverer's dead!

The world did once esteem Lord RANDOLPH well.

Sincere of heart, for spotless honour fam'd:

And, in my early days, glory I gain'd

Beneath the holy banner of the cross.

Now past the noon of life, shame comes upon me;

Reproach, and infamy, and public hate,

Are near at hand: for all mankind will think

That RANDOLPH basely stab'd Sir MALCOLM's heir.

Lady RANDOLPH recovering.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Where am I now? still in this wretched world!

Grief cannot break a heart so hard as mine.

My youth was worn in anguish: but youth's strength,

With hope's assistance, bore the brunt of sorrow;

And train'd me on to be the object now,

On which omnipotence displays itself,

Making a spectacle, a tale of me,

To awe it's vassal, man.

Lord RANDOLPH.

O misery!

Amidst thy raging grief I must proclaim

My innocence.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Thy innocence!

Lord RANDOLPH.

My guilt

Is innocence, compared with what thou think'st it.

Lady RANDOLPH.

Of thee I think not: what have I to do

With thee, or any thing? My son! my son!

My beautiful! my brave! how proud was I

Of thee, and of thy valour! My fond heart

O'erflow'd this day with transport, when I thought

Of growing old amidst a race of thine,

Who might make up to me their father's childhood,

And bear my brother's and my husband's name:

Now all my hopes are dead! A little while

Was I a wife! a mother not so long!

What am I now? — I know. — But I shall be

That only whilst I please; for such a son

And such a husband make a woman bold.

Runs out.

Lord RANDOLPH.

Follow her, ANNA: I myself would follow,

But in this rage she must abhor my presence.

Exit ANNA.

Enter Old NORVAL.

NORVAL.

I heard the voice of woe; heaven guard my child!

Lord RANDOLPH.

Already is the idle gaping croud,

The spiteful vulgar, come to gaze on RANDOLPH.

Begone.

NORVAL.

I fear thee not. I will not go.

Here I'll remain. I'm an accomplice, Lord,

With thee in murder. Yes, my sins did help

To crush down to the ground this lovely plant.

O noblest youth that ever yet was born!

Sweetest and best, gentlest and bravest spirit,

That ever bless'd the world! Wretch that I am,

Who saw that noble spirit swell and rise

Above the narrow limits that confin'd it!

Yet never was by all thy virtues won

To do thee justice, and reveal the secret,

Which timely known, had rais'd thee far above

The villain's snare. Oh! I am punish'd now!

These are the hairs that should have strew'd the ground,

And not the locks of DOUGLAS.

Tears his hair, and throws himself upon the ground.

Lord RANDOLPH.

I know thee now: thy boldness I forgive:

My crest is fallen. For thee I will appoint

A place of rest, if grief will let thee rest.

I will reward, altho' I cannot punish.

Curst, curst GLENALVON, he escap'd too well,

Tho' slain and baffled by the hand he hated.

Foaming with rage and fury to the last,

Cursing his conqueror, the felon dy'd.

Enter ANNA.

ANNA.

My Lord, my Lord!

Lord RANDOLPH.

Speak: I can hear of horror.

ANNA.

Horror indeed!

Lord RANDOLPH.

MATILDA?

ANNA.

Is no more:

She ran, she flew like light'ning up the hill,

Nor halted till the precipice she gain'd,

Beneath whose low'ring top the river falls

Ingulph'd in rifted rocks: thither she came,

As fearless as the eagle lights upon it,

And headlong down. —

Lord RANDOLPH.

'Twas I! alas! 'twas I

That fill'd her breast with fury; drove her down

The precipice of death! Wretch that I am!

ANNA.

O had you seen her last despairing look!

Upon the brink she stood, and cast her eyes

Down on the deep: then lifting up her head

And her white hands to heaven, seeming to say,

Why am I forc'd to this? She plung'd herself

Into the empty air.

Lord RANDOLPH.

I will not vent,

In vain complaints, the passion of my soul.

Peace in this world I never can enjoy.

These wounds the gratitude of RANDOLPH gave.

They speak aloud, and with the voice of fate

Denounce my doom. I am resolv'd. I'll go

Straight to the battle, where the man that makes

Me turn aside must threaten worse than death.

Thou, faithful to thy mistress, take this ring,

Full warrant of my power. Let every rite

With cost and pomp upon their funerals wait:

For RANDOLPH hopes he never shall return.

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Mr. BARRY.

AN Epilogue I ask'd; but not one word

Our bard will write. He vows 'tis most absurd

With comick wit to contradict the strain

Of tragedy, and make your sorrows vain.

Sadly he says, that pity is the best,

And noblest passion of the human breast:

For when its sacred streams the heart o'er-flow,

In gushes pleasure with the tide of woe;

And when its waves retire, like those of Nile,

They leave behind them such a golden soil,

That there the virtues without culture grow,

There the sweet blossoms of affection blow.

These were his words; void of delusive art

I felt them; for he spoke them from his heart.

Nor will I now attempt, with witty folly,

To chace away celestial melancholy.

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Douglas: a tragedy. As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden.

Home, John, 1722-1808.

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— Douglas: a tragedy. As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden., Home, John, 1722-1808.. [8],70,[2]p. ; 8⁰. London :: printed for A. Millar,. 1757.. [Anonymous. By John Home.] [With a half-title and epilogue.] [The titlepage ornament is rectangular in shape and has a basket of flowers in a foliage framework.] [Reproduction of original from the British Library.] [English Short Title Catalog, ESTCT34870.] [Electronic data. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Thomson Gale, 2003. Page image (PNG). Digitized image of the microfilm version produced in Woodbridge, CT by Research Publications, 1982-2002 (later known as Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of the Gale Group).]

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