This night a DOUGLAS your protection claims; And grant your suppliant all she begs, a tear. PROLOGUE. SPOKEN AT EDINBURGH. IN days of classic fame, when Persia's Lord Such proud pre-eminence not valour gave, (For who than Sparta's dauntless sons more brave?) But learning, and the love of every art, That virgin Pallas and the Muse impart. The Tragic Muse each glorious record kept, To you I need not praise the Tragic Queen: * See the PERSAI of schylus. He comes, This night our scenes no common tear demand, A DOUGLAS follow'd thro' the bloody strife; Mark if the author's kindred feelings fail; The Court of a Castle, surrounded with Woods. Enter Lady RANDOLPH. Lady Randolph. YE woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom C |