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My brave deliverer! thou shalt enter now
Lady R. I cannot say: for various affections,
Lord R. 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.
Nor. I know not how to thank you. Rude I am,
In speech and manners: never till this hour
bold To say, that Norval ne'er will shame thy favour.
Lady R. 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 R. 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, 120 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.
Nor. Let us be gone, my lord. · Lord R. [To Lady RANDOLPH.] About the time
that the declining sun
When danger to a soldier's soul endears :
: [Exeunt RANDOLPH and NORVAL. Lady R. His parting words have struck a fatal truth. Oh, Douglas! Douglas! tender was the time When we two parted, ne'er to meet again i 140 How many years of anguish and despair Has Heaven annex'd to those swift-passing hours Of love and fondness. “Then my bosom's Hame " 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 R. 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 reard 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. ,
* Lady R. Delighted, say'st thou > Oh! even there
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 R. 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. re'Tis pleasing to admirel 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 its bud, and spread its silken leaves, “ To catch sweet airs, and odours to bestow; 199 “ Then, by the keen blast nipt, pull in its leaves, “ And, though still living, die to scent and beauty ? “ Emblem of me ; affliction, like a storm, “ Hath kill'd the forward blossom of my heart."
Enter GLENA IVON. Glen. Where is my dearest kinsman, noble Randolph? Lady R.Have you not heard, Glenalvon, of the baseGlen. 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 R. That care becomes a kinsman's love. I have a counsel for Glenalvon's ear. [Exit Anna.
Glen. To him your counsels always are commands. Lady R. I have not found so; thouart known to me. Glen. Known! Lady R. And most certain is my cause of knowledge. Glen. What do you know? By the most blessed cross,, You much amaze me. No created being, Yourself except, durst thus accost Glenalvon. 220 Lady R. Is guilt so bold ? and dost thou make a