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I am the stain of knighthood and of arms.
700 Anna. Alas! look there, my lord.
Lord R. The mother and her son! How curst I am!
Anna. My lady lives :
Lord R. 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, 6. Are near at hand : for all mankind will think “ That Randolph basely stabb'd Sir Malcolm's heir." Lady R. [Recovering.] 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."'s
Lord R. Oh, misery!
Amidst thy raging grief I must proclainn
Lady R. Thy innocence !
Lord R. My guilt
Lady R. Of thee I think not : what have I to do
That only whilst I please ; for such a son
Lord R. Follow her, Anna: I myself would follow, But in this rage she must abhor my presence.
my child !
Old Nor. I fear thee not. I will not go.
With thee in murder. Yes, my sins did help
To crush down to the ground this lovely plant. Oh, noblest youth that ever yet was born! Sweetest and best, gentlest and bravest spirit, That ever blest the world! Wretch that I am, Who saw that noble spirit swell and rise Above the narrow limits that confind 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 body of
Douglas. Lord R. 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. Cursd, curs'd Glenalvon, he escap'd too well, 770 Tho' slain and baffled by the hand he hated. Foaming with rage and fury to the last, Cursing his conqueror, the felon died.
Anna. Is no more :
Lord R. 'Twas I alas ! 'twas I
Anna. Oh, had you seen her last despairing look!
Lord R. 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 resolvd. I'll go Straight to the battle, where the man that makes 800 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. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE.
AN Epilogue I ask'd ; but not one word