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her leit plenty-[ looked fast, west, worth, and Rub. No more. Strike!
south, and saw neither hold nor ocph, she nor
shelter: so I o'en pulled the bonnet o'er my brow,

(March. —The HIGHLANDERS file through buckled the broad-sword to my side, took to the

the mouth of the care, ROBERT and inountain and the glen, and became a broken man.

HAMISH stretch forth their hands to But why do I speak of this ? 'Tis of my children,

FRANCIS as they pass in the marck. -of may poor bairns I have thought, and the thought

HELEN and ROB ROY each take leave of will not leave me.

him with cordiality and regret, and excu Francis. Might they not, with som assistance,

through the cave. find an honourable resource in foreign service?

Francis. What a wayward way is mive! Ty If such he your wish, depend on its being grati- rather's peace of mind is happily restored lil's fied.

2:05. (Stretching one hand to him and passing the wine, with Diana, is lost for ever. other across his eye.) I thank you, I thank you. I

RASHLEIGII OSBALDISTONE appars at !! could not have believed that mortal man would

hack of the cure, and 8tcing TRINCIS conceito agaiu have seen a tear iu dacGregor's eye. Well

himscil. speak of this hereafter - we'll talk of it to IIelenbut I ranuoi woll spare my bog's yet. The heather What noise? Sarely I heard--No, they la e leit Rep fre.

me. (The boats are seen passing the Loch 117 h the Francis. Heather on fire? I do not understand

Highlanders.) Tucy are passing tio Loch- huil Foil

see them no moro. Rub. Tashleigh has set the torch-let them that cau pervert the blaze. (bagpipes without) Ah! Enter SIR FREDERICK and DIANA VERNOY, they come--thep all is well. Francis. I comprcheed.

Greatly alarmiech.

Dira. Gone! MacGregor-Helen-our friends HELEN and the HIGHLANDERS enter, ITATIISII

gone! and ROBERT üicting their morenients.

Sir F. Embarked already! Tien my course is

en led. Pob. Flave you seen Diana and Sir Frederiek on

Francis. Amazement! Diana Vernon anil th.cir way.

Diana. Her father-her unhappy, her wretch:{ llelen. I have. Stranger, you came to our un; father. Oh, Frank! we are veset by enemies on happy country when our bloods were chafeil, and every side-the only path by which we could escuro our hands were red. Excuse the rudeness that gave is guarded. so rough a welcome, and liy it ou the evil times,

Francis. No danger shall befall you here. not upon us.

Sir F. Do not involve yourself in my fate-proRob. Helen, our friend has spoken kiadly, and

tect my child, but leave me to suffer. I am familiar proffered nobly-our boys, our childrenllelen. I understand but no, no, this is not the

with danger, and prepared to meet it.

t'ash. (Advances.) Meet it then, here! time - besides, I no, no, I will not -- cannot part

All. Rashleigh! from them. Francis. Your separation is not required-leave

(Diana turns from him to her füther.) the country with them.

Rash. Ah, I come to repay the various obligations llelen. Quit the land of my sires-never! Wild conferred on me by my friends. (Ile beckons 12 as we live, and hopeless, the world has not a scene

Soldiers, who enter.) that could console me for the loss of these rude Vercon, an attainted traitor-Diana Vernon, ani!

Apprehend Sir Frederick rocks and glens, where the remembrance of our Francis Osbaldistone, aiders and abettors of wrongs is ever sweetened by the recollection of our

trcason! rerenze.

Francis. Rashleigh, thou art too great a villain for Francis. MacGregor ?

We Rob. She says truly-'twas a vain project.

words to speak thee. cannot follow them- we cannot part with the last - it is hard to lose an estate and á mistress in one

Rui. I can forgive your spleen, my gentle cousin ties that render life endurable. Were ! to lose sight night. Take charge of your prisoners. If my conof my n:tive hailis, my heart would sink, and my duct displeases you, lady, you may thank your atin would shrink like fern i' the winter's frost.

minion there. No, Helen, no — the heather we have trode on

Francis. I never gave you cause. whilo living, shall sweetly bloom over us when

Rash. 'Tis false. In love, in ambition, in the dead

patis of interest, you have crossed and blighied

mo at every turn. I was born to be the honour of (Helen throws herself into his arms.) my father's house-I have been its destruction and

disgrace my very patrimony has been yours—but Franci. I grieve that my opportunity of sorring if you ever lire to possess it, the death curse of him those who have so greatly befriended me is iucom

you have thus injured shall stick to it. atible with their prospects and desires.

Rb. (without) Gregarach! Rob. Farewell the best wish MacGregor can

Rush. (starts) Al! give his friend is, that he may see him no more.

ROB ROY darts in and confronts RASHLEIGU.Helen. A mother's blessing, for the only kindness HIGHLANDERS, led by DOUGAL, appear at the slown for years to the blood of MacGregor, be mouth of the care, and overpower the SOLDIERS. upon you. Now, farewell--forget me and mine for Rob. Now ask for mercy for your soul's sake. ever.

Rash. Never! Francis. Forget? Impossible!

(S!anding on his guard.) lielen. All may be forgotten, but the sense of dishonour, and the desire of vengeance.

Roi. Claymore, then! (Short and rapid combut.

Rashleigh falls, and is caught by Dougal.) Die, traitor. we may not share in it. If, in such moments, you in your treason!

ever think upon MacGregor, think kindly of him; (Rashleigh is carried off by Dougal.) and when you cast a look towards poor old ScotHighland march. Enter HELEN MACGREGOR, | land, do not forget Rob Roy. and the Clan, male and female. BAILIE runs on

FINALE.-Air,-"Duncan Gray cam' here to confused.

W00. Bailie. My conscience! what's here to do? I Chorus. Pardon now the bold Outlar, fear I've lost my way.

Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Francis. Mr. Jarvie! I thought you were on the

Grant him mercy, gentles a', road to Glasgow.

Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Bailie. I thought sae too; but, troth, the brandy

Let your hands and hearts agree, has deceived me. My conscience! to think o' a

Set the Highland Laddie free; magistrate losing his head, and losing his horse

Mak' us sing wi' muckle glee, too! A little man, ca'd Jobson, dismounted me

Rob Roy MacGregor, 0! just now in a trice and gallop'd aff, as though my cousin Helen hersel' was at his—(sces Helen.)-My Francis. Long the State has doom'd his fiil conscience!

Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Sir F. Brave Highlander! you have saved more

Still he spurn'd the hatefu' lau, than my life-you bare preserved my honour.

Rob Roy MacGregor, 0! You, young man, (to Francis) have proved yourself

Sculs can for their country die, worthy of my child, and to you 1 give her. But

Ne'er from Britain's foes they fleewhence this unexpected aid ? I surely saw the

A' that's past forget, forgie, boats depart. (To Rob.)

Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Rob. With half my band, no more. Dougal over-Chorus.

Let your hands, dic. heard, and fortunately apprised me of Rashleigh's intentions, and I kept up the appearance which de- Diana. Scotland's fear, and Scctland's pride, coyed the villain to his own spare.

Bob Roy MacGregor, 0! Helen. By Sir Frederick Vernon's means, your

Your award must now abide, father's house has been preserved ; that considera

Rob Roy MacGre.or, O tion must induce his honourable mind to contirm

Long your favonrs hae beer mine, the gift you prize, and endeavour to obtain from

Favours I will ne'er resign the government a remission of the law in favour of

Welcome then, for auld lang syne, a noble enemy.

Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Roo. We shall rejoice in your happiness, though Chorus.

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Ye gods, what havock does ambition mako

Among your works!
SCENE I.-A llall in the Palace.

Mar. Thy steady temper, Porcius.

Can look on guilt, rel ellion, fraud, and Caser,

In the calm lights of mild philosophy:
Per. The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, I'm tortur'd, even to madness, when I think
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,

On the proud victor: every time he's nani'll,
T'he great, the important day, big with the fate Pharsalia rises to my view; I see
Or Cato and of Rome. Our father's death

The insulting tyrant prancing o'er the field
Would fill up all the guilt of civil war,

Strew'd with Rome's citizens, and drenchci in And c'ose the scene of blood. Already Caesar

slaughter. Has ravag'd more than half the globe, and O Porcius, is there not some chosen curse, sees

Some hidden thunder in the stores of beaven, Mankind grown thin by his destructive sword: Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man Should be go further, numbers would be want. Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin? ing

Por. Believe me, Marcus, 'tis an impious greatTo form new battles, and support his crimes,



And mix'd with too much horror to be envied. Believe me, I could freely die to do it.
Ilow does the lustre of our father's actious,

Mar. Thou best of brothers, and thou best of Through the dark cloud of ills that cover bim,

friends! Break out, and burn with more triumphant bright- Pardon a weak, distemper'd soul, that swells ness!

With sudden gusts, and sinks as soon in calins, His suff'rings shine, and spread a glory round The sport of passions. - Put. Semprouius comes: hin:

lle must not find this softness hanging on Greatly unfortunate, he fights the cause

me. Of lionour, virtue, liberty, and Rome.

[Erit Mar. Who knows not this? But what can Catɔ do

Enter SEMPRONIUS. Agninst a world, a base, degenerate world,

Sem. Conspiracies no sooner should be form'd That courts the yoko, and bows the neck to Than execuied. (A side.) What means Porcius Cæsar?

here? Pent up in Utica, he vainly forms

I like not that cold youth. I must dissemile, A poor epitome of Roman greatness,

And speak a language foreign to niy heart. And cover'd with Numidian guards, directs

Good morrow, Porcius! Let us

einA feeble army and an empty senate,

brace, Lemnants of mighty battles fought in rain.

Onco wore embrace, whilst yet we both are Dy heavers! such virtues, joined with such suc

free: cess,

To-morrow, should we thus express our friend. Distract my very soul: our father's fortune

ship, Would almost tempt us to renounce his pre- Fach might receive a slave into his arms. cepts.

This sun, perhaps, this mornicz's sun's the l'ar. Remember what our father oft lias told

last us;

That e'er shall rise on Roman liberty. The ways of heaven are dark and intricate;

Por. My father has this morning call'd toOur understanding traces them in vain;

gether Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless ses rch,

Ilis little Roman senate,
Nor seee with how much at the windings run, The leavings of Pharsalia.-to consult
Nor where the regular confusion enr's.

If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent
Afar. These are suggestions of a mind at ease : That bears down Rome and all her gods before
O Porcius, didst thou taste but half the griefs

it; That wring my soul, thou couldst not talk thus Or must, at length, give up the world to Cassir. calmly.

Sem. Not all the pomp and majosty of Rome Passion cnpitied and successless love

Can raise her senate more than Cato's prcPlant daggers in my heart, and aggravate

sexce: My other griefs. Were but by Lucia kind, - His virtues render her assenibly awful; Por. (Aside.).

Thou seest not that thy brother is They sirike with something like religious fear, thy riral:

And make eren Casai tremble at the head Put I must hide it; for I know thy temper. -- Of armies fush'd with conquest.

O my Por Now, Marcus, now thy virtue's on the proof:

cius! Put 'forth thiyutmost strength, workerery Could I but call that wondrous man my father, nerve,

Would but thy sister Marcia be propitious And call up all thy father in thy soul:

To thy friend's vows, I might be bless'd inTo quell the tyrant love, and guard thy heart

deed. On this weak side, where most our turd Por. Alas! Sempronius, wouldst thou talk of fails,

loro Would be a conquest worthy Cato's son.

To Marcia, whilst her father's life's in danger? Mar. Alas! the counsel which I cannot tako, Thou might'st as well court the pale trembling Instead of healing, but upbraids my weak

vestal, ness.

When sho beholds the holy flame expiring. Love is not to be reason'd down, or lost

Sem. The more I see the wonders of thy race, In high ambition, and a thirst of greatness! The more I'm charm'd. Thou must take heed, my 'Tis second life, that grows into the soul,

Warms every vein, and beats in every pulse: The world has all its eyes on Cato's son:
I feel it here: my resolution melts-

Thy father's merit sets thee up to view,
Por. Behold young Juba, the Numidian prince : And shows thce in the fairest point of light,
He loves our sister Marcia, greatly loves her: To make thy virtues, or thy faults conspi-
But still the smother'd fondness burns within

cuous. him:

Por. Well dost thou seem to check my lingering The sense of honour and desire of fame

here Drive the big passion back into his heart.

On this important hour. I'll straight away, What! shall an African, shall Juba's heir,

To animate the soldiers' drooping courage Reproach great Cato's son, and shew the world With love of freedom, and contempt of life, A virtue wanting in a Roman soul?

And try to rouse up all that's Roman in Mar. No more, no more! your words leave stings

'em. bebind 'em.

Tis not in mortals to command success; Whene'er did Juba, or did Porcius, shew

But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it. A virtue that has cast me at a distance,

[Erit And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour! Sem. Curse on the stripling! How he apes his Por. 0 Marcus! did I know the way to

sire: ease

Ambitiously sententious!-But I wonder, Thy troubled heart, and o it gate thy pains Old Syphax comes not; his Numidian genius

Is well dispos'd to mischief.

This headstrong youth, and make him spura as Cato has us'd me ill: he has refus'd

Cato. His daughter Marcia to my ardent vows:

The time is short; Cæsar comes rushing on us ;Besides, his bafilled arms and ruind cause

But hold!-young Juba sees me, and approaches. Are bars to my ambition. Casar's favour,

Enter JUBA. That showers down greatness on his friends, will raise me

Juba. Syphax, I joy to meet thee thus alonc. To Rome's first honours. If I give up Cato, I have obsery'd of late thy looks are fallen, I claim in my reward his captive daughter, O'ercast with gloomy cares and discontent: Syphax comes.

Then tell me, Sypbax, I conjure thee, tell me,

What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in Enter SYPHAX.


And turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince? Syph. Sempronius, all is ready; I've sounded my Numidians, man by man,

Syph. 'Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts,

Nor carry smiles and sonshine in my face,
Aud find them ripe for a revolt: they all

When discontent sits heavy at my heart;
Complain aloud of Cato's discipline,
And wait but the command to change their I have not yet so much the Roman in me.

Juba. Why dost thou cast out such ungenerous master.

terms S-m. Believe me, Syphax, there's no time to

Against these wondrous sovereigns of the waste,

world? Eren whilst we speak, our conqueror comes Dost thou not see mankind fall down beforo on,

'em, And gathers ground upor us every moment.

And own the force of their superior virtue ? But tell me, hast thou yet drawn o'er young

Syph. Gods! Where's the worth that sets this Juba ?

people up That still would recommend thee more to Cæsar,

Above your own Numidia's tawny sons ? And challenge better terms.

Do they with tougher sinews bend the bow? Syph. Alas! he's lost,

Or flies the javelin swifter to its mark, He's lost, Sempronius; all his thoughts are

Launch'd from the vigour of a Roman arm? full of Cato's virtues. But I'll try once more,

Who, like our active African, instructs

The fiery steed, and trains him to his hand ? For every instant I expect him here.

Or guides in troops the embattled elephant, If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles

Loaden with war ? These, these are arts, Dy of faith, of honour, and I know not what,

prince, That have corrupted his Numidian temper,

in which your Zama does not stoop to Rome. And struck the infection into all his soul.

Juba. These all are virtues of

nieaner Sem "Be sure to press upon him every mo

rank, tiye:

Perfections thatere placed in bones and nerves: Jaba's surrender, since his father's death,

A Roman soul is bent on higher views. Would give up Afric into Cæsar's hands,

To make man mild and sociable to man, And make him lord of half the burning zone. To cultivate the wild, licentious savage, Syph. But is it true, Sompronius, that your se

With wisdom, discipline, and liberal arts, pate

The embellishments of life; virtues like these Is call'd together? Gods, thou must be cautious:

Mako human nature shine, reform the soul, Cato has piercing eyes, and will discern

And break our fierce barbarians into men. Our frauds, unless they're covered thick with art.

Syph. Patience, kind heavens! Excuse an old Sem. Let me alone, good Syphax: l'll conceal,

man's warmth: My thoughts in passion: 'tis the surest way:

What are these wondrous civilizing arts, I'll bellow out for Rome and for my country,

This Roman polish, and this smooth behaviour, And mouth at Cæsar, till I shake the senate.

Thatrender men thus tractable and tame? Your cold bypocrisy's a stale device,

Are they not only to disguise our passions, A worn-out trick: would'st thou be thought in

To set our looks at variance with our thoughts? earnost,

In short, to change us into other crcatures Clothe thy feign d zeal in rage, in fire, in fury.

Than what our nature and the gods desigu'd Sypl. In troth, thou’rt able to instruct grey

us? bairs,

Juba. To strike thee dumb, turn up thy eyes to And teach the wily African deceit.

Cato! Sem. Once more, be sure to try thy skill on

There may'st thou see to what a gollile Juba.

height Meanwhile. I'll hasten to my Roman soldiers, The Roman virtues lift up mortal man : Iuflame the mutiny, år d, underhand,

Renouncing sleep, and rest, and food, and Blow up their discontents, till they break out,

easc, Unlook'd for, and discharge themselves on Cato. He strives with thirst and burger, toil and Remember, Syphax, we must work in haste.

heat; O think, what anxious moments pass between

And, when his fortune sets before him all
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods;
It is a dreadful interval of time,

The pomps and pleasures that our souls can

wish, Filld up with horror all, and big with death; Destruction hangs on every word we speak,

His rigid virtue will accept of none.

Syph. Believe me, prince, there's not an African On every thought, till the concluding stroke

That traverses our vast Numidian deserts Determines all, and closes our design.

in quest of prey, and lives upon his bow,

(Exil. But better practises these boasted virtues: Syph. I'll try if yet I can reduce to reason Coarse are his mcals, the fortuue of the chase;


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