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hei leit plenty-l looked cast, west, vorth, and Rub. No more. Strike!
south, and saw neither Lold nor ocph, sheilanor
shelter: so I o'en pulled the bonnet o'er my brow,

(durch. The HIGHLANDERS file (!?rouin buckled the broad-sword to my side, took to the

the mouth of the cure, RBERT cand 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 march. of way poor bairns I have thought, and the thought

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

him will cordiality and regret, and excu Fraicis. Might they nou, with som assistance,

tiui'ough the cuve. find an honourable resource in foreign service?

Francis. What a wayward way is mive! 119 If such be your wish, depend on its being gratis father's peace of mind is happily restored lus fico.

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

RASHLEIGIL OSALDISTONE apparr: at ! could not hare believed that mortal man would

hack of the care, and seeing TRINCIS coilieiter agaiu hare seen a tear in diacGregor's eye. Well

himself. speak of this hereafter - we'll taik of it to Ilelen but I cannoi weil spare my boss yet. The heather

What noise ? Surely I heard----, they lia e le iep Cre. Pranciš. Heatcr cn fire? I do not understand | Wijnanders.) Tucy are passiаg trio Loch--

me. (The boats are seen passing th: Loch im Bi tité Foil

see them ro morc. Rub. Tashleigh has set the torch-let them that cau pervert the Dze. (bagpipes without) Ah!

Enter SIR FREDERICK and DIANA VERSOY, they come they all's well. Brincis. I comprchiced.

Greatly alarmie!

Dima. Gone! MacGregor-Helen-our friends HELEN and the JIIGILANDERS enter', TIAMISII and ROBERT üreeting iheir moreilit iits.


Sir F. Embarked already! Tien my course is

enkled. Pob. ITave you seen Diana and Sir Frederick on

Francis. Amazement! Diana Vernon anil

Diana. father-her Jlelen. I have. Stranger, you came to our un

nhappy, her wretch1

father. Oh, Frank! we are beset by enemies on. 1:appy coantry when our bloods were chafeil, and every side-the only path by which we could escuro 0:1 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 110on 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 childrenllelan. I understand but no, no, this is not the

with danger, and prepared to meet it.

kash. (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 futher.) the country with them.

Rush. Ah, I come to repay the various obligatious llelen. Quit the laud of my sires-never! Wild as we live, and hopeless, the world has not a scene Soldiers, who enter.)

conferred on me by my friends. (He beckons in that could console me for the loss of these rude Vereon, an attainted traitor-Diana Vernon, ani!

Apprehend Sir Fretleriek rocks and glens, where the remembrance of our Francis Osbaldisione, aiders and abettors of vrougs is erer sweetened by the recollection of our

trcason! rerere. irris. MacGregor?

Francis. Rashleigh, thou art too great a villain for

words to speak thee. Rob. Sło says truly-'twas a vain project. We

Relit. I can forgive your spleen, ny gentle cousin cannot follow them- we cannot part with the last

--it is hard to lose an estate and a mistress in one ties that render lifo endurable. Were ! to lose sight night. Take charge of your prisoners. If my couof my n:rtive bilis, my heart would sink, and my duct displeases you, lady, you may thank your ain would shrink like fern i' the wiuter's frost. minion tiere. No, Helen, no - the heather we have trode on

Francis. I never gavo you cause. while living, shall sweetly bloom over us wlica

Rasi. 'Tis false: In love, in ambition, in the dead

patis of interest, you have crossed and blighier

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

disgrace my very patrimony has been yours- but France. I grieve that my opportunity of serving if you ever lire to possess it, the death curse of him those who have so greatly betrionded me is incom

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

R 1. (rithout) Gregarach! Rob. Farewell, the best wish MacGregor can give his friend is, that he may see him no

Rush. (starts) Al! more.

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

Rash. Never! Francis. Forget? Impossible!

(Standing on his guard.) Tielen. All may be forgotten, but the sense of dishonour, and the desire of vengeance.

Roj. Claymore, then! (Short and rapid combu.

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.

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

Rob Roy MacGregor, 0! Francis. Mr. Jarvie! I thought you were on the

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

Rob Roy MacGregor, 0! Bailie. I thought sae too; but, troth, the brandy

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

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

Maki 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-(sies Ilelen.)-My Francis. Long the State has doom'd his fi' conscience!

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

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

Ne'er from Britain's foes they flee whence 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-Chorug.

Let your hands, d'c. 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 contrm

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

Favours I will ne'er resignthe 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 cnyied. Believe me, I could freely die to do it.
Ilow does the lustre of our father's actions,

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

friends! Broak 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, Ilis suff'rings shine, and spread a glory round The sport of passions. - Put. Sempronius comes: hin:

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

me. or lonour, virtue, liberty, and Rome.

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

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

Sem. Conspiracies po sooner should be form'd That courts the yoko, and bows the neck to Than execuied. (usidle.) What means Porcius Cesar?

here? Pent up in Ulica, he rainly forms

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

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

Good morrow,


cinA feeble army and an empty senate,

brace, Tiemnants of mighty bartles fought in rain.

Onco wore embrace, whilst yet we both are Iy 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

sbip, Would almost tempt us to l'onounce 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 has 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 to. Our understanding traces them in vain;

gether Lost and bewilderd in the fruitless search,

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

If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent
Blar. 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 grief 3

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

Sem. Not all the pomp and majesty of Rome Passion cnpitied and succeeslegs lovo

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

Sonce: My other griefs. Were but my Lucia kind, - His virtues render her assembly awful; Por. (Aside.). Thou seest not that my brother is They sirike with something like religious fear, thy riral:

And make even Casal tremble at the head Put I must hide it; for I know thy temper:

Of armies flush'd with conquest.

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

cius! Put forth thy utmost strength, work every 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 Dature 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 tale, Thou might'st as well court the pale trembliog Instead of healing, but upbraids my weak

vestal, ness.

When sho beholds the holy flame expiring. Love is pot 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 inelis-

Thy father's mcrit sets thee up to view,
Por. Behold young Jubil, 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 fonduess Lurns within

culous, hin:

Por. Well dost thou seem to check my lingerivg 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 show 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, shev

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. O Marcus! did I know the way to


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




Is well dispos'd to mischief.

This licadstrong youth, and make him spurn as Cato has us'd me ill: he has rofus'd

Cato. His daughter Marcia to my ardent vows:

The time is short; Cæsar comes rushing on us ;Besides, his bafiled arms and ruin'd 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 frien:ls, will raise me

Juba. Syphax, I joy to meet thee thus alone. To Rome's first honours. If I give up Cato,

I have observ'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,

or carry smiles and sonshine in my face, And find them ripe for a revolt: they all

When discontent sits heavy at my heart; Complain aloud of Cato's discipline,

I have not yet so much the Roman in me. And wait but the command to change their

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? Even whilst we speak, our conqueror comes

Dost thou not see mankind fall down beforo on, And gather's ground upor us erery moment.

And own the force of their superior virtuo ? But tell me, bast thou yet drawn o'cr young

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

people up That still would recommend thee more to Cæsar,

Abore 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 swister to its mark, He's lost, Sempronius; all his thoughts are

Launch'd from the vigour of a Roman arm ? full

Who, like our active African, instructs Or Cato's virtues. But I'll try once more,

Tho tiery 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, Cy Of faith, of honour, and I know not what, That have corrupted bis Numidian temper,


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

Juba. These all virtues of a nieaner Sem Be sure to press upon him every mo

rank, tive:

Perfections thatare 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, Sempronius, tüat 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: 'iis 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 beliariour, And mouth at Cæsar, till I shake the senate.

Thatrender men thus tractable and tamme? Your cold lypocrisy'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? earnest,

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 desigual Supl. In troth, thou'rt able to instruct grey

Us? bairs,

Juba. To striko tuce 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 Ronan soldiers,

The Roman virtues lift up mortal man : Inflame the mutiny, a' d, underhand,

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

ease, Unlook'd for, and discharge themselves on Cato.

Ho strives with thirst and hurger, toil and Remo er, Sypl We must work in haste.

heat; O think, what anxious moments pass between

And, when his fortune sets before liim all The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods;

The pomps and pleasures that our souls can It is a dreadful interval of time,

wish, Fill'd up with horror all, and big with deåth;

His rigid virtue will accept of none. Destruction hangs on every word we speak,

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,

(Exi'. But better practises these boasted virtues: Syph. I'll try if yet I can reduce to reason Coarse arc his meals, the forture of the chase;


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