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c!v R. If time to come .d prove as ineffectual, yet, my lord, 1 cans't not blame me. When our Scottish
youth with each other for my luckless love, besought them, I implor'd them all jassail me with my father's aid, lend their better destiny with mine. - lancholy had congeal'd my blood, Deze affection in my chilly breast. imy Sire, rous'd with the base attempt te me from him, which thou rend'red'st vain, own daughter bow'd his hoary head,
ht me to commiserate his age, vw'd he should not, could not die in peace,
he saw me wedded, and secur'd violence and outrage. Then, my
lord! extreme distress I call’d on thee, I bespake, profess'd my strong desire d a single, solitary life, *g'd thy Nobleness, not to demand r a wife whose heart was dead to love. ou persisted'st after this, thou know'st, :'1st confess that I am not unjust, pre to thee than to myself injurious. R. That I confess; yet ever must regret of I cannot cure." Would thou wert not :of grief and tenderness alone, i’st a spark of other passions in thee, will ger, vanity, the
“ Of admiration, dear to woman-kind; “ These might contend with, and allay thy grief, “ As meeting tides and currents smooth our firth.
“ Lady R. To such a cause the human mind oft
“ Its transient calm, a calm I envy not.”
fathers : Implacable resentment was their crime,
81 And grievous has the expiation been. Contending with the Douglas, gallant lives Of either house were lost; my ancestors Compellid, at last, to leave their ancient seat On Tiviot's pleasant banks; and now, of them No heir is left. Had they not been so stern, I had not been the last of all my race. Lord R. Thy grief wrests to its purposes my
words. I never ask'd of thee that ardent love Which in the breasts of fancy's children burns. Decent affection and complacent kindness Were all I wish'd for; but I wish'd in vain. Hence with the less regret my eyes behold The storm of war that gathers o'er this land : If I should perish by the Danish sword, Matilda would not shed one tear the more.
Lady R. Thou dost not think so: woeful as I am,
I love thy merit, and esteem thy virtues.
Lord R. Straight to the camp,
Lady R. O, may adverse winds,
peace and safety to his pleasant home!
Lady R. “War I detest: but war with foreign foes, “ Whose manners, language, and whose looks are
strange, “ Is not so horrid, nor to me so hateful, “ As that which with our neighbours oft we wage. “ A river here, there an ideal line, “ By fancy drawn, divide the sister kingdoms. “ On each side dwells a people similar, “ As twins are to each other; valiant both; “ Both for their valour famous thro' the world. " Yet will they not unite their kindred arms, “ And, if they must have war, wage distant war,
“ But with each other fight in cruel conflict. “ Gallant in strife, and noble in their ire, “ The battle is their pastime. They go forth “ Gay in the morning, as to summer sport; “ When ev’ning comes, the glory of the morn, “ The youthful warrior is a clod of clay. “ Thus fall the prime of either hapless land; « And such the fruit of Scotch and English wars.
“ Lord R. I'll hear no more: this melody would make “ A soldier drop his sword, and doff his arms, “Sit down and weep the conquests he has made ; “ Yea, (like a monk), sing rest and peace in heav'n " To souls of warriors in his battles slain." Lady, farewel: I leave thee not alone; Yonder comes one whose love makes duty light.
Lady R. So to lose my hours
Anna. To blame thee, lady, suits not with my state:
Lady R. Oh!
Anna. Have I distress'd you with officious love,
240 Lady R. What power directed thy unconscious
tongue To speak as thou hast done? to name
Anna. I know not :
Lady R. No, thou shalt not be silent.
260 Anna. Oh! Lady most rever'd!