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Of praise pertaining to the great in arms.
deeds Have rank'd you with the great. But mark me,
Norval; Lord Randolph's favour now exalts your youth Above his veterans of famous service. Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you. Give them all honour: seem not to command ; Else they will scarcely brook your late sprung power, Which nor alliance props, nor birth adorns.
Nor. Sir, I have been accustomed all my days
Glen. I did not niean
Nor. My pride!
Glen.' Suppress it, as you wish to prosper.
Nor. A shepherd's scorn!
To bend on soldiers these disdainful eyes,
[Aside. Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self?
Glen. Ha! dost thou threaten me?
Glen. Unwillingly I did; a nobler foe
Nor. Whom dost thou think me?
Nor. So I am
Glen. A peasant's son, a wandering beggar-boy; At best no more, even if he speaks the truth.
Nor. False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth?
Glen. Thy truth ! thou’rt all a lie: and false as hell Is the vain-glorious tale thou told'st to Randolph.
Nor. If I were chain'd, unarm’d, and bed-rid old, Perhaps I should revile ; but as I am, I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval Is of a race who strive not but with deeds. Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valour, And make thee sink too soon beneath my sword, I'd tell thee-what thou art. I know thee well. Glen. Dost thou not know Glenalvon, born to com
Nor. Villain, no more!
But Heav'n accelerates its vengeance on thee.
Enter Lord RANDOLPH.
stirs Makes me his foe.
Nor. Another voice than thine That threat had vainiy sounded, noble Randolph. Glen. Hear him, my Lord; he's wond'rous conde
scending! Mark the humility of shepherd Norval ! Nor. Now you may scoff in safety.
[Sheaths his Sword. Lord R. Speak not thus, Taunting each other; but unfold to me The cause of quarrel, then I judge betwixt you.
Nor. Nay, my good Lord, tho' I revere you mucli, My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment. I blush to speak; I will not, cannot speak Th’ opprobrious words that I from him have borne. To the liege-lord of my dear native land I owe a subject's homage: but ev’n him And his high arbitration I'd reject. Within my bosom reigns another lord; Honour, sofe judge, and umpire of itself. If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph, Revoke your favours, and let Norval go Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonour'd.
Lord R. Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice: The ancient foc of Caledonia's land
Now waves his banners o'er her frighted fields.
Glen. I agree to this.
Ser. The banquet waits.
(Exit with Servant.
Nor. Think not so lightly, Sir, of my resentment. When we contend again, our strife is mortal. [Exeunt.
ACT V. SCENE I.
Thro’skies where I could count each little star.
Enter Old NORVAL.
hence ? His just reproach I fear.
[Douglas turns aside and sees him. Forgive, forgive, Canst thou forgive the man, the selfish man, Who bred Sir Malcolm's heir, a shepherd's son?
Doug. Kneel not to me; thou art my father still: Thy wish’d-for presence now completes my joy. Welcome to me; my fortunes thou shalt share, And ever honour'd with thy Douglas live.
Old Nor. And dost thou call me father; Oh, my son! I think that I could die, to make amends For the great wrong I did thee. 'Twas my
crime Which in the wilderness so long conceal’d The blossom of thy youth.
480 Doug. Not worse the fruit, That in the wilderness the blossom blow'd. Amongst the shepherds, in the humble cot, I learn'd some lessons, which I'll not forget When I inhabit yonder lofty towers.