Would for a while have won you from your woe. On him intent you gazed, with a look
Much more delighted, than your pensive eye
Has deign'd on other objects to bestow.
Lady R. Delighted, say'st thou? Oh! even there mine eye
Found fuel for my life-consuming sorrow;
I thought, that had the son of Douglas liv'd, He might have been like this young gallant stranger, And pair'd with him in features and in shape. In all endowments, as in years, I deem,
My boy with blooming Norval might have number'd. Whilst thus I mus'd, a spark from fancy fell On my sad heart, and kindled up a fondness For this young stranger wand'ring from his home, And like an orphan cast upon my care.
I will protect thee, said I to myself,
With all my power, and grace with all my favour. Anna. Sure Heav'n will bless so gen'rous a resolve. You must, my noble dame, exert your power: You must awake: devices will be fram'd, And arrows pointed at the breast of Norval.
Lady R. Glenalvon's false and crafty head will work Against a rival in his kinsman's love, If I deter him not; I only can.
Bold as he is, Glenalvon will beware How he pulls down the fabric that I raise. I'll be the artist of young Norval's fortune. "'Tis pleasing to admire! most apt was I "To this affection in my better days;
"Though now I seem to you shrunk up, retir'd "Within the narrow compass of my woe. "Have you not sometimes seen an early flower "Open its bud, and spread its silken leaves, "To catch sweet airs, and odours to bestow; "Then, by the keen blast nipt, pull in its leaves, “And, though still living, die to scent and beauty? "Emblem of me; affliction, like a storm,
"Hath kill'd the forward blossom of my heart."
Glen. Where is my dearest kinsman, noble Randolph? Lady R. Have you not heard, Glenalvon, of the baseGlen. I have; and that the villains may not 'scape, With a strong band I have begirt the wood. 180
If they lurk there, alive they shall be taken, And torture force from them th' important secret, Whether some foe of Randolph hir'd their swords, Or if
Lady R. That care becomes a kinsman's love. I have a counsel for Glenalvon's ear. [Exit Anna. Glen. To him your counsels always are commands. Lady R. I have not found so; thou art known to me. Glen. Known!
Lady R. And most certain is my cause of knowledge. Glen, What do you know? By the most blessed cross, You much amaze me. No created being, Yourself except, durst thus accost Glenalvon. Lady R. Is guilt so bold? and dost thou make a
Of thy pretended meekness? This to me, Who, with a gentleness which duty blames, Have hitherto conceal'd what, if divulg'd,
Would make thee nothing; or, what's worse than that, An outcast beggar, and unpitied too:
For mortals shudder at a crime like thine.
Glen. Thy virtue awes me. First of womankind! Permit me yet to say, that the fond man
Whom love transports beyond strict virtue's bounds, If he is brought by love to misery, In fortune ruin'd, as in mind forlorn, Unpitied cannot be. Pity's the alms Which on such beggars freely is bestow'd; For mortals know that love is still their lord, And o'er their vain resolves advances still: As fire, when kindled by our shepherds, moves Through the dry heath before the fanning wind.
Lady R. Reserve these accents for some other ear. To love's apology I listen not.
Mark thou my words; for it is meet thou shouldst. His brave deliverer Randolph here retains.
Perhaps his presence may not please thee well; But, at thy peril, practise ought against him: Let not thy jealousy attempt to shake
And loosen the good root he has in Randolph'; Whose favourites I know thou hast supplanted. Thou look'st at me, as if thou fain would'st pry Into my heart. 'Tis open as my speech. I give this early caution, and put on The curb, before thy temper breaks away.
The friendless stranger my protection claims: His friend I am, and be not thou his foe.
Glen. Child that I was to start at my own shadow, And be the shallow fool of coward conscience! I am not what I have been; what I should be. The darts of destiny have almost pierc'd My marble heart. Had I one grain of faith In holy legends and religious tales,
I should conclude there was an arm above That fought against me, and malignant turn'd, To catch myself, the subtle snare I set. Why, rape and murder are not simple means! Th' imperfect rape to Randolph gave a spouse; And the intended murder introduc'd
A favourite to hide the sun from me; And worst of all, a rival. Burning hell!
This were thy center, if I thought she loved him! 'Tis certain she contemns me; nay, commands me, And waves the flag of her displeasure o'er me, In his behalf. And shall I thus be brav'd? Curb'd, as she calls it, by dame Chastity ? Infernal fiends, if any fiends there are
More fierce than hate, ambition, and revenge, Rise up, and fill my bosom with your fires "And policy remorseless? Chance may spoil "A single aim; but perseverance must "Prosper at last. For chance and fate are words: "Persistive-wisdom is the fate of man."
Darkly a project peers upon my mind, Like the red moon when rising in the east,
Cross'd and divided by strange-colour'd clouds. I'll seek the slave who came with Norval hither, And for his cowardice was spurned from him. I've known a follower's rankled bosom breed Venom most fatal to his heedless lord.
A Court, &c. as before. Enter ANNA.
THY vassals, grief, great nature's order break, And change the noon-tide to the midnight hour, Whilst lady Randolph sleeps, I will walk forth, And taste the air that breathes on yonder bank. Sweet may her slumbers be! Ye ministers Of gracious Heaven who love the human race, Angels and seraphs who delight in goodness! Forsake your skies, and to her couch descend! There from her fancy chase those dismal forms That haunt her waking; her sad spirit charm With images celestial, such as please The blest above upon their golden beds.
Ser. One of the vile assassins is secur'd. We found the villain lurking in the wood: With dreadful imprecations he denies
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