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My brave deliverer! thou shalt enter now
Lady R. I cannot say : for various affections, And strangely mingled, in my bosom swell; Yet each of them may well command a tear. I joy that thou art safe ; and I admire Him and his fortunes, who hath wrought thy safety ; Yea, as my mind predicts, with thine his own. Obscure and friendless, he the army sought, Bent upon peril, in the range of death Resolv'd to hunt for fame, and with his sword To gain distinction which his birth denied. In this attempt unknown he might have peris'd, And gain'd with all his valour, but oblivion. Now, grac'd by thee, his virtue serves no more Beneath despair. The soldier now of hope He stands conspicuous; fame and great renown Are brought within the compass of his sword; On this my mind reflected, whilst you spoke, And bless'd the wonder-working Lord of Heaven.
Lord R. Pious and grateful ever are thy thoughts ! My deeds shall follow where thou point'st the way. Next to myself, and equal to Glenalvon, In honour and command shall Norval be.
Nor. I know not how to thank you. Rude I am,
In speech and manners: never till this hour
Lady R. I will be sworn thou wilt not. Thou shalt be My knight; and ever, as thou didst to day, With happy valour guard the life of Randolph. Lord R. Well hast thou spoke. Let me forbid reply.
Nor. Let us be gone, my lord.
that the declining sun
sure : sweetest then,
When danger to a soldier's soul endcars
[Exeunt RANDOLPH and NORVAL. Lady R. His parting words have struck a fatal truth. Oh, Douglas ! Douglas! tender was the time When we two parted, ne'er to meet again! 140 How many years of anguish and despair Has Heaven annex'd to those swift-passing hours Of love and fondness. “ Then my bosom's Hame “Oft, as blown back by the rude breath of fear “Return'd, and with redoubled ardour blaz’d." Anna. May gracious Heav'n pour the sweet balm
of peace Into the wounds that fester in your breast ! For carthly consolation cannot cure them.
Lady R. One only cure can Heav'n itself bestow ;A grave—that bed in which the weary rest. Wretch that I am! Alas! why am I so ? At every happy parent I repine ! How blest the mother of yon gallant Norval ! She for a living husband bore her pains, And heard him bless her when a man was born: She nurs'd her smiling infant on her breast ; Tended the child, and reard the pleasing boy: She, with affection's triumph, saw the youth In grace and comeliness surpass his peers :
160 Whilst I to a dead husband bore a son, And to the roaring waters gave my child.
Anna. Alas! alas! why will you thus resume Your grief afresh? I thought that gallant youth
Would for a while have won you from your woe.
Lady R. Delighted, say'st thou ? Oh! even there
Found fuel for my life-consuming sorrow;
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 admirel most apt was I " To this affection in my better days ;
“Though now I seem to you shrunk up, retir'd
199 “ 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.”
Enter GLENALVON. Glen. Where is my dearest kinsman, noble Randolph? Lady R.Have you not heard, Glenalvon, of the base
Glen. I have; and that the villains may not ’scape, With a strong band I have begirt the wood. 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.
Glen. To him your counsels always are commands.
Glen. What do you know? By the most blessed cross,