All knowledge of the crime. But this is not
His first essay these jewels were conceal'd
In the most secret places of his garment;
Belike the spoils of some that he has murder'd.

Anna. Let me look on them. Ha! here is a heart, The chosen crest of Douglas'

These are no vulgar jewels.

valiant name?

Guard the wretch. zo

Pris. I know no more than does the child unborn

Of what you charge me with.

1st Ser. You say so, Sir!

But torture soon shall make you speak the truth.
Behold, the lady of lord Randolph comes :
Prepare yourself to meet her just revenge.

Enter Lady RANDOLPH and ANNA.

Anna. Summon your utmost fortitude, before You speak with him. Your dignity, your fame, Are now at stake. Think of the fatal secret, Which in a moment from your lips may fly.

Lady R. Thou shalt behold me, with a desperate

heart,

Hear how my infant perish'd. See, he kneels.

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[The Prisoner kneels.

Pris. Heav'n bless that countenance so sweet and

mild!

A judge like thee makes innocence more bold.
Oh, save me, lady! from these cruel men,

Who have attack'd and seiz'd me; who accuse
Me of intended murder. As I hope
For mercy at the judgment-seat of Heaven,
The tender lamb, that never nipt the grass,
Is not more innocent than I of murder.

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Lady R. Of this man's guilt what proof can ye pro

duce ?

1st Ser. We found him lurking in the hollow glynn. When view'd and call'd upon, amaz'd he fled, We overtook him, and enquir'd from whence And what he was: he said he came from far, And was upon his journey to the camp. Not satisfied with this, we search'd his clothes, And found these jewels, whose rich value plead Most powerfully against him. Hard he seems, And old in villainy. Permit us try

His stubbornness against the torture's force.

Pris. Oh, gentle lady by your lord's dear life ;
Which these weak hands, I swear, did ne'er assail;
And by your children's welfare spare my age!
Let not the iron tear my ancient joints,

And my grey hairs bring to the grave with pain.
Lady R. Account for these; thine own they cannot be:
For these, I say: be stedfast to the truth;
Detected falshood is most certain death.

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[Anna removes the servants and returns.] Pris. Alas! I'm sore beset! let never man, For sake of lucre, sin against his soul! Eternal justice is in this most just!

I, guiltless now, must former guilt reveal.

Lady R. Oh! Anna hear 1-once more I charge

thee speak

The truth direct; for these to me foretel

And certify a part of thy narration;

With which, if the remainder tallies not,
An insant and a dreadful death abides thee.

Pris. Then, thus adjur'd, I'll speak to you as just

As if you were the minister of heaven,

Sent down to search the secret sins of men :

Some eighteen years ago I rented land

Of brave Sir Malcolm, then Balarmo's lord;
But falling to decay, his servants seiz'd

All that I had, and then turn'd me and mine,
(Four helpless infants and their weeping mother)
Out to the mercy of the winter winds.
A little hovel by the river's side

Received us: there hard labour, and the skill
In fishing, which was formerly my sport,
Supported life. Whilst thus we poorly liv'd,
One stormy night, as I remember well,
The wind and rain beat hard upon our roof;
Red came the river down, and loud and oft
The angry spirit of the water shriek'd.
At the dead hour of night was heard the cry
Of one in jeopardy. I rose, and ran
To where the circling eddy of a pool,

Beneath the ford, us'd oft to bring within

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My reach, whatever floating thing the stream
Had caught. The voice was ceas'd; the person lost;
But looking sad and earnest on the waters,

By the moon's light I saw, whirl'd round and round, soon I drew it to the bank,

A basket

And nestled curious there an infant lay.

Lady R. Was he alive?

Pris. He was.

Lady R. Inhuman that thou art!

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How couldst thou kill what waves and tempests spared?

Pris. I am not so inhuman.

Lady R. Didst thou not?

Anna. My noble mistrsss, you are mov'd too much :
This man has not the aspect of stern murder;
Let him go on, and you, I hope, will hear

Good tidings of your kinsman's long-lost child.
Pris. The needy man who has known better days,
One whom distress has spited at the world,
Is he whom tempting fiends would pitch upon
To do such deeds as make the prosperous men
Lift up their hands and wonder who could do them.
And such a man was I; a man declin'd,

Who saw no end of black adversity:

Yet, for the wealth of kingdoms, I would not
Have touch'd that infant with a hand of harm.

Lady R. Ha! dost thou say so; then perhaps he lives!
Pris. Not many days ago he was alive.

Lady R. O God of Heav'n! did he then die so lately?
Pris. I did not say he died; I hope he lives.
Not many days ago these eyes beheld

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Him, flourishing in youth, and health, and beauty.
Lady R. Where is he now ?

Pris. Alas! I know not where.

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Lady R. Oh, fate! I fear thee still. Thou riddler,

speak

Direct and clear; else I will search thy soul.

Anna. "Permit me, ever honour'd! Keen impatience,

"Though hard to be restrain'd, defeats itself."-
Pursue thy story with a faithful tongue,

To the last hour that thou didst keep the child.
Pris. Fear not my faith, though I must speak my

shame;

Within the cradle where the infant lay,

Was stow'd a mighty store of gold and jewels;
Tempted by which, we did resolve to hide,
From all the world this wonderful event,
And like a peasant breed the noble child.

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That none might mark the change of our estate,

We left the country, travell'd to the north,

Bought flocks and herds, and gradually brought forth
Our secret wealth. But God's all-seeing eye
Beheld our avarice, and smote us sore.
For one by one all our own children died,
And he, the Stranger, sole remain'd the heir
Of what indeed was his. Fain then would I,
Who with a father's fondness lov'd the boy,
Have trusted him, now in the dawn of youth,
With his own secret: but my anxious wife,
Foreboding evil, never would consent.
Meanwhile the stripling grew in years and beauty;
And, as we oft observ'd, he bore himself,

Not as the offspring of our cottage blood;