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tenure.

I think that I have hit the very tone
In which she loves to speak. Honey'd assent,
How pleasant art thou to the taste of man,
And women also ! Aattery direct
Rarely disgusts. They little know inankind
Who doubt its operation : 'tis my key,
And opes the wicket of the human heart.
How far I have succeeded now, I know not.
Yet I incline to think her stormy virtue
Is lull'd awhile; 'tis her alone I fear ;
Whilst she and Randolph live, and live in faith
And amity, uncertain is my
“ Fate o'er my head suspends disgrace and death,
“ By that weak air; a peevislı female's will.
“ I am not idle ; but the ebbs and Hows
“ Of fortune's tide cannot be calculated."
That slave of Norval's I have found most apt :
I shew'd him gold, and he has pawn'd his soul
To say and swear whatever I siggest.
Norval, I'm told, has that alluring look,
'Twixt man and woman, which I have observ'd
To charm the nicer and fantastic dames,
Who are, like lady Randolph, full of virtue.
In raising Randolph's jealousy, I may
But point him to the truth. He seldom errs,
Who thinks the worst he can of womankind.

380 ACT IV. SCENE I.

Flourish of trumpets. Enter Lord RANDOLPH attended.

Lord Randolph.
SUMMON an hundred horse, by break of day,
To wait our pleasure at the castle gate.

Enter Lady RANDOLPH.
Lady R. Alas, my Lord ! I've heard unwelcome

news;
The Danes are landed.

Lord R. Ay, no inroad this
Of the Northumbrian bent to take a spoil :
No sportive war, no tournament essay,
Of some young knight resolv'd to break a spear,
And stain with hostile blood his maiden arms.
The Danes are landed : we must beat them back,
Or live the slaves of Denmark.

Lady R. Dreadful times !

Lord R. The fenceless villages are all forsaken;
The trembling mothers, and their children lodg'd
In wall-girt towers and castles ; whilst the men
Retire indignant. Yet, like broken waves,
They but retire more awful to return.
Lady R. Immense, as fame reports, the Danish

host!
Lord R. Were it as numerous as loud fame reports,
An army knit like ours would pierce it through:

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Brothers, that shrink not from each other's side,
And fond companions, fill our warlike files :
For his dear offspring, and the wife he loves,
The husband, and the fearless father arm.
In vulgar breasts heroic ardor burns,
And the poor peasant mates his daring lord.
Lady R. Men's minds are temper'd, like their

swords, for war; “ Lovers of danger, on destruction's brink " They joy to rear erect their daring forms. “ Hence, early gråves; hence, the lone widow's life; “ And the sad mother's grief-embitter'd age." Where is our gallant guest?

Lord R. Down in the vale I left him, managing a fiery steed, Whose stubbornness had foil'd the strength and skill Of every rider. But behold he comes, In earnest conversation with Glenalvon.

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Enter NORVAL and GLENALVON.

Glenalvon! with the lark arise ; go forth,
And lead my troops that lie in yonder vale :
Private I travel to the royal camp :
Norval, thou goest with me. But say, young man !
Where didst thou learn so to discourse of war,
And in such terms, as I o’erheard to day ?
War is no village science, nor its phrase
A language taught amongst the shepherd swains.

Nor, Small is the skill my Lord delights to praise

In him he favours. Hear from whence it came.
Beneath a mountain's brow, the most remote
And inaccessible by shepherds trod,
In a deep cave dug by no mortal hand,
A hermit liv'd; a melancholy man,
Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains.
Austere and lonely, cruel to himself,
Did they report him; the cold earth his bed,
Water his drink, his food the shepherd's alms.
I went to see him, and my heart was touchi'd
With rev’rence and with pity. Mild he spaké, 60
And, entering on discourse, sứclı stories told
As made me oft revisit his sad cell.
For he had been a soldier in his youth;
And fought in famous battles, when the peers
Of Europe, by the bold Godfredo led,
Against th' usurping infidel display'd
The blessed cross, and won the Holy Land.
Pleas’d with my admiration, and the fire
His speech struck from me, the old man would shake
His years away, and act his young encounters :
Then, having shew'd his wounds, he'd sit him down,
And all the live-long day discourse of war.
To help my fancy, in the smooth green turf
He cut the figures of the marshall'd hosts ;
Describ’d the motions, and explain’d the use
Of the deep column, and the lengthen'd line,
The square, the crescent, and the phalanx firm.
For all that Saracen or Christian knew
Of war's vast art, was to this hermit known.

Lord R. Why did this soldier in a desart hide 80 Those qualities, that should have grac'd a camp?

Nor. That too at last I learn’d. Unhappy man! : Returning homewards by Messina’s port, Loaded with wealth and honours bravely won, A rude and boist'rous captain of the sea Fasten'd a quarrel on him. Fierce they fought; The stranger fell, and with his dying breath Declar'd his name and lineage. Mighty pow'r ! The soldier cried, my brother! Oh my brother !

Lady R. His brother!

Nor. Yes; of the saine parents born;
His only brother. They exchang'd forgiveness :
And happy in my mind was he that died;
For many deaths has the survivor suffer'd.
In the wild desart on a rock he sits,
Or on some nameless stream's untrodden banks,
And ruminates all day his dreadful fate.
At times, alas! not in his perfect mind,
Holds dialogues with his lov'd brother's ghost;
And oft each night forsakes his sullen couch,
To make sad orisons for him he slew.

Lady R. To what mysterious woesare mortals born!
In this dire tragedy were there no more
Unhappy persons ? Did the parents live!

Nor. No, they were dead ; kind Heav'n had closd

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Before their son had shed his brother's blood.

Lord R. Hard is his fate ; for he was not to blame! There is a destiny in this strange world,

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