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Which oft decrees an undeserved doom. Let schoolmen tell us why---From whence these sounds ?
[Trur pet's at a distance.
Enter an Officer. Offi. My lord, the trumpets of the troops of Lorn: The valiant leader hails the noble Randolph. Lord R. Mine ancient guest! Does he the warriors
lead ? Has Denmark rous’d the brave old knight to arms ?
Offi. No; worn with warfare, he resigns the sword.
Lord R. Glenalvon, go.
Lord R. May victory sit on the warrior's plume ! Bravest of men! his flocks and herds are safe; Remote from war's alarms his pastures lie, By niountains inaccessible secur'd: Yet foremost he into the plain descends, Eager to bleed in battles not his own. Such were the heroes of the ancient world ; Contemners they of indolence and gain ; But still, for love of glory and of arms, Prone to encounter peril, and to lift, Against each strong antagonist, the spear.
[Exit with the Officer. Lady R. The soldier's loftiness, the pride and pomp Investing awful war, Norval, I see,
140 Transport thy youthful mind.
Nor. Ah! should they not?
Lady R. There is a generous spirit in thy breast,
yon spreading beech,
Nor. Let there be danger, Lady, with the secret,
life: These are the sole possessions of poor
Nor. Durst I believe mine eyes,
Lady R. Then learn of me, thou art not Norval's
Nor. Not Norval's son !
Lady R. Noble thou art ;
Nor. I will believe
Lady R. Douglas !
Nor. You make me tremble---Sighs and tears!
180 Lady R. Ah! too brave, indeed ! He fell in battle ere thyself was born.
Nor. Ah me, unhappy! Ere I saw the light !
Lady R. She lives; but wastes her life in constant
Weeping her husband slain, her infant lost.
Nor. You that are skill'd so well in the sad story Of my unhappy parents, and with tears Bewail their destiny, now have compassion Upon the offspring of the friends you
lov'd. Oh, tell me who and where my mother is ! Oppress’d by a base world, perhaps she bends Beneath the weight of other ills than grief; And, desolate, implores of Heaven the aid
Her son should give. It is, it must be so-
-My son! my son ! I am thy mother, and the wife of Douglas !
[Falls upon his neck. Nor. Oh, heaven and earth ? how wond'rous is my
fate! Art thou my mother ? Ever let me kneel !
Lady R. Image of Douglas ! fruit of fatal love!
Nor. Respect and admiration still possess me.
parents. But did
the rest of men, As thou excellest all of womankind ? Lady R. Arise, my son. In me thou dost behold
poor remains of beauty once admir'd.
Nor. How did he fall! Sure 'twas a bloody field
LadyR.Hereafter thou shalt hear the lengthened tale Of all thy father's and thy mother's woes.
At present this-Thou art the rightful heir
Nor. To be the son of Douglas is to me