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And with ironical derisive counsel
His rising wrath restrain.-- [Exit RANDOLPA.
Even I did think her chaste,
port I love: he's in a proper mood To chide the thunder, if at him it roar'd. [Aside. Has Norval seen the troops ?
Nor. The setting sun
Glen. Thou talk'st it well ; no leader of our host In sounds more lofty speaks of glorious war.
Nor. If I shall e'er acquire a leader's name,
Glen. You wrong yourself, brave sir, your martial
deeds Have rank'd you with the great. But mark me;
sprung power, Which nor alliance props, nor birth adorns.
Nor. Sir, I have been accustom'd all my days
Glen. I did not mean
Nor. My pride!
Glen. Suppress it, as you wish to prosper:
Nor. A shepherd's scorn!
Glen. Yes, if you presume
took the measure of their minds,
[Aside. Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self?
Glen. Ha! dost thou threaten ine?
Glen. Unwillingly I did; a nobler foe
Nor. Whom dost thou think me?
Nor. So I am
Glen. A peasant's son, a wandering beggar boy;
truth? Glen, Thy truth ! thou'rt all a lie; and false as
hell Is the vain-glorious tale thou told'st to Randolph.
Nor If I were chain'd, unarm'd, and bedrid old Perhaps I should revile; but as I am, I have no tongue to rail. The hurnble Norval Is of a race, who strive not but with deeds. Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valour, And make thee sink too soon beneath my sword, I'd tell thee what thou art. I know thee well. Glen. Didst thou not know Glenalvon, born to
Nor. Villain, no more!
Enter LORD RANDOLPH.
Lord R. Hold, I command you both. The man
that stirs, Makes me his foe.
Nor. Another voice than thine
Glen. Hear him, my lord; he's wond'rous conde
scending! Mark the humility of shepherd Norval ! Nor. Now you may scoff in safety.
(Sheathes his sword. Lord R. Speak not thus, Taunting each other ; but unfold to me The cause of quarrel; then I judge betwixt you. Nor. Nay, my good lord, though I revere you
much, My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment. I blush to speak: I will not, cannot speak The opprobrious words, that I from him have borne. To the liege lord of my dear native land I owe a subject's homage: but even him And his high arbitration I'd reject. Within my bosom reigns another lord ; Honour, sole judge and umpire of itself. If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph, Revoke your favours, and let Norval go Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonoured.
Lord R. Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice;
Glen. I agree to this.
Serv. The banquet waits.
[Exit with SERVANT.
Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow: Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.
Nor. Think not so lightly, sir, of my resentment. When we contend again, our strife is mortal.
.ACT THE FIFTH,
Enter DOUGLAS. Doug. This is the place, the centre of the grove; Here stands the oak, the monarch of the wood. How sweet and solemn is this midnight scene The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry can be in aught believed, Descending spirits have conversed with man, And told the secrets of the world unknown.
Enter Old NORVAL.
[Douglas turns aside, and sees him. Forgive, forgive; Canst thou forgive the man, the selfish man, Who bred Sir Malcom's heir a shepherd's son?
Doug. Welcome to me. Thou art my father stil] :