Norv. The setting sun With yellow radiance lighted all the vale; Glen. Thou talk'st it well; no leader of our host Norv. If I should e'er acquire a leader's name, Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration Of praise pertaining to the great in arms. Glen. You wrong yourself, brave sir; your martial deeds Have ranked you with the great. But mark me, Norval; Lord Randolph's favor now, exalts your youth Above his veterans of famous service. Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you. Else they will hardly brook your late-sprung power, Norv. Sir, I have been accustomed all my days To hear and speak the plain and simple truth; Glen. I did not mean To gall your pride, which now I see is great. Glen. Suppress it, as you wish to prosper.- If thus you swell, and frown at high-born men, Glen. Yes; if you presume To bend on soldiers these disdainful eyes, And said in secret, You're no match for me, What will become of you? Norv. Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self? Norv. Didst thou not hear? Glen. Unwillingly I did; a nobler foe Had not been questioned thus; but such as thee— Glen. Norval. Norv. So I am— And who is Norval in Glenalvon's eyes? Glen. A peasant's son, a wandering beggar boy; Norv. False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth? I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval And make thee sink too soon beneath my sword, I'd tell thee-what thou art. I know thee well. Glen. Dost thou not know Glenalvon, born to command Ten thousand slaves like thee? Norv. Villain, no more! Draw and defend thy life. I did design To have defied thee in another cause; But Heaven accelerates its vengeance on thee. Now for my own and Lady Randolph's wrongs. Lord. Ran. [Enters.] Hold! I command you both! the man that stirs Makes me his foe. Norv. Another voice than thine, That threat had vainly sounded, noble Randolph. Glen. Hear him, my lord; he's wondrous condescending! Mark the humility of shepherd Norval! Norv. Now you may scoff in safety. [Sheathes his sword.] Lord Ran. Speak not thus, Taunting each other, but unfold to me The cause of quarrel; then I judge betwixt you. Norv. Nay, my good lord, though I revere you much, The opprobrious words that I from him have borne. Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonored! Lord Ran. Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice; The ancient foe of Caledonia's land Now waves his banner o'er her frighted fields; The private quarrel. Glen. I agree to this. Ex. CCXXXVIII.—DIALOGUE.-THE BROTHER'S APPEAL. SALADIN, MALEK ADHEL, ATTENDANT. ANON. Attendant. A stranger craves admittance to your highness. Saladin. Whence comes he? Atten. That I know not. Enveloped with a vestment of strange form, His countenance is hidden; but his step, Atten. Thy royal brother! Sal. Bring him instantly. [Exit Attendant.] Now, with his specious, smooth, persuasive tongue, Fraught with some wily subterfuge, he thinks To dissipate my anger. He shall die! [Enter Attendant and Malek Adhel.] Leave us together. Exit Attendant.] [Aside.] I should know that form. Now summon all thy fortitude, my soul, Nor, though thy blood cry for him, spare the guilty! [Aloud.] Well, stranger, speak; but first unvail thyself, For Saladin must view the form that fronts him. Malek Adhel. Behold it, then! Sal. I see a traitor's visage. Mal. Ad. A brother's! Sal. No! Saladin owns no kindred with a villain. Mal. Ad. O, patience, Heaven! Had any tongue but thine Uttered that word, it ne'er should speak another. Sal. And why not now? Can this heart be more pierced By Malek Adhel's sword than by his deeds? O, thou hast made a desert of this bosom ! For open candor, planted sly disguise; For confidence, suspicion; and the glow Of generous friendship, tenderness and love, For ever banished! Whither can I turn, When he by blood, by gratitude, by faith, By every tie, bound to support, forsakes me? Who, who can stand, when Malek Adhel falls? Henceforth I turn me from the sweets of love: The smiles of friendship, and this glorious world, In which all find some heart to rest upon, Shall be to Saladin a cheerless void, His brother has betrayed him! Mal. Ad. Thou art softened; I am thy brother, then; but late thou saidst- Thou hast betrayed me in my fondest hopes! Thinkest thou I'm softened? By Mohammed! these hands Shall crush these aching eyeballs, ere a tear Fall from them at thy fate! O, monster, monster! The brute that tears the infant from its nurse Is excellent to thee, for in his form The impulse of his nature may be read; Mal. Ad. Go on! go on! 'Tis but a little while to hear thee, Saladin; And, bursting at thy feet, this heart will prove Its penitence, at least. Sal. That were an end Too noble for a traitor! The bowstring is A more apropriate finish! Thou shalt die! Mal. Ad. And death were welcome at another's mandate ! What, what have I to live for? Be it so, If that, in all thy armies, can be found Sal. O, doubt it not! They 're eager for the office. Perfidy, So black as thine, effaces from their minds All memory of thy former excellence. Mal. Ad. Defer not, then, their wishes. Saladin, If e'er this form was joyful to thy sight, This voice seemed grateful to thine ear, accede To my last prayer :-O, lengthen not this scene, Sal. This very hour! [Aside.] For, O! the more I look upon that face, The more I hear the accents of that voice, The monarch softens, and the judge is lost In all the brother's weakness; yet such guilt,— Such vile ingratitude,-it calls for vengeance; And vengeance it shall have! What, ho! who waits there! Atten. Did your highness call? Sal. Assemble quickly [Enter Attendant.] My forces in the court. Tell them they come To view the death of yon bosom-traitor. And, bid them mark, that he who will not spare His brother when he errs, expects obedience, Silent obedience, from his followers. [Exit Attendant.] Mal. Ad. Now, Saladin, The word is given; I have nothing more To fear from thee, my brother. I am not Without thy love, thy honor, thy esteem, Think not, either, The justice of thy sentence I would question. But one request now trembles on my tongue,- |