Mar.

Oh, Sir !

Peace, my good Wilfred Repair to Liddesdale, and tell the Band I shall be with them in two days, at fa thest.

Wil. May He whose eye is over all pr tect you!

[EI Enter OSWALD (a bunch of plants in I hand).

Osw. This wood is rich in plants a curious simples.

Mar. (looking at them). The wild ro and the poppy, and the nightshade Which is your favourite, Oswald ?

Osw. That which, while it Strong to destroy, is also strong to heal. [Looking for iro Not yet in sight!- We'll saunter b

awhile; They cannot mount the hill, by us unse Mar. (a letter in his hand). It is no c mon thing when one like you Performs these delicate services, and the fore

I feel myself much bounden to you, Osw 'Tis a strange letter this! You saw

Alas! you do not know him. He is one (I wot not what ill tongue has wronged bin with you)

All gentleness and love. His face bespeaks
A deep and simple meekness: and tha
Soul,

Which with the motion of a virtuous act
Flashes a look of terror upon guilt,
Is, after conflict, quiet as the ocean,
By a miraculous finger, stilled at once.
Her. Unhappy Woman!

Idon.
Nay, it was my dut
Thus much to speak; but think not I for