When, into one of those same spotted bells Came to my child as by my side he slept, And, fondling, licked his face, then on a sudden But here he is, [kissing the child] it must have been a dream. Osw. When next inclined to sleep, take my advice, And put your head, good woman, under cover. Beg. Oh, sir, you would not talk thus, if you knew What life is this of ours, how sleep will master The weary-worn. — You gentle folk have got -- Warm chambers to your wish. I'd rather be At which I half accused the God in Heaven.- Osw. Ay, and if you think no matter this good day The fairies are to blame, and you should chide Mar. Come hither, fathers, And learn what nature is from this poor wretch! Beg. Ay, sir, there's nobody that feels for us. Why now - but yesterday I overtook A blind old greybeard and accosted him, I' th' name of all the saints, and by the Mass He should have used me better! - Charity! If you can melt a rock, he is your man; But I'll be even with him- here again Have I been waiting for him. Good dame, repair to Liddesdale, and wait service. Osw. They chose him for their chief!-what covert He, in the preference, modest youth, might take, Osw. (gives her money.) Here's for your little boy That either e'er existed is my shame: "T was a dull spark-a most unnatural fire These fools of feeling are mere birds of winter For a few swelling phrases, and a flash Who live in these disputed tracts, that own Mar. Let us begone and bring her hither; — here Osw. You will be firm: but though we well may trust The issue to the justice of the cause, Caution must not be flung aside; remember, Yours is no common life. Self-stationed here, Upon these savage confines, we have seen you Stand like an isthmus 'twixt two stormy seas That oft have checked their fury at your bidding. 'Mid the deep holds of Solway's mossy waste, Your single virtue has transformed a band Of fierce barbarians into ministers Of peace and order. Aged men with tears Have blessed their steps, the fatherless retire For shelter to their banners. But it is, As you must needs have deeply felt, it is In darkness and in tempest that we seek The majesty of Him who rules the world. Benevolence, that has not heart to use The wholesome ministry of pain and evil, Becomes at last weak and contemptible. Your generous qualities have won due praise, But vigorous spirits look for something more Than youth's spontaneous products; and to-day You will not disappoint them; and hereafter. Mar. You are wasting words; hear me then, once for all: You are a man- and therefore, if compassion, Which to our kind is natural as life, Be known unto you, you will love this woman, If I ever knew My heart, could penetrate its inmost core, Mar. Osw. -- Seize! Yes, they Men who are little given to sift and weigh- Thou wilt relate the story. To bear a part in this man's punishment, Mar. Osw. Osw. (aside to MARMADUKE.) Perhaps it would be Meanwhile the storm fell heavy on the woods; useful That you too should subscribe your name. [MARMADUKE overlooks HERBERT - then writes examines the letter eagerly. Mar. I cannot leave this paper. Osw. (aside.) [He puts it up, agitated. Dastard! Come. [MARMADUKE goes towards Herbert and supports him-MARMADUKE tremblingly beckons OSWALD to take his place. Our little fire sent forth a cheering warmth Mar. (as he quits HERBERT.) There is a palsy in Revealed by lustre brought with it from heaven; his limbs-he shakes. [Exeunt OSWALD and HERBERT - MARMADUKE following. And it was you, dear lady SCENE changes to a Wood- -a Group of Pilgrims Let us be gone with speed, that he may hear and IDONEA with them. First Pil. A grove of darker and more lofty shade I never saw. Sec. Pil. The music of the birds Old Pil. This news! It made my heart leap up with joy. Myself, I heard Idon. I scarcely can believe it. Old Pil. The Sheriff read, in open court, a letter Which purported it was the royal pleasure The Baron Herbert, who, as was supposed, Had taken refuge in this neighbourhood, Should be forthwith restored. The hearing, lady, Filled my dim eyes with tears. When I returned From Palestine, and brought with me a heart, Though rich in heavenly, poor in earthly, comfort, I met your father, then a wandering outcast: He had a guide, a shepherd's boy; but grieved He was that one so young should pass his youth In such sad service; and he parted with him. We joined our tales of wretchedness together, And begged our daily bread from door to door. I talk familiarly to you, sweet lady! For once you loved me. Idon. You shall back with me And see your friend again. The good old man Will be rejoiced to greet you. That a fierce storm o'ertook us, worn with travel, In a deep wood remote from any town. A cave that opened to the road presented A friendly shelter, and we entered in. Idon. And I was with you? If indeed 't was you I hope Idonea is well housed. That horseman, Mar. He is growing pitiful. Osw. (aside.) Mar. (listening.) What an odd moaning that is!Osw. Mighty odd The wind should pipe a little, while we stand Cooling our heels in this way!— I'll begin And count the stars. Mar. (still listening.) That dog of his, you are sure, Could not come after us - he must have perished; The torrent would have dashed an oak to splinters. You said you did not like his looks that he Would trouble us; if he were here again, "Tis hard to measure time, In such a weary night, and such a place. Her. [OSWALD offers to go down into the dungeon. A cheerless beverage. Mar. How now, what mean you? Osio. Truly, I was going To stay behind! To waken our stray Baron. Were there not Why do I tremble now? - Is not the depth Mar. The spirit of vengeance seemed to ride the air. Mar. How good it was in you Hearing at first no answer, No wonder; this is a place That well may put some fears into your heart. Her. Why so? a roofless rock had been a comfort, Storm-beaten and bewildered as we were; Oh! but you are young; Over your head twice twenty years must roll, Mar. And no return have I to make but prayers; May you in age be blessed with such a daughter!- |