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Lady Rand. Son, if thou hast discharg'd thy humble
Lady Rand. There will e'en here, I trust, be found
on earth. Doug. Thou'st pointed me to better fame, and stirr'd In my
deluded mind more worthy thoughts. But who shall comfort thee?
Lady Rand. The Pow'r Divine
Doug. Had it pleas'd
Enter Lord RANDOLPH and Anna.
pierc'd my heart.
Anna. Alas! look there, my lord.
Lord Rand. The mother and her son ! And of all this
Anna. My lady lives :
Lord Rand. But my deliverer's dead!
And, in my early days, glory I gain'd
Beneath the holy banner of the cross. « Now past the noon of life, shame comes upon me;
Reproach, and infamy, and public hate, " Are near at hand: for all mankind will think That Randolph basely stabb’d Sir Malcolm's heir.
[Lady Randolph recovering: Lady Rand. Where am I now? still in this wretched
Lord Rand. O misery!
Lady Rand. Thy innocence !
Lord Rand. My guilt
Lady Rund. Of thee I think not: what have I to do
[Runs out. Lord Rand. Follow her, Anna: I myself would follow, But in this instant she abhors my presence. [Exit Anna. Enter Old NORTAL. Old Norv. I heard the voice of woe; Heaven guard my
*" And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber
over the gate, and wept : and as he went, thus he said, O my son “ Absalom; my son, my son Absalom! would Ciod I had died for " thee, O Absalon, my son, my son!"' 2 Samuel XVIII. 33.
“ O lord ! my hoy, my Arthur, my fair son !
King John, A. 111. S. IV.
Lord Rand. Already is the idle gaping croud, [child! The spiteful vulgar, come to gaze on Randolph. Begone.
Old Noro. I fear thee not. I will not go. Here I'll remain. I'm an accomplice, lord, With thee in murder. Yes, my sins did help To crush down to the ground this lovely plant. O noblest youth that ever yet was born! Sweetest and best, gentlest and bravest spirit, That ever bless'd the world!
Wretch that I am, Who saw that noble spirit swell and rise Above the narrow limits that confin'd it! Yet never was by all thy virtues won To do thee justice, and reveal the secret, Which, timely known, had rais'd thee far above The villain's snare. Oh! I am punish'd now! These are the bairs that should have strew'd the ground, And not the locks of Douglas.
[Tears his huir, and throws himself on the ground. Lord Rand. I know thee now: thy boldness I for“My crest is fallen.' For thee I will appoint
Anna. She yet lives.
And does degrade us e'en below the brutes,
Lord Rand. Would I might follow ! but the time 's Self-murder?-Could she meditate that crime! (not yet,
Anna. It was but too apparent: yet will she
Lord Rand. Soothe her, Anna.
An Epilogue I ask'd; but not one word