Lady R. Oh, fate! I fear thee still. Thou riddler, speak Direct and clear; else I will search thy soul. Anna. "Permit me, ever honour'd! Keen impa tience, "Though hard to be restrain'd, defeats itself."Pursue thy story with a faithful tongue, To the last hour that thou didst keep the child. Pris. Fear not my faith, though I must speak my shame; Within the cradle where the infant lay, Was stow'd a mighty store of gold and jewels; And, as we oft observ'd, he bore himself, Not as the offspring of our cottage blood; For nature will break out: mild with the mild, But all in vain; for when a desperate band Lady R. Eternal Providence! What is thy name? Pris. My name is Norval; and my name he bears. Lady R. 'Tis he! 'tis he himself! It is my son! 160 Oh, sovereign mercy! 'Twas my child I saw ! No wonder, Anna, that my bosom burn'd. Anna. Just are your transports: "ne'er was woman's heart “Prov'd with such fierce extremes. High fated dame !” But yet remember that you are beheld By servile eyes; your gestures may be seen Impassion'd, strange; perhaps your words o'erheard. Lady R. Well dost thou counsel, Anna: Heav'n be stow On me that wisdom which my state requires. "Anna. The moments of deliberation pass, Pris. If I, amidst astonishment and fear, The child thou rescu'dst from the flood is mine. 180 Pris. Blest be the hour that made me a poor man, My poverty hath sav'd my master's house ! Lady R. Thy words surprize me: sure thou dost not feign! The tear stands in thine eye; such love from thee Sir Malcolm's house deserv'd not; if aright Thou told's the story of thy own distress. Pris. Sir Malcolm of our barons was the flower; The fastest friend, the best, the kindest master. But ah! he knew not of my sad estate. After that battle, where his gallant son, Your own brave brother, fell, the good old lord Lady R. His race shall yet reward thee. faith Depends the fate of thy lov'd master's house. That like a holy hermitage appears Among the cliffs of Carron? Pris. I remember the cottage of the cliffs. There dwells a man of venerable age, On thy 200 'Till I shall call upon thee to declare, Before the king and nobles, what thou now Thy son so long shall call thee father still, Pris. Fear not that I shall mar so fair an harvest, Why did I leave my home and ancient dame ? 220 To find the youth, to tell him all I knew, And make him wear these jewels in his arms, Which might, I thought, be challeng'd, and so bring To light the secret of his noble birth, [Lady RANDOLPH goes towards the Servants. Lady R. This man is not th' assassin you suspected, Though chance combin'd some likelihoods against. him. He is the faithful bearer of the jewels To their right owner, whom in haste he seeks. [Exeunt Stranger and Servants. My faithful Anna! dost thou share my joy? I know thou dost. Unparallel'd event! Snatch'd from the waves, and brings to me iny son ! 2 Judge of the widow, and the orphan's father, How soon he gaz'd on bright and burning arms, Spurn'd the low dunghill where his fate had thrown him, And tower'd up to the region of his sire! 240 Anna. How fondly did your eyes devour the boy! Mysterious nature, with the unseen cord Of pow'rful instinct, drew you to your ownLady R. The ready story of his birth believ'd Supprest my fancy quite; nor did he owe Το any likeness my so sudden favour : But now I long to see his face again, Examine every feature, and find out The lineaments of Douglas, or my own. But most of all I long to let him know Who his true parents are, to clasp his neck, And tell him all the story of his father. Anna. With wary caution you must bear yourself In public, lest your tenderness break forth, And in observers stir conjectures strange. "For, if a cherub in the shape of woman "Should walk this world, yet defamation would, "Like a vile cur, bark at the angel's train."To-day the baron started at your tears. 26.0 Lady R. He did so, Anna! well thy mistress knows. If the least circumstance, mote of offence, Should touch the baron's eye, his sight would be |