Upon the hunter's spear. Lord R. 'Tis shrewdly thought. Glen. When we grow loud, draw near. lord His rising wrath restrain. 'Tis strange, by Heav'n! But let my [Exit Randolph. That she should run full tilt her fond career Whose deeds lascivious pass Glenalvon's thoughts! Enter NORVAL. His port I love; he's in a proper mood Has Norval seen the troops? Nor. The setting sun 340 [Aside. With yellow radiance lighten'd all the vale; Glen. Thou talk'st it well; no leader of our host Of praise pertaining to the great in arms. Glen. You wrong yourself, brave Sir; your martial deeds Have rank'd you with the great. But mark me, Lord Randolph's favour now exalts your youth 360 Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you. Nor. Sir, I have been accustomed all my days Although it sounded harshly. Why remind 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, 380 Will high-born men endure a shepherd's scorn? Nor. A shepherd's scorn! Glen. Yes; if you presume To bend on soldiers these disdainful eyes, What will become of you? Nor. If this were told!. Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self? Glen. Ha! dost thou threaten me? Nor. Didst thou not hear? Glen. Unwillingly I did; a nobler foe [Aside. Had not been question'd thus. But such as theeNor. Whom dost thou think me? Glen. Norval. Nor. So I am And who is Norval in Glenalvon's eyes? Glen. A peasant's son, a wandering beggar.boy; At best no more, even if he speaks the truth. Nor. False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth? Glen. Thy truth! thou'rt all a lie: and false as hell Is the vain-glorious tale thou told'st to Randolph. Nor. If I were chain'd, unarm'd, and bed-rid old, Perhaps I should revile; but as I am, 402 I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval Ten thousand slaves like thee Nor. Villain, no more! Draw and defend thy life. I did design To have defy'd thee in another cause; But Heav'n accelerates its vengeance on thee. Enter Lord RANDOLPH. Lord R. Hold, I command you both. The man that stirs Makes me his foe. Nor. Another voice than thine That threat had vainly sounded, noble Randolph. Glen. Hear him, my Lord; he's wond'rous conde scending! Mark the humility of shepherd Norval! Nor. Now you may scoff in safety. Lord R. Speak not thus, 420 [Sheaths his Sword. Taunting each other; but unfold to me The cause of quarrel, then I judge betwixt you. Th' opprobrious words that I from him have borne. Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonour'd. Lord R. Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice: The ancient foe of Caledonia's land Now waves his banners o'er her frighted fields. The private quarrel. Glen. I agree to this. Nor. And I. 440 Enter Servant. Ser. The banquet waits. Lord R. We come. Glen. Norval, (Exit with Servant. Let not our variance mar the social hour, Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph. Nor. Think not so lightly, Sir, of my resentment. When we contend again, our strife is mortal. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Enter DOUGLAS. Douglas. THIS is the place, the centre of the grove; |