Upon the hunter's spear. Lord R. 'Tis shrewdly thought. Glen. When we grow loud, draw near. my lord His rising wrath restrain. But let [Exit Randolph. 'Tis strange, by Heav'n! That she should run full tilt her fond career Precious sex! Glenalvon's thoughts! Enter NORVAL. His port I love; he's in a proper mood Has Norval seen the troops? Nor. The setting sun [Aside. With yellow radiance lighten'd all the vale; 360 Glen. Thou talk'st it well; no leader of our host In sounds more lofty speaks of glorious war. Nor. If I shall e'er acquire a leader's name, My speech will be less ardent. Novelty Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration Vents itself freely; since no part is mine 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 380 Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you. Nor. Sir, I have been accustomed all my days 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, 400 To bend on soldiers these disdainful eyes, What will become of you! Nor. If this were told! [Aside. Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self? Glen. Ha! does thou threaten me? Nor. Didst thou not hear? Glen. Unwillingly I did; a nobler foe Had not been question'd thus. But such as thee Nor. 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 toldst to Randolph. Nor. If I were chain'd, unarm'd, and bed-rid old, Perhaps I should revile; but as I am, 490 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. 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, 440 [Sheathes his sword. Taunting each other; but unfold to me The cause of quarrel, then I judge betwixt you. 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. Suspend your purpose till your country's arms Glen. I agree to this. Nor. And I. 460 Enter Servant. Ser. The banquet waits. Lord R. We come. Glen. Norval, [Exit Servant. Let not our variance mar the social hour, 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; |