SCENE, Borders of England and Scotland. TIME, the Reign of Henry III. READERS already acquainted with my Poems will recognize, in the following composition, some eight or ten lines, which I have not scrupled to retain in the places where they originally stood. It is proper, however, to add, that they would not have been used elsewhere, if I had foreseen the time when I might be induced to publish this Tragedy. February 28, 1842. АСТ І. SCENE, road in a wood. WALLACE and LACY. Lacy. The Troop will be impatient; let us hie Back to our post, and strip the Scottish Foray Of their rich spoil, ere they recross the Border. – Pity that our young Chief will have no part In this good service. Wal. Rather let us grieve That, in the undertaking which has caused Lacy. True; and, remembering how the Band have proved That Oswald finds small favor in our sight, Let us begone, Where he despised alike Mohammedan and Christian. But enough; the Band may else be foiled. Enter MARMADUKE and WILFRED. Wil. Be cautious, my dear Master! [Exeunt. I perceive That fear is like a cloak which old men huddle About their love, as if to keep it warm. Wil. Nay, but I grieve that we should part. Mar. Your busy fancies, Wilfred, Might tempt me to a smile; but what of him? Wil. And that he hates you! - Pardon me, perhaps That word was hasty. Mar. Fy! no more of it. Wil. Dear Master! gratitude's a heavy burden To a proud soul. Nobody loves this Oswald, Yourself, you do not love him. Mar. I do more, I honor him. Strong feelings to his heart More of man's thoughts and ways than his expe rience Has given him power to teach: and then for courage And enterprise, what perils hath he shunned? What obstacles hath he failed to overcome? Answer these questions, from our common knowl Repair to Liddesdale, and tell the Band I shall be with them in two days, at farthest. [Exit. Enter OSWALD (a bunch of plants in his hand.) Osav. This wood is rich in plants and curious simples. Mar. (looking at them.) The wild rose, and the poppy, and the nightshade: Which is your favorite, Oswald? Osw. That which, while it is Strong to destroy, is also strong to heal. Not yet in sight! · [Looking forward. We'll saunter here awhile; They cannot mount the hill, by us unseen. Mar. (a letter in his hand.) It is no common thing when one like you Performs these delicate services, and therefore I feel myself much bounden to you, Oswald; 'Tis a strange letter this! You saw her write it? - Osw. And saw the tears with which she blotted it. Mar. And nothing less would satisfy him? No less; For that another in his Child's affection To guard the Innocent, he calls us "Outlaws"; And, for yourself, in plain terms he asserts This garb was taken up that indolence Might want no cover, and rapacity Be better fed. Mar. Ne'er may I own the heart That cannot feel for one, helpless as he is. Osw. Thou know'st me for a man not easily moved, Yet was I grievously provoked to think Of what I witnessed. Did not the Soldier tell thee that himself, And others who survived the wreck, beheld The Baron Herbert perish in the waves Upon the coast of Cyprus? Osw. Yes, even so, And I had heard the like before: in sooth, The tale of this his quondam Barony Is cunningly devised; and, on the back The seignories of Herbert are in Devon ; We, neighbors of the Esk and Tweed: 't is much The Arch-impostor Mar. Treat him gently, Oswald ; Though I have never seen his face, methinks, There cannot come a day when I shall cease |