[GORDON shows much emotion during this And order is destroy'd-we 'll keep the battle-rank Be faithful, brave, and O, be fortunate, [The trumpets sound; the Heralds ery Where be those youths seek knighthood from our We 'll to the Standard; knights shall there be made sword? HER. Here are the Gordon, Somerville, and Hay, Who will with better reason crave your clamour. Here's Maxwell and myself think it worth noting. I pray your Grace, forgive me. Let the best knight, and let the sagest leader,REG. How! seek you not for knighthood? So Gordon quotes the man who slew his father,GOR. But, pardon me 'tis from another sword. I do thirst for 't. With his old pedigree and heavy mace, REG. It is your Sovereign's-seek you for a worthier? How small soever-not the general stream, [Kneels. REG. Degenerate boy! Abject at once and insolent! See, Lords, he kneels to him that slew his father! GOR. (starting up.) Shame be on him, who speaks such shameful word! Shame be on him, whose tongue would sow dissen- When most the time demands that native Scotsmen GOR. Lord Regent, you mistake; for if Sir Alan REG. Why, God ha' mercy! This is of a piece. Ross. The Border cockerel fain would be on 'Tis safe to be prepared for fight or flight: GOR. Hearken, proud Chief of Isles! Within my I have two hundred horse; two hundred riders SwI. (interrupting him.) Youth, since you crave me Into the dust a thousand of your Redshanks, To be your sire in chivalry, I remind you GOR. You task me justly, and I crave his pardon, But by the thought, that in our country's battle And once more kneel to him to sue for knighthood. Alas! brave youth, 'tis I should kneel to you, Nor count it a day's service. SWI. Hear I this From thee, young man, and on the day of battle? GOR. 'Twas he that urged me; but I am rebuked. 'Tis mongrel curs that snatch at mate or master. I bid you, in the name of good King David. Swi. In the MS. this speech and the next are interpolated. Lennox, mine ancient friend, and honour'd lord, Farewell, I think, for ever! Swi. An ancient friend?--a most notorious knave, LEN. Farewell, brave friend!-and farewell, noble Before my castle, these ten months and more. Whose sun will be eclipsed even as it rises! The Regent will not aid you. Was it not you who drove from Simprim-mains, SwI. We will so bear us, that as soon the blood- Upon the English flank, where they'll find spoil hound Shall halt, and take no part, what time his comrade Is grappling with the deer, as he stand still, And see us overmatch'd. Is worth six hundred beeves? Swi.. Why, thou canst do it, knave. I would not trust thee With one poor bullock; yet would risk my life, LEN. Alas! thou dost not know how mean his And all my followers, on thine honest guidance. pride is, HOB. There is a dingle, and a most discreet one, GOR. Thou, Swinton?-no!-that cannot, cannot On, thou false thief, but yet most faithful Scotsman! be. SWI. Then change the phrase, and say, that while we live, Gordon shall be my son. If thou art fatherless, VIP. How will you act? [To SWINTON.] The Gor- Are in the rearward left, I think, in scorn- scend Sidelong the hill-some winding path there must be- [HOB HATTELY starts up from a Thicket. HOB. So here he stands.-An ancient friend, Sir Alan. Hob Hattely, or, if you like it better, Hob of the Heron Plume, here stands your guide. 1 MS." But, once extinguish'd, it is quench'd for ever, And spring shall hide the blackness of its ashes." Even as the artist, sir, whose name offends you, On yon hill side, like a Leviathan Sits prosing o'er his can, until the trap fall, Announcing that the vermin are secured, And then 'tis up, and on them. That's stranded on the shallows, then had soul in 't, PER. Chandos, you give your tongue too bold a By wild convulsions, that some life remains in 't. license. CHA. Percy, am a necessary evil. King Edward would not want me, if he could, AB. CHA. I thank you, Father, filially. 1hough but a truant son of Holy Church, I would not choose to undergo her censures, I'll make fair composition. K. ED. True, they had once a head; and 'twas a wise, Although a rebel head. AB. (bowing to the KING.) Would he were here! we should find one to match him. K. ED. There's something in that wish which wakes an echo Within my bosom. Yet it is as well, K. ED. (sharply.) Go look your breviary. CHA. (apart.) The Abbot has it-Edward will not answer On that nice point. We must observe his humour.- AB. No composition; I'll have all, or none. chance, And trust my sinful soul to Heaven's mercy, AB. Impious-impenitent- And turn'd men's beds to biers? K. ED. Ay, by Saint Edward!--I escaped right nearly. I was a soldier then for holidays, And slept not in mine armour: my safe rest Hush! the King-the King! Was startled by the cry of "Douglas! Douglas!" Enter KING EDWARD, attended by BALIOL and others. Yet join'd the vanguard? CHA. They are marching thither. K. ED. Bid them make haste, for shame-send a quick rider. The loitering knaves! were it to steal my venison, AB. I've had a lecture from my Lord of Chandos, CHA. O, I will prove it, sir!-These skipping Scots Have changed a dozen times 'twixt Bruce and Baliol, Quitting each House when it began to totter; They're fierce and cunning, treacherous, too, as rats, And we, as such, will smoke them in their fastnesses. K. ED. These rats have seen your back, my Lord of Chandos, And noble Percy's too. PER. Ay; but the mass which now lies weltering Enter an Officer, who whispers the KING. K. ED. Say to him,-thus-and thus [Whaspers AB. That Swinton's dead. A monk of ours re ported, Bound homeward from St. Ninian's pilgrimage, PER. Father, and if your house stood on our borders, You might have cause to know that Swinton lives, And is on horseback yet. CHA. He slew the Gordon, That's all the difference-a very trifle. AB. Trifling to those who wage a war more noble Than with the arm of flesh. CHA. (apart.) The Abbot's vex'd, I'll rub the sore for him. (Aloud.) I have seen priests that used that arm of flesh, And used it sturdily.-Most reverend Father, AB. It was most sinful, being against the canon [Flourish of Trumpets, answered by a distan sound of Bugles. See, Chandos, Percy-Ha, Saint George! Saint Ed ward! See it descending now, the fatal hail-shower, K. ED. (overhearing the last words.) Who may rue? Which no mail-coat can brook.-Brave English hearts' And what is to be rued? How close they shoot together!-as one eye CHA. (apart.) I'll match his Reverence for the tithes Had aim'd five thousand shafts-as if one hand of Everingham. -The Abbot says, my Liege, the deed was sinful, And that he suffers for 't in purgatory. Had loosed five thousand bow-strings! PER. K. ED. It falls on those shall see the sun no more. K. ED. (to the ABBOT.) Say'st thou my chaplain is The winged, the resistiess plague1 is with them. in purgatory? AB. It is the canon speaks it, good my Liege. K. ED. In purgatory! thou shalt pray him out on't, AB. My Lord, perchance his soul is past the aid How their vex'd host is reeling to and fro, PER. Horses and riders are going down together. 'Tis almost pity to see nobles fall, K. ED. And if I thought my faithful chaplain And by a peasant's arrow. Thou shouldst there join him, priest !—Go, watch, fast, Although they are my rebels. pray, And let me have such prayers as will storm Heaven- The tithes of Everingham? K. ED. I tell thee, if thou bear'st the keys of Abbot, thou shalt not turn a bolt with them AB. (to CHA.) We will compound, and grant thee, I' the next indulgence. Thou dost need it much, I could weep them, CHA. (aside to PER.) His conquerors, he means, who cast him out From his usurped kingdom.-(Aloud.) 'Tis the worst That knights can claim small honour in the field K. ED. The battle is not ended. [Looks towards Not ended?-scarce begun! What horse are these, PER. They're Hainaulters, the followers of Queer. K. ED. (hastily.) Hainaulters!-thou art blind- CHA. Enough—we're friends, and when occasion Saint Andrew's silver cross?—or would they charge serves, I will strike in.——— [Looks as if towards the Scottish Army. K. ED. Answer, proud Abbot; is my chaplain's soul, If thou knowest aught on 't, in th⚫ evil place? I see the pennon green of merry Sherwood. K. ED. Then give the signal instant! We have Iost But too much time already AB. My Liege, your holy chaplain's blessed soulK. ED. To hell with it and thee! Is this a time To speak of monks and chaplains? MS.-"The viewless, the resistless plague," &c. 2 The well-known expression by which Robert Bruce cen Full on our archers, and make havoc of them ?-- RIBA. Most royal Liege K. ED. A rose hath fallen from thy chaplet,' RIBA. I'll win it back, or lay my head beside it. K. ED. Saint George! Saint Edward! Gentlemen, And to the rescue!-Percy, lead the bill-men; sured the negligence of Randolph, for permitting an English body of cavalry to pass his flank on the day preceding the bat tle of Bannockburn. Enter, as victorious over the English vanguard, VIPONT, REYNALD, and others. For Edward's men-at-arms will soon be on us, VIP. It is because I hold a Templar's sword SwI. The blood of English archers-what can gild A Scottish blade more bravely? VIP. Even therefore grieve I for those gallant yeo men, England's peculiar and appropriate sons, VIP. 'Tis sweet to hear these war-cries sound to- Owing subjection to no human vassalage, gether, Gordon and Swinton. REY. 'Tis passing pleasant, yet 'tis strange withal. Faith, when at first I heard the Gordon's slogan Sounded so near me, I had nigh struck down The knave who cried it." Enter SWINTON and GORDON. Swi. Pitch down my pennon in yon holly bush. GOR. Mine in the thorn beside it; let them wave, As fought this morn their masters, side by side. SwI. Let the men rally, and restore their ranks Had wellnigh born me down, Sir Alan smote him. [To those behind the scenes. Why do you let my noble steed stand stiffening After so hot a course? Save to their King and law. Hence are they resolute. As men who know the blessings they defend. GOR. And if I live and see my halls again, Swi. [Exit VIPONT Now will I counsel thee; The Templar's ear is for no tale of love, Swi. Ay, breathe your horses, they'll have work When the pure ray gleams through them.— anon, 1 "In the second act, after the English nobles have amused themselves in some trifling conversation with the Abbot of Walthamstow, Edward is introduced; and his proud courageous temper and short manner are very admirably delineated though, if our historical recollections do not fail us, it is more completely the picture of Longshanks than that of the third Edward. We conceive it to be extremely probable that Sir Walter Scott had resolved to commemorate some of the events in the life of Wallace, and had already sketched that hero, and a Templar, and Edward the First, when his eye glanced over the description of Homildon Hill, in Pinkerton's History of Scotland; that, being pleased with the characters of Swinton and Gordon, he transferred his Wallace to Swinton; and that, for the sake of retaining his portrait of Edward, as there happened to be a Gordon and a Douglas at the battle of Halidoun in the time of Edward the Third, and there was so much similarity in the circumstances of the contest, he preserved his Edward as Edward the Third, Hath thy Elizabeth no other name? 5 retaining also his old Knight Templar, in defiance of the anachronism."-Monthly Review, July, 1822. 2 The MS. adds-"such was my surprise." 3 "While thus enjoying a breathing time, Swinton observes the thoughtful countenance of De Vipont. See what follows. Were ever England and Englishmen more nobly, more beauti fully, more justly characterized, than by the latter, or was patriotic feeling ever better sustained than by the former and his brave companion in arms?"-New Edinburgh Review. 4 "There wanted but a little of the tender passion to make this youth every way a hero of romance. But the poem has no ladies. How admirably is this defect supplied! In his enthusiastic anticipation of prosperity, he allows a name to es cape him."-New Edinburgh Review. 5 "Amid the confusion and din of the battle, the reader is unexpectedly greeted with a dialogue, which breathes indeed the soft sounds of the lute in the clang of trumpets."— Monthly Review. |