He hath had grants of baronies and lordships [To REYNALD.] Hold thou my casque, and furl my Close to the staff. I will not show my crest, I'll wake no civil strife, nor tempt the Gordon VIP. Will he not know your features? Swi. He never saw me. In the distant North, Against his will, 'tis said, his friends detain'd him During his nurture-caring not, belike, To trust a pledge so precious near the Boar-tusks. VIP. When you were friends, I was the friend of It was a natural but needless caution: both, And now I can be enemy to neither; But my poor person, though but slight the aid, Joins on this field the banner of the two Which hath the smallest following. I wage no war with children, for I thir.k VIP. I have thought on it, and will see the Gordon A cross, which binds me to be Christian priest, Swi. Spoke like the generous Knight, who gave up As well as Christian champion.3 God may grant, all, Leading and lordship, in a heathen land To fight, a Christian soldier! Yet, in earnest, I pray, De Vipont, you would join the Gordon In this high battle. "Tis a noble youth, So, fame doth vouch him,-amorous, quick, and va- Takes knighthood, too, this day, and well may use A friend like thee beside him in the fight, VIP. Alas! brave Swinton! Would'st thou train That soon must bring thee to the bay? Your custom, SWI. Why, be it so! I look for nothing else: But I would perish by a noble hand, Enter a PURSUIVANT. That I, at once his father's friend and yours, Swi. When that your priestly zeal, and knightly Shall force the grave to render up the dead. SCENE II. [Exeunt severally. The summit of Halidon Hill, before the Regent's Tent. Council of Scottish Nobles and Chiefs. SUTHERLAND, LEN Nay, Lordings, put no shame upon my counsels. I did but say, if we retired a little, PUR. Sir Knights, to council!-'tis the Regent's We should have fairer field and better vantage. order, That knights and men of leading meet him instantly Before the royal standard. Edward's army Is seen from the hill-summit. SWI. Say to the Regent, we obey his orders. [Exit PURSUIVANT. I've seen King Robert-ay, The Bruce himself- This very hill of Halidon; if we leave it 1 MS.-"Sharply." MS." As we do pass," &c. 3 MS." The cross I wear appoints me Christian priest, As well as Christian warrior," &c. In the MS. the scene terminates with this line. SWI. (apart.) A perilous honour, that allows the Display'd beside us; and beneath its shadow enemy, And such an enemy as this same Edward, To choose our field of battle! He knows how Shall the young gallants, whom we knight this day, LEN. The rear !-why I the rear? The van were [During this speech the debate among the Nobles is For him who fought abreast with Robert Bruce. continued. SwI. (apart.) Discretion hath forsaken Lennox too! SUTH. (aloud.) We will not back one furlong-not The wisdom he was forty years in gathering one yard, No, nor one inch; where'er we find the foe, Or where the foe finds us, there will we fight him. Ross. My Lords, methinks great Morarchat1 has That, if his Northern clans once turn the seam Has left him in an instant. 'Tis contagious SUTH. The Regent hath determined well. The rear rear, Were thy disorder'd followers planted there. SUTH. Then, for that very word, I make a vow, SUTH. Say'st thou, MacDonnell - Add another I will not fight to-day! falsehood, And name when Morarchat was coward or traitor? Thine island race, as chronicles can tell, Were oft affianced to the Southron cause; Ross. Morarchat! thou the leading of the van! SwI. (apart.) Nay, then a stone would speak. Ross (throwing down his Glove.) MacDonnell will With these great Earls and Lords, must needs debate, not peace! There lies my pledge, Proud Morarchat, to witness thee a liar. Let the closed tent conceal your disagreement; MAX. Brought I all Nithsdale from the Western If shepherds wrangle, when the wolf is nigh. LIN. You must determine quickly. Scarce a mile And arrows soon will whistle-the worst sound Half of the ground that parts us.-Onward, Lords; REG. The old Knight counsels well. Let every Lord Or Chief, who leads five hundred men or more, Follow to council-others are excludedWe'll have no vulgar censurers of our conduct— [Looking at SWINTON. Young Gordon, your high rank and numerous following Give you a seat with us, though yet unknighted. GORDON. I pray you, pardon me. My youth's unfit REG. Do as you will; we deign not bid you twice. GOR. (observing Sw1.) That helmetless old Knight, His awful accents of rebuke and wisdom, I will accost him. VIP. Pray you, do not so; Anon I'll give you reason why you should not. 1 Morarchate is the ancient Gaelic designation of the Earls of Sutherland. See ante, page 697, note. 2 Lochwood Castle was the ancient seat of the Johnstones, Lords of Annandale GOR. I will but ask his name. There's in his pre- Of your dear country, hold !-Has Swinton slain your sence Something that works upon me like a spell, Or like the feeling made my childish ear [Accosts SWINTON. SWINTON (shows emotion, but instantly subdues it.) Yet, 'tis a name which ne'er hath been dishonour'd, GOR. There's a mysterious courtesy in this, Swi. Worthy of all that openness and honour VIP. The mystery is needful. Follow me. [They retire behind the side scene. SWI. (looking after them.) 'Tis a brave youth. How blush'd his noble cheek, While youthful modesty, and the embarrassment Enter GORDON,. withheld by VIPONT. father, And must you, therefore, be yourself a parricide, GOR. He hath come here to brave me !-Off! un hand me! Thou canst not be my father's ancient friend, thought Of his high mind was with you; now, his soul Enter MAXWELL from the tent. Swi. How go our councils, Maxwell, may I ask! MAX. As wild, as if the very wind and sea With every breeze and every billow battled For their precedence,1 Swi. Most sure they are possess'd! Some evil spirit, To mock their valour, robs them of discretion. now. GOR. I see the giant form which all men speak of, The stately port-but not the sullen eye, Not the bloodthirsty look, that should belong To him that made me orphan. I shall need To name my father twice ere I can strike At such grey hairs, and face of such command; Yet my hand clenches on my falchion hilt, In token he shall die. VIP. Need I again remind you, that the place Permits not private quarrel? GOR. I'm calm. I will not seek-nay, I will shun it And yet methinks that such debate's the fashion. You've heard how taunts, reproaches, and the lie, VIP. Hold, for the sake of Heaven! O, for the The lie itself, have flown from mouth to mouth; sake 1 "A name unmusical to Volscian ears, And harsh in sound to thine."-Coriolanus. 2 In the MS. the five last lines of Vipont's speech are inter polated. 3 MS.-"You must not here-not where the Royal Stan dard Awaits the attack of Scotland's enemies, As if a band of peasants were disputing Against the common foe-wage private quarrel. He braves you not-his thought is on the event Of this day's field. Stand still and watch him closer." 4 "Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend Which is the mightier."— Hamlet. About a foot-ball match, rather than Chiefs And lack experience; tell me, brave De Vipont, Were ordering a battle. I am young, Is such the fashion of your wars in Palestine? Enter the REGENT and Scottish Lords. VIP. Such it at times hath been; and then the Up to another's guidance, we will abide them Cross Hath sunk before the Crescent. Heaven's cause Even on this bent; and as our troops are rank'd, SwI. (apart.) O, sage discipline, That leaves to chance the marshalling of a battle! VIP. Move him!-Move whom? GOR. Even him, whom, but brief space since, My hand did burn to put to utter silence. VIP. I'll move it to him.-Swinton, speak to them. They lack thy counsel sorely. SwI. Had I the thousand spears which once I led, I had not thus been silent. But men's wisdom VIP. Heaven acts by human means. The artist's Of sixty lances, who seeks words of weight? skill Supplies in war, as in mechanic crafts, Deficiency of tools. There's courage, wisdom, To counterpoise the odds 'twixt that ruled host GOR. (steps forward.) Swinton, there's that of wisdom on thy brow, And valour in thine eye, and that of peril In this most urgent hour, that bids me say,- Swi. Nay, if that voice commands me, speak I will; GOR. I guess, but dare not ask.-What band is It sounds as if the dead lays charge on me. yonder, Arranged so closely as the English discipline Hath marshall'd their best files? VIP. Know'st thou not the pennon ? One day, perhaps, thou 'lt see it all too closely;- GOR. These, then, are his,--the relics of his power; [Muses. VIP. (apart.) High blood and mettle, mix'd with Sparkle in this brave youth. If he survive Commingled strangely in that steady gaze? of the stage. REG. (TO LENNOX, with whom he has been consulting.) SwI. A poor Knight of these Marches, good my Alan of Swinton, who hath kept a house here, He and his ancestry, since the old days Of Malcolm, called the Maiden. [field, REG. You have brought here, even to this pitched I think some sixty spears, Sir Knight of Swinton; Swi. I brought each man I had; and Chief, or Earl, MAX. The storm is laid at length amongst these I never more will offer word of counsel. See, they come forth. SwI. And it is more than time; For I can mark the vanguard archery LEN. Hear him, my Lord; it is the noble SwintonHe hath had high experience. Handling their quivers-bending up their bows. I do beseech you, hear him. JOHN. Ay, hear the Swinton-hear stout old Sir I've done such work before, and love it well; Alan; Maxwell and Johnstone both agree for once. REG. Where 's your impatience now? SwI. "Tis a proud word to speak; but he who Long under Robert Bruce, may something guess, [ye All idly and in vain their branchy horns, As we shall shake our unavailing spears. If 'tis your pleasure to give me the leading, And when shall Scotsman, till the last loud trumpet, LEN. This is the shortest road to bandy blows; REG. And if your scheme secure not victory,2 SWI. REG. Tush, tell not me! If their shot fall like hail, While our good blades are faithful to the hilts, SwI. Never did armourer temper steel on stithy Against a wasp-sting. REG. Who fears a wasp-sting? And our good hands to these good blades are faithful, I, my Lord, fear none; (If one, among the guilty guiltiest, might,) Yet should a wise man brush the insect off, Or he may smart for it. For this one day to charm to ten hours' rest REG. We'll keep the hill; it is the vantage-ground That gnaws our vexed hearts-think no one foe When the main battle joins. SwI. It ne'er will join, while their light archery In battle-knowledge. Keep the hill, my Lord, 1 MS." guard as thick." 2 "The generous abandonment of private dissension, on the part of Gordon, which the historian has described as a momentary impulse, is depicted by the dramatist with great skill and knowledge of human feeling, as the result of many powerful and conflicting emotions. He has, we think, been very successful in his attempt to express the hesitating, and sometimes retrograde movements of a young and ardent mind, in its transition from the first glow of indignation against his Save Edward and his host:-days will remain,3 To avenge old feuds or struggles for precedence ;- If there is any here may claim from me That my old arm may achieve for the dear country |