And used it sturdily.-Most reverend Father, AB. It was most sinful, being against the canon [Flourish of Trumpets, answered by a distant sound of Bugles. See, Chandos, Percy-Ha, Saint George! Saint Ed ward! See it descending now, the fatal hail-shower, The storm of England's wrath-sure, swift, resistless, 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! 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 resistless 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 bis 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. 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 Queen 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 the evil place? I see the pennon green of merry Sherwood. K. ED. Then give the signal instant! We have lost 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? 1 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 battle of Bannockburn. We may need good men's prayers.-To the rescue, Lords, to the rescue! ha, Saint George! Saint Edward!! SCENE II. For Edward's men-at-arms will soon be on us, The flower of England, Gascony, and Flanders; But with swift succour we will bide them bravely. [Exeunt. De Vipont, thou look'st sad? 3 A part of the Field of Battle betwixt the two Main Armies. Tumults behind the scenes; alarums, and cries of "Gordon, a Gordon," "Swinton," &c. Enter, as victorious over the English vanguard, VIP. It is because I hold a Templar's sword VIP. Even therefore grieve I for those gallant yeo men, England's peculiar and appropriate sons, Known in no other land. Each boasts his hearth VIP. 'Tis sweet to hear these war-cries sound to- Owing subjection to no human vassalage, Gordon and Swinton. REY. 'Tis passing pleasant, yet 'tis strange withal. Enter SWINTON and GORDON. SwI. Pitch down my pennon in yon holly bush. SwI. Let the men rally, and restore their ranks Had wellnigh born me down, Sir Alan smote him. [To those behind the scenes. 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, His household hearth and sod-built home, as free 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 ana chronism."-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 beautifully, 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 escape 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. GOR. Must I then speak of her to you, Sir Alan? GOR. I penetrate thy purpose; but I go not. GOR. No, thou wilt not command me seek my safety, For such is thy kind meaning-at the expense I would, nay must. Of the last hope which Heaven reserves for Scotland. Thy father in the paths of chivalry, by. GOR. Nay, then, her name is-hark [Whispers. SwI. I know it well, that ancient northern house. SwI. It did, before disasters had untuned me. Shall hush each sad remembrance to oblivion, Or wake the knight to battle; rouse to merriment, What power can stay them? and, our band dispersed, VIP. The noble youth speaks truth; and were he gone, There will not twenty spears be left with us. I do it as the patriarch doom'd his issue; I at my country's, he at Heaven's command; I do not speak it half. Her gift creative, they come ! That music sounds not like thy lady's lute. GOR. Yet shall my lady's name mix with it gaily.— Mount, vassals, couch your lances, and cry, "Gordon ! Gordon for Scotland and Elizabeth!" [Exeunt. Loud Alarums. SCENE III. Another part of the Field of Battle, adjacent to the former Scene. Alarums. Enter SWINTON, followed by SwI. Stand to it yet! The man who flies to-day, VIP. From the main English host come rushing Art thou dismounted too? Pennons enow-ay, and their Royal Standard. Spur to the Regent-show the instant need 1 MS.-"And am I doom'd to yield the sad consent That thus devotes thy life?' Ha, thou knave, HOB. 2 MS.-"O, could there be some lesser sacrifice." SwI. My lamp hath long been dim! But thine, O linger not !-1 'll be your guide to them. young Gordon, Just kindled, to be quench'd so suddenly, Ere Scotland saw its splendour !——— GOR. Five thousand horse hung idly on yon hill, Saw us o'erpower'd, and no one stirr❜d to aid us! SwI. It was the Regent's envy.-Out !-alas! Why blame I him!-It was our civil discord, Our selfish vanity, our jealous hatred, Which framed this day of dole for our poor country.— Had thy brave father held yon leading staff, As well his rank and valour might have claim'd it, We had not fall'n unaided.-How, O how Is he to answer it, whose deed prevented GOR. Alas! alas! the author of the death-feud, He has his reckoning too! for had your sons And num'rous vassals lived, we had lack'd no aid. Swi. May God assoil the dead, and him who follows! We've drank the poison'd beverage which we brew'd: Have sown the wind, and reap'd the tenfold whirlwind! But thou, brave youth, whose nobleness of heart ness, Why should'st thou share our punishment! GOR. All need forgiveness-[distant alarum.]- Did the main battles counter! SwI. Look on the field, brave Gordon, if thou canst, And tell me how the day goes.-But I guess, GOR. All's lost! all 's lost!-Of the main Scottish host, This speech of Swinton's is interpolated on the blank page of the manuscript. GOR. Look there, and bid me fly!-The oak has fall'n; And the young ivy bush, which learn'd to climb By its support, must needs partake its fall. VIP. Swinton? Alas! the best, the bravest, strongest, And sagest of our Scottish chivalry! Forgive one moment, if to save the living, My tongue should wrong the dead.-Gordon, bethink thee, Thou dost but stay to perish with the corpse 2 GOR. Ay, but he was my sire in chivalry. Save thee, De Vipont.-Hark! the Southron trumpets. VIP. Nay, without thee I stir not. Enter EDWARD, CHANDOS, PERCY, BALIOL, &c. GOR. Ay, they come on-the Tyrant and the Traitor, Workman and tool, Plantagenet and Baliol.O for a moment's strength in this poor arm, To do one glorious deed! [He rushes on the English, but is made prisoner with VIPONT. K. ED. Disarm them-harm them not; though it was they Made havoc on the archers of our vanguard, 2 MS." Thou hast small cause to tarry with the corpse. |