Lady T. You are a great bear, I'm sure, to abuse my relations. Sir P. Now may all the plagues of marriage be doubled on me, if ever I try to be friends with you any more. Lady T. So much the better. Sir P. No, no, madam: 'tis evident you never cared a pin for me, and I was a madman to marry you—a pert, rural coquette, that had refused half the honest squires in the neighborhood. Lady T. And I am sure I was a fool to marry you—an old dangling bachelor, who was single at fifty, only because he never could meet with any one who would have him. [ Crosses L. Sir P. Ay, ay, madam; but you were pleased enough to listen to me: you never had such an offer before. Lady T. No! didn't I refuse Sir Tivy Terrier, who everybody said would have been a better match? for his estate is just as good as yours, and he has broke his neck since we have been married. [Crosses R. You are an un Sir P. I have done with you, madam! feeling, ungrateful-but there's an end of every thing. I believe you capable of every thing that is bad. Yes, madam, I now believe the reports relative to you and Charles, madam. Yes, madam, you and Charles are-not without grounds. Lady T. Take care, Sir Peter! you had better not insinuate any such thing! I'll not be suspected without cause, I promise you. Sir P. Very well, madam! very well! A separate maintenance as soon as you please! Yes, madam, or a divorce!—I'll make an example of myself for the benefit of all old bachelors. Lady T. Agreed! agreed! And now, my dear Sir Peter, we are of a mind once more, we may be the happiest couple—and never differ again, you know-ha! ha! ha! Well, you are going to be in a passion, I see, and I shall only interrupt you; so, bye-bye. [Exit LADY TEAZLE. Can't I make her angry Sir P. Plagues and tortures! either? Oh, I am the most miserable fellow! But I'll not bear her presuming to keep her temper: no! she may break my heart, but she sha'n't keep her temper. [Exit. CCIX.-FROM THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Characters-KING JAMES, RODERIC DHU. SCOTT. Scene. A rock, with a watch-fire burning near it. A Scotch Highlander, Roderic Dhu, wrapped in his tartan, is discovered sleeping by it. [Enter King James in a warrior's garb.] Roderic. [Grasping his sword and springing on his feet.] Thy name and purpose, Saxon?-Stand! James. A stranger. Rod. What dost thou require ? James. Rest and a guide, and food and fire. My life's beset, my path is lost, The gale has chilled my limbs with frost. Rod. Art thou a friend to Roderic? Rod. Thou dost not call thyself his foe? James. I dare, to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand. Rod. Bold words! But, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim: Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, Who ever cared where, how, or when The prowling fox was trapped or slain ? Thus treacherous scouts,-yet sure they lie, Who say thou comest a secret spy. James. They do, by Heaven! Come Roderic Dhu, And of his clan the boldest two, And, let me but till morning rest, I'll write the falsehood on their crest. Rod. If by the blaze I mark aright, Thou bearest the belt and spur of knight. James. Then by these tokens mayst thou know Each proud oppressor's mortal foe. Rod. Enough, enough: sit down and share A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare. [They sit down and eat together, and in a few minutes the soldier continues the conversation.] Rod. Stranger, I am to Roderic Dhu, A clansman born, a kinsman true: To assail a wearied man were shame, Through watch and ward till break of day, From thence thy warrant is thy sword. James. I take thy courtesy, by Heaven, As freely as 'tis nobly given. Rod. Why seek these wilds, traversed by few, Without a pass from Roderic Dhu? James. Brave man, my pass, in danger tried, Hangs in my belt, and by my side. Yet sooth to tell, though naught I dread, I dreamed not now to claim its aid. Rod. Yet, why a second venture try? Slight cause will then suffice to guide The merry glance of mountain maid: Or, if a path be dangerous known, Rod. Thy secret keep: I urge thee not, Say, heard you not of lowland war, James. No, by my word; of bands prepared Their pennons will abroad be flung, Which else in Doune had peaceful hung. Rod. Free be they flung! for we are loath Their silken folds should feed the moth. Free be they flung! as free shall wave Clan Alpine's pine in banner brave. But, stranger, peaceful since you came, Bewildered in the mountain game, Whence the bold boast, by which we know Vich Alpine's vowed and mortal foe? James. Warrior, but yester morn, I knew Who in the regent's court and sight, Rod. [Frowning, and both rising hastily.] James. Still it was outrage: yet, 'tis true, Not then claimed sovereignty his due: Wrenching from ruined lowland swain Rod. Saxon, from yonder mountain high, For fattened steer, or household bread: While of ten thousand herds, there strays The Gael, of plain and river heir, Shall, with strong hand, redeem his share. Seek other cause 'gainst Roderic Dhu. James. Thinks thou no other could be brought? Rod. As a reward to rashness due: |