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[ T is cowls like mine which hide them. 'Mongst the
War 's the rash reaper, who thrusts in his sickle
And ten, which I have seen, I have outlived
Well nigh two generations of our nobles.
The race which holds yon summit is the third.
VIPONT. The northern side of the eminence of Halidon. The Thou mayst outlive them also. back scene represents the summit of the ascent, occu
PRIOR. pied by the rear-guard of the Scottish Army. Bodies
Heaven forefend! of armed Men appear as advancing from differ- My prayer shall be, that Heaven will close my eyes, ent points to join the main Body.
Before they look upon the wrath to come. Enter De Vipont and the Prior of MAISON-DIEU. •
Retire, retire, good father! – Pray for Scotland-
Think not on me. Here comes an ancient friend, No farther, father-here I need no guidance
Brother in arms, with whom to-day I 'll join me. I have already brought your peaceful step
Back to your choir, assemble all your brotherhood, Too near the verge of battle.
And weary Heaven with prayers for victory.
Heaven's blessing rest with thee, Before I say farewell. The honour'd sword
Champion of Heaven, and of thy suffering country! That fought so well in Syria should not wave
(Exit PRIOR. VIPont draws a little aside, and Amid the ignoble crowd.
lets down the beaver of his helmet. VIPONT. Each spot is noble in a pitched field,
Enter Swinton, followed by Reynald and others, to So that a man has room to fight and fall on't.
whom he speaks as he enters, But I shall find out friends. "T is scarce twelve years
Assign our band its station in the host.
That must be by the standard. We have had.
That right since good Saint David's reign at least. Alas! there have been changes since that time; Fain would I see the Marcher would dispute it. The royal Bruce, with Randolph, Douglas, Grahame,
There is his place of honour, and there only
His valour can win worship. Thou 'rt of those,
Who would have war's deep art bean the wild semThat while I look'd on many a well-known crest
blavce And blazon'd shield, as hitherward we came,
Of some disorder'd hunting, where, pell-mell, The faces of the barons who display'd them
Each trusting to the swiftness of his horse, Were all unknown to me. Brave youths they seem'd;
Gallants press on to see the quarry fall. Fet, surely fitter to adorn the tilt-yard,
Yon steel-clad southrons, Reynald, are no deer; Than to be leaders of a war. Their followers,
And England's Edward is no stag at bay. Young like themselves, seem like themselves unprac
VIPONT (advancing). tised
There needed not, to blazon forth the Swinton,
His ancient burgonet, the sable Boar
Chain'd to the goarled oak,-nor his proud step, I cannot gaze on 't with undazzled cye,
Nor giant stature, nor the ponderous mace, hotlick the rays dart back from shield and helmet, Which only he of Scotland's realm can wield: And sword and battle-axe, and spear and pennon.
His discipline and wisdom mark the leader, fare 't is a gallant show! The Bruce himself
As doth his frame the champion. Hail, brave Swinton! Jath often conquer'd at the head of fewer
SWINTON. And worse appointed followers.
Brave Templar, thanks ! Such your cross'd shoulder VIPONT.
speaks you; Ly, but 't was Bruce that led them. Reverend Father, But the closed visor, which conceals your features, I is not the falchion's weight decides a combat; Forbids more knowledge. Umfraville, perhapst is the strong and skilful hand that wields it.
VIPONT (unclosing his helmet). Il fate, that we should lack the noble king,
No ; one less worthy of our sacred order. ind all his champions now! Time call'd them nota
Yet, unless Syrian suns have scorch'd my features for when I parted hence for Palestine,
Swart as my sable visor, Alan Swinton le brows of most were free from grizzled hair. Will welcome Symon Vipont. PRIOR.
SWINTON (embracing him). oo true, alas! But well you know, in Scotland,
As the blitbe reaper few hairs are silver'd underneath the helmet; Welcomes a practised mate, when the ripe harvest
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Framers but moster eyes, They are avenged ; s e mc cil ter were-all the proud Gordon
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see on the changed with the rest.- We had been friends,
Tai karte banquet and the chase together,
F ire at fead, sises, sith the mighty Gordon ? Ba d it rins. Tiere $ € a boy
SVINTOX. Left in mind toe om bus sure th e bendir fent Here in this Border-land. To bens a sud-here s set a man beid H ere ne sire's quarrels descend upon the soo,
! be a part of his inheritance
As the stroag cascle and the ancient Blazon, i ere parite vengeance holds the scales of justice,
l agniag each drop of blood as scrupulously And roader baita cempied
k Jews oe Lombards balance silver pence,
Not in this land, twist Solway and Saint Abb's, A thousand fouever- ch, with friends at fins Bares a bitterer fead than mine and theirs,
The Sviaton and che Gordon. | Abies and make them wert wat so lead
TIPOят. A thousand founters s ent to sixty homes
You, with some threescore lances—and the Gordon la twelve years' space- o the brave seas, Sir Alan, Leading a thousand followers. Alas. I fear to ask
Tog rate bim far too low. Since you sought Palestine, All shain, De Vipont. In my empts bome
He bach had grants of barovies and lordslips A pony babe lisps, to a vidow modur.
In the far-distant North A thousand horse « Where is my grandsite wherefore do you weep His wathers friends and, rassals always namber'd. Bat for that pratiler, Lraisas boase is beirless. Add Badenoch kerne, and horse from Dee and Spet, I'm an oki oak, from with the foresters
Ile 'll count a thousand more.–And now, De Vipon, Have herd four goodly booghs, and left beside me the Boar-beads seem in your eyes less worthy, .. Only a sapang, which the fun may crash
For lack of followers-seek yonder standard| As be springs over it
Thę bounding Stag, with a brave bost aroand it: TIPOST.
There the young Gordon makes his earliest field, Ait shain-alas! . .
And pants to win his spurs. His father's friend, SVETOS.
is well as mine, thou wert-go, join his pennon, Ay, all, De Vipont. And their attributes,
And grace him with thy presence. | Jobo with the Long Spear-Archibald with the Are
VIPONT. - Richard the Ready-and my youngest darling
When you were friends, I was the friend of both, · My Fair-buired William-do but nos survive
dod nor I can be enemy to neither; Ja measures which the gray-haird miastrels sing Bat my poor persoo, though but slight the aid, When they make maidens weep.
| Joins on this field the banner of the two VIPONT.
Which hath the smallest following These vars with England, they have rooted out
SWINTOS. · The flowers of Christendom. Knighes, vbo might win Spoke like the generous knight, who gave up all,
The sepulchre of Christ from the rude beachen, Learling and lordship. in a heathen land
To fight a christian soldier-vel, s earnest,
I pray, De Vipoal, you would join the Gordoa
His spurs too rashly in the wish to win them. 1. Of their dear country-but in private feud
A friend like thee beside him ia the fight, With the proud Gordon, fell my Long-speard John, Were worth a hundred spears, to rein his ralour He with the Ave, and he men calld the Ready,
And temper it with prudence :-i is the aged eagle
With eye undazzled.
hat soon must bring thee to the bay? Your custom,
. . LENNOX.
I did but say, if we retired a little,
We should have fairer field and belter vantage.
I've seen King Robert-ay, the Bruce himselfly part was acted when I slew his father,
Retreat six leagues in length, and think no shame on 'e. venging my four sons—Young Gordon's sword,
REGENT. fit should find my heart, can ne'er inflict there. Ay, but King Edward sent a haughty message, pang so poignant as his father's did.
Defying us to battle on this field, ut I would perish by a noble hand,
This very hill of Halidon; if we leave it nd such will his be if he bear bim nobly, .
Uofought withal, it squares not with our honour. lobly and wisely on this field of Halidon.
.. SWINTON (apart). Enter a PURSUIVANT.
A perilous honour, that allows the enemy,
And such an enemy as this same Edward, -
To chuse our field of battle! He knows how ir Knights, io council !—'t is the Regent's order, . .
To make our Scottish pride betray its master 'bat knights and men of leading meet him instantly T Into the pitfall, lefore the royal standard. Edward's army
: . [During this speech the debate among the s seen from the hill-summit.
Nobles seems to continue.
SUTHERLAND (aloud). ay to the Regent, we obey his orders.
We will not back one furlong-not one yard, . . (Exit PURSUIVANT.
No, nor one inch ; where'er we find the foe, To REYNALD. Hold thou my casque, and furl my or where the foe finds us, there will we fight him. pennop up
Retreat will dull the spirit of our followers, lose to the staff. I will not show my crest,
Who now stand prompt for battle. for standard, till the common foe shall challenge
- ROSS. them.
My lords, methinks great Morarchat has doubts, I'll wake no civil strife, nor tempt the Gordon . That, if his northern clans once turn the seam Nith aught that's like defiance.
Of their check'd hose behind, it will be hard - VIPONT.
To halt and rally them.: : :
Say'st thou, Mac-Donnell !Add another falsehood, He never saw me. In the distant north, .
And name when Morarchat was coward or traitor! Agaiost his will 't is said, his friends detain'd him . Thine island race, as chronicles can tell, . 1 During his purture-caring not, belike,
Were oft affianced to the southron cause; To trust a pledge so precious near the Boar-tusks,
Loving the weight and temper of their gold, It was a natural but needless caution:
More than the weight and temper of their steel. wage no war with children, for I think ?
. . REGÉNT. Too deeply on mine own.
; . 1 .'
Peace, my lords, ho! . ...
Ross (throwing down his glove).
| Mac-Donnell will not peace! There lies my pledge, As we go hence to council. I do bear
Proud Morarchat, to witness thee a liar. A cross, which binds me to be christian priest,
• MAXWELL. As well as christian champion. God may grant,
Brought I all Nithsdale from the Western Border; That), at once his father's friend and yours,
Left I my towers exposed to foraying England,
And thieving Annandale, to see such misrale?
Who speaks of Annandale? Dare Maxwell slander Shall foree the grave to render up the dead.
The gentle house of Lochwood ? . (Exeunt severally
Peace, lordings, once again. We represent
| The Majesty of Scotland-in our presence The summit of Halidon Hill, before the Regent's Tent. Brawling is treason.
The Royal Standard of Scotland is seen in the back . . SUTHERLAND. ground, with the Pennons and Banners of the prin- Were it in presence of the king himself, cipal Nobles around it.
What should prevent my saying-Council of Scottish Nobles and Chiefs. SUTHERLAND,
Enter LindeSAY. Ross, LENNOX, MAXWELL, and other Nobles of the. highest rank, are close to the Regent's person, and in the act of keen debate. VIPont, with GORDON You must determine quickly. Scarce a mile and others, remain grouped, at some distance on the Parts our van-guard from Edward's. On the plain, right hand of the stage. On the left, standing also Bright gleams of armour flash through clouds of dust, apart, is Swinton, alone and bare-headed. The Like stars through frost-mist-steeds neigh, and weaNobles are dressed in Highland or Lowland habits, pons clashas historical costume requires. Trumpets, Heralds, And arrows soon will whistle-the worst sound etc. are in attendance.
That waits on English war. You must determine.
I will but ask his name. There's in his presence
Doat upon tales of superstitious dread,
Attracting while they chill'd my heart with fear.
I'll know who this man is-Discretion hath forsaken Lennox too!
[Accosts SPINTOS The wisdom he was forty years in gathering
Sir Knight, I pray you, of your gentle courtesy, Has left him in an instant., 'Tis contagious
To tell your honqur'd name. I am ashamed,
Being unknown in arms, to say that mine
Is Adam Gordon.
ŚWINTON (shows emotion, but instantly subdues it). Suits him the best who counsell'd our retreat. It is a name that soundeih in my car "LENNOX, . .
Like to a death-knell-ay, and like the call Proud northeru thane, the van were soon the rear, Of the shrill trumpet to the mortal lists; Werc'thy disorder'd followers planted there."
Yet 't is a name which ne'er hath been dishonour'd, SUTHERLAND.
And never will, I trust-most surely never . Ther, for that very word, I make a vow,
By such a youth as thou. By my broad earldom and my father's soul,
GORDON. That if I have not leading of the van,
There's a mysterious courtesy in this, ... I will not fight to-day!
And yet it yields no answer to my question. -
I trust, you hold the Gordon not unworthy
To know the name he asks ?
Worthy of all that openness and honour
May show to friend or foe—but, for my name, (Addresses the REGent.) May't please your grace, Vipont will show it you; and, if it sound And yours, great lords, lo hear an old man's counsel, Harsh in your ear, remember that it knells there That hath seen fights cnow. These open bickerings But at your own request. This day, at least, Dishearten all our host. If that your grace,
Though seldom wont to keep it in concealment, With these great earls and lords, must needs debate, As there's no cause I should, you had not heard it Let the closed tent conceal your disagreement;
GORDON. Else 't will be said, ill fares it with the flock,
The mystery is needful. Follow me. .
[They retire behind the side Scene! Or chief, who leads five hundred men or more,
SWINTON (looking after them). Follow to council--others are excluded
| 'T is a brave youth. How blush'd his noble cheek, We'll have no vulgar censurers of our conduct. While youthful modesty, and the embarrassment
(Looking at Swinton. Of curiosity, combined with wonder,
Into revenge's glow. How slow is Vipont! -
I wait the issue, as I've seen spectators
When the slow gunner, with his lighted match,
Approach'd the charged cannon, in the act
To waken its dread slumbers.- Now't is out;
He draws his sword, and rushes towards me,
Who will nor seek nor shun him.
Enter GORDON, withheld by VIPONT.
Hold, for the sake of Heaven !-0, for the sake
Of your dear country, hold!-Has Swinton slain your Have caught my fancy strangely. He doth seem
father, Like to some visiou'd form which I have dream'd of, And must you, therefore, be yourself a parricide, But never saw with waking eyes till now.
And stand recorded as the selfish traitor, * I will accost him.
Who, in fier hour of need, his country's cause
Deserts, that he may wreak a private wrong?ook to yon banner-That is Scotland's standard; dok to the Regent-he is Scotland's general; ook to the English--they are Scotland's foemen! lethink thee, then, thou art a son of Scotland, Ind thiok on nought beside. .
GORDON. le bath come here to brave me!-Off!-Unhand me!Thou canst not be my father's ancient friend, That stand'st 'twixt me and him who slew my father.
VIPONT. Pou know not Swinton. Scarce one passing thought Of his high mind was with you; now, his soul s fixed on this day's battle. You might slay him It unawares before he saw your blade drawn.stand still, and watch him close. . Enter Maxwell from the Tent.
SWINTON. . . .
VIPONT (tu GORDON).
Broken, disjointed, as the tumbling šarges
(Swinton and MAXWELL return from the
MAXWELL: The storm is laid at length amongst these counsellors;- 1 See, they come forth.
And it is more than time; For I can mark the van-guard archery l landling their quivers--bending up their bows.
Enter the Regent and Scottish Lords.
O, sage discipline That teaves to chance the marshalling of a batde!
* GORDON. Move him to speech, De Vipont.