Without the death of such illustrious knights, Grey, Sir Harry Hastings, and the valiant Pembroke. Raby. O, that my name I might have prov'd my love by dying for her. Sir Hub. But few of noble blood. But the brave youth who gain'd bright glory's palm; The flower of knighthood, and the plume of war, Who bore its banner foremost in the field, Yet conquer'd more by mercy than the sword, El. Raby. Then he lives? (Aside.) Did he? Did Percy? O, gallant youth, then I'm thy foe no more; tears: They grace the grave of glory where he lies. He died the death of honour. El. Saidst thou-died? Sir Hub. Beneath the towers of Solyma he fell. El. Sir Hub. Look to the lady. Raby. Oh! (ELWINA faints in her father's arms. Gentle knight, retire— "Tis an infirmity of nature in her. She ever mourns at any tale of blood; She will be well anon-meantime, Sir Hubert, You'll grace our castle with your friendly so journ. Sir Hub. I must return with speed-health to the lady! [Exit HUBERT. Raby. Look up, Elwina. Should her husband come! Yet she revives not. Doug. Enter DOUGLAS. Ha! Elwina fainting? My lord, I fear you have too harshly chid her. My love! (He takes her hand.) Douglas here? My father and my husband!-0, for pity. [Exit ELWINA, casting a look of anguish on both. Doug. Now, now confess she well deserves my vengeance! Before my face to call upon my foe! Raby. Upon a foe who has no power to hurt thee. Earl Percy's slain. Doug. I live again. But hold Did she not weep? She did, and wept for Percy. And not the grave can bury my resentment. Raby. Release young Harcourt, let him see Elwina, Doug. By heav'n, thou counsel'st well: it shall be done. Go, set him free, and let him have admittance Raby. Farewell, Douglas. Shew thou believ'st her faithful, and she'll prove so. [Exit RABY. Doug. Northumberland is dead-that thought is peace! Her heart may yet be mine; transporting hope! And I'll be milder than a summer's breeze. ACT III. SCENE-A Garden at Raby Castle, with a Bower. Enter PERCY and SIR HUBERT. Sir Hub. O PERCY! that thou liv'st, and art return'd, More joys my soul than all the mighty conquests Per. I've told thee, good Sir Hubert, by what wonder I was preserv'd, though number'd with the slain. Per. 'Twas heav'n's immediate work! But let me now indulge a dearer joy, Here I repeat my vow. Sir Hub. Is this the man Beneath whose single arm an host was crush'd? Which, when we view the scenes of early passion, Fiction to truth; and breath and voice to words Sir Hub. I should not be believ'd in Percy's camp, If I should tell them that their gallant leader, The bold Northumberland, the British Mars, Renouncing war, dissolv'd in amorous wishes, Loiter'd in shades, and pin'd in rosy bowers, To catch a transient glance of two bright eyes. Per. Enough of conquest, and enough of war! Ambition's cloy'd-the heart resumes its rights. When England's king and England's good requir'd, This arm not idly the keen falchion bore. Enough-for vaunting misbecomes a soldier. I live, I am return'd-am near Elwina! Seest thou those turrets? Yes, that castle holds her. But wherefore tell thee this? for thou hast seen her. How look'd, what said she? Did she hear the tale Of my imagin'd death without emotion? Sir Hub. Percy, thou hast seen the musk-rose newly blown Disclose its bashful beauties to the sun; Per. So tender, and so true! Sir Hub. I left her fainting in her father's arms, The dying flower yet hanging on the tree. E'en Raby melted at the news I brought, And envied thee thy glory. Per. Then I am blest! His hate subdued, I've nothing more to fear. Sir Hub. My embassy despatch'd, I left the castle, Nor spoke to any of Lord Raby's household, For fear the king should chide the tardiness Of my return. My joy to find you living You have already heard. Per. But where is Harcourt? Ere this he should have seen her, told her all; |