SCENE II.
A romantic View, with a small Hovel on.
Enter Kildare, who taps at the door of the
hovel, from which ENTER, cautiously,
Saba and
Connor, they intimate Moriat is asleep, and request
him not to disturb her.
DUET.
Hush—hush—let silence reign,
Sleep, now lulls her tortur'd brain,
Slumbers calm her breast;
View the Heiress of a throne,
See her pillow the cold stone,
Nor dare disturb her rest.
And hark!—heigho!—the passing sigh,
Alack, and well-a-day!
Tells how fleet will honors fly,
And greatness pass away.
During this duet, Moriat is seen through the hovel
door sleeping with her infant clasped in her arms—
she sighs responsive to the music—Kildare, &c. retire.
—She awakes, kisses her child, and comes forward.
—Kildare approaches her, and she eagerly enquires
what success he has had in search of her husband?
—he informs her none:—Druids cross the stage
—a thought strikes her, and she is determined to consult
them—as she is going off for that purpose, the
child runs from the hovel towards her, she kisses
him with rapture, seemingly condemning herself,
that her affection for the parent should even for a
moment cause her to forget his child—Moriat, &c.
go off, taking leave of Connor and Saba affectionately.
—
Enter Cobthach and
Sitric, the latter still
gazing on Moriat's miniature, till he is rouzed from
his reverie by Cobthach, when he again renews his
vows of murder—another party of
Druids cross
the stage, which awakens their dormant inclination
of consulting them, and they EXEUNT.
