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SCENE II.

An apartment in the castle.
Enter Morton and Rosa, speaking as they enter.
Rosa.
Speak with my lady privately?

Mor.
Ay, please you:
Something I have to say, regards her nearly.
And though I doubt not, madam, your attachment—

Rosa.
Good Morton, no apology: thy caution
Is prudent; trust me not till thou hast proved me.
But oh! watch o'er thy lady with an eye
Of keen and guarded zeal! she is surrounded—
[Looking round the room.
Does no one hear us?—O those baleful looks
That, from beneath dark surly brows, by stealth,
Are darted on her by those stern Macleans!
Ay; and the gestures of those fearful men,
As on the shore in savage groups they meet,
Sending their loosen'd tartans to the wind,
And tossing high their brawny arms where oft
In vehement discourse, I have, of late,
At distance mark'd them. Yes; thou shakest thy head:
Thou hast observed them too.

Mor.
I have observed them oft. That calm Lochtarish,
Calm as he is, the growing rancour fosters:
For, fail the offspring of their chief, his sons
Next in succession are. He hath his ends,
For which he stirs their ancient hatred up;
And all too well his dev'lish pains succeed.

Rosa.
Too well indeed! The very bed-rid crones
To whom my lady sends, with kindly care,
Her cheering cordials,—couldst thou have believed it?
Do mutter spells to fence from things unholy,
And grumble, in a hollow smother'd voice,
The name of Campbell, as unwillingly
They stretch their wither'd hands to take her bounty.
The wizards are in pay to rouse their fears
With dismal tales of future ills foreseen,
From Campbell and Maclean together join'd,
In hateful union.—E'en the very children,
Sporting the heath among, when they discover
A loathsome toad or adder on their path,
Crush it with stones, and, grinding wickedly
Their teeth, in puny spite, call it a Campbell.
Benlora, too, that savage gloomy man—

Morton.
Ay, evil is the day that brings him back,
Unjustly by a Campbell hath he been,
The peaceful treaty of the clans unheeded,
In thraldom kept; from which but now escaped,
He like a furious tiger is enchafed,
And thinks Argyll was privy to the wrong
His vassal put upon him. Well I know
His bloody vengeful nature: and Maclean,
Weak and unsteady, moved by ev'ry counsel,
Brave in the field, but still in purpose timid,
Ofttimes the instrument in wicked hands
Of wrongs he would abhor,—alas, I fear,
Will ill defend the lovely spouse he swore
To love and cherish.

Rosa.
Heavy steps approach:
Hush! see who comes upon us!—sly Lochtarish,
And his dark colleagues.—Wherefore come they hither?

[Morton retires to the bottom of the stage, and enter Lochtarish, Benlora, and Glenfadden.
Loch.
We thought, fair maid, to find the chieftain here.

Rosa.
He is in these apartments.

Loch.
Would it greatly
Annoy your gentleness to tell his honour,
We wait to speak with him upon affairs
Of much concernment?

Rosa.
My service is not wanted; to your wish,
See, there he comes unwarn'd, and with him too
His noble lady.

[Retiring to the bottom of the stage.
Loch.
Ha! there they come! see how he hangs upon her
With boyish fondness!

Glen.
Ah, the goodly creature!
How fair she is! how winning!—See that form;
Those limbs beneath their foldy vestments moving,
As though in mountain clouds they robed were,
And music of the air their motion measured.

Loch.
Ay, shrewd and crafty earl! 'tis not for nought
Thou hither sent'st this jewel of thy race.
A host of Campbells, each a chosen man,
Could not enthral us, as, too soon I fear,
This single Campbell will. Shrewd crafty foe!

Ben.
Hell lend me aid, if heaven deny its grace,
But I will thwart him, crafty though he be!

Loch.
But now for your petition: see we now
How he receives your suit.

Enter Maclean and Helen.
Ben.
(eyeing her attentively as she enters).
A potent foe it is: ay, by my faith,
A fair and goodly creature!

Mac.
Again, good morrow to you, gallant kinsmen:
Come ye to say I can with any favour
The right good liking prove, and high regard
I bear to you, who are my chiefest strength,—
The pillars of my clan?

Ben.
Yes, we are come, Maclean, a boon to beg.

Loch.
A boon that, granted, will yourself enrich.

Mac.
Myself enrich?

Loch.
Yes; thereby wilt thou be
One gallant man the richer. Hear us out.
Allen of Dura, from his banishment—

Mac.
False reiver! name him not.—Is he return'd?
Dares he again set foot upon this isle?

Ben.
Yes, chief; upon this isle set foot he hath:
And on nor isle nor mainland doth there step
A braver man than he.—Lady, forgive me:
The boldest Campbell never saw his back.

Hel.
Nay, good Benlora, ask not my forgiveness:
I love to hear thee praise, with honest warmth,
The valiant of thy name, which now is mine.

Ben.
(aside).
Ha! good Benlora!—this is queenly pride.
(Aloud.)
Madam, you honour us.

Helen.
If so, small thanks be to my courtesy,
Sharing myself with pride the honest fame
Of every brave Maclean.—I'll henceforth keep
A proud account of all my gallant friends:
And every valiant Campbell therein noted,
On the opposing leaf, in letters fair,
Shall with a brave Maclean be proudly match'd.

[Benlora and Glenfadden bow in silence.
Loch.
Madam, our grateful duty waits upon you.
(Aside to Benlora.)
What thinkst thou of her, friend?

Ben.
(aside to Lochtarish).
What think I of her?
Incomparable hypocrite!

Loch.
(aloud).
But to our suit: for words of courtesy
It must not be forgotten.—Chief, vouchsafe:
Benlora here, who from his loathly prison,
Which for your sake two years he hath endured,
Begs earnestly this grace for him we mention'd,
Allen of Dura.
[Aside to Benlora.
Kneel, man; be more pressing.

Ben.
(aside to Lochtarish).
Nay, by my fay! if crouching pleases thee,
Do it thyself.
[Going up proudly to Maclean.
Maclean; thy father put into these hands
The government and guidance of thy nonage.
How I the trust fulfill'd, this castle strengthen'd
With walls and added towers, and stored, besides,
With arms and trophies in rough warfare won
From even the bravest of our western clans,
Will testify. What I in recompense
Have for my service earn'd, these galled wrists
[Pushing up the sleeve from his arm.
Do also testify.—Such as I am,
For an old friend I plainly beg this grace:
Say if my boon be granted or denied.

Mac.
The man for whom thou pleadst is most unworthy;
Yet let him safely from my shores depart:
I harm him not.

Ben.
(turning from him indignantly).
My suit is then denied.
[To Lochtarish and Glenfadden.
Go ye to Dura's Allen; near the shore
He harbours in his aged mother's cot;
Bid him upon the ocean drift again
His shatter'd boat, and be a wanderer still.

Helen
(coming forward eagerly).
His aged mother!
(To Maclean.)
Oh! and shall he go?
No, no, he shall not! On this day of joy,
Wilt thou to me refuse it?
[Hanging upon him with looks of entreaty, till, seeing him relent, she then turns joyfully to Benlora.
Bid your wanderer
Safe with his aged mother still remain,—
A banish'd man no more.

Mac.
This is not well: but be it as thou wilt;
Thou hast prevail'd, my Helen.

Loch. and Glen.
(bowing low).
We thank thee, lady.

[Benlora bows slightly, in sullen silence.
Mac.
(to Benlora).
Then let thy friend remain; he has my pardon.
[Benlora bows again in silence.
Clear up thy brow, Benlora; he is pardon'd.
[Pauses, but Benlora is still silent.
We trust to meet you shortly in the hall;
And there, my friends, shall think our happy feast
More happy for your presence.
[Going up again, with anxious courtesy, to Benlora.
Thy past services,
Which great and many are, my brave Benlora,
Shall be remember'd well. Thou hast my honour,
And high regard.

Helen.
And mine to boot, good kinsman, if the value
You put upon them makes them worth the having.

Ben.
(bows sullenly and retires; then muttering aside to himself as he goes out).
Good kinsman! good Benlora! gracious words
From this most high and potent dame, vouchsafed
To one so poor and humble as myself.

[Exit.
Loch.
(aside to Glenfadden).
But thou forgettest—

Glen.
(aside to Lochtarish).
No; I'll stay behind,
And move Maclean to join our nightly meeting.
Midnight the hour when you desire his presence?

Loch.
Yes, even so; then will we be prepared.

[Exit.
Glen.
(returning to Maclean).
Chieftain, I would some words of privacy
Speak with you, should your leisure now permit.

Mac.
Come to my closet, then, I'll hear thee gladly.

[Exeunt Maclean and Glenfadden.
Helen
(to Rosa, who now comes forward).
Where hast thou been, my Rosa, with my boy,
Have they with wild flowers deck'd his cradle round?
And peeps he through them like a little nestling—
A little heath-cock broken from its shell,
That through the bloom puts forth its tender beak,
As steals some rustling footstep on its nest?
Come, let me go and look upon him. Soon,
Ere two months more go by, he'll look again
In answer to my looks, as though he knew
The wistful face that looks so oft upon him,
And smiles so dearly, is his mother's.
Thinkst thou
He'll soon give heed and notice to my love?

Rosa.
I doubt it not: he is a lively infant,
And moves his little limbs with vigour, spreading
His fingers forth, as if in time they would
A good claymore clench bravely.

Helen.
A good claymore clench bravely!—O! to see him
A man!—a valiant youth!—a noble chieftain!
And laying on his plaided shoulder, thus,
A mother's hand, say proudly, “This is mine!”
I shall not then a lonely stranger be
'Mid those who bless me not: I shall not then—
But silent be my tongue.

[Weeps.
Rosa.
Dear madam, still in hope look forward cheerly.
[Morton comes from the bottom of the stage.
And here is Morton, with some tidings for you:
God grant they comfort you!—I must withdraw:
His wary faithfulness mistrusts my love,
But I am not offended.

[Offering to retire.
Helen.
Nay, remain.
[Beckoning her back.
Say what thou hast to say, my worthy Morton,
For Rosa is as faithful as thyself.

Mor.
This morning, lady, 'mongst the farther cliffs,
Dress'd like a fisher peasant, did I see
The Lord of Lorne, your brother.

Helen.
Ha! sayst thou,
The Lord of Lorne, my brother?—Thou'rt deceived.

Morton.
No, no: in vain his sordid garb concealed him!
His noble form and stately step I knew
Before he spoke.

Helen.
He spoke to thee?

Morton.
He did.

Helen.
Was he alone?

Morton.
He was; but, near at hand,
Another stranger, noble as himself,
And in like garb disguised, amongst the rocks
I mark'd, though he advanced not.

Helen.
Alas, alas, my brother! why is this?
He spoke to thee, thou sayst—I mean my brother:
What did he say?

Morton.
He earnestly entreats
To see you privately; and bids you say
When this may be. Meantime he lies conceal'd
Where I may call him forth at your command.

Helen.
O, why disguised?—Thinkst thou he is not safe?

Morton.
Safe in his hiding-place he is: but yet
The sooner he shall leave this coast, the better.

Helen.
To see him thus! O, how I am beset!
Tell him at twilight, in my nurse's chamber,
I will receive him. But be sure thou add,
Himself alone will I receive—alone—
With no companion must he come. Forget not
To say, that I entreat it earnestly.

Morton.
I will remember this.

Helen.
Go to him quickly then: and, till the hour,
Still do thou hover near him. Watch his haunt,
Lest some rude fisherman or surly hind
Surprise him. Go thou quickly. O, be prudent!
And be not for a moment off the watch.

Morton.
Madam, I will obey you: trust me well.

[Exit.
Helen
(much disturbed).
My brother on the coast; and with him too,
As well I guess, the man I must not see!

Rosa.
Mean you the brave Sir Hubert?

Helen.
Yes, my Rosa.
My noble brother in his powerful self
So strong in virtue stands, he thinks full surely
The daughter of his sire no weakness hath;
And wists not how a simple heart must struggle
To be what it would be—what it must be—
Ay, and so aid me, heaven! what it shall be.

Rosa.
And heaven will aid you, madam, doubt it not.
Though on this subject still you have repress'd
All communing, yet, ne'ertheless, I well
Have mark'd your noble striving, and revered
Your silent inward warfare, bravely held;
In this more pressing combat firm and valiant,
As is your noble brother in the field.

Helen.
I thank thee, gentle Rosa; thou art kind—
I should be franker with thee; but I know not—
Something restrains me here.
[Laying her hand on her heart.
I love and trust thee;
And on thy breast I'll weep when I am sad;
But ask not why I weep.

[Exeunt.