Doug. An please your Grace, I must speak sadly then; Yet 'tis soon told. Your son was crowned king It was, in truth, a childish ceremony. The mother's crown above her infant's head? Mary. Who gave the sceptre? Doug. It was not given. Mary. How? Doug. What cannot be received cannot be given: 'Twas but presented by the Earl of Ross. The infant stretched its little hand and smiled, my child! Mary. O that I had been there to soothe A mother once again to see her child! To be her infant's nurse! Doug. Barbarity! Monstrous barbarity! Mary. No voice, no angel's voice, Can like a mother's sing her child to sleep. It has a home; it is allowed to stretch Its pinions o'er its young. Doug. You shall be free. Mont. I vow you shall be free. Mary. I ask not liberty; I could submit, Like any captive slave, to tend my son : From him who tore me from my child; who wrenched Which with its feeble grasp seemed to beseech Mary. Think not of serving me; I've now no power I am that rootless flower; Think not of serving me; I have no recompence to offer you. Doug. We wish for none-You know us not. But have you courage? Wish you to be free? I Doug. I could inform your Highness of some things That nearly do concern your freedom, Mary. What?-say! Adel. Say-O speak! Doug. Each night some trusty friends on yonder shore In secret lurk, ready to aid your flight. "Tis scarce an hour since, when about to cross, I communed with the Earl of Arran's brother. To watch within St Servan's wood:-He brings Adel. God bless the youth, the gallant Hamilton! Doug. And yet there is great hazard in the attempt, What if it should misgive?—I lose life. your my That to be sure is nothing; but Grace you, Should know that, if we fail, her Grace's durance Your royal friend into a dungeon-vault? Adel. Aye, to the bottom of the vilest cavern; Where toads would loath to dwell, where tapers die, My friendship's fire would then but blaze more brightly. Doug. Fear not, the risk is small; you shall, you shall Be free; yes! you shall meet your gallant Hamilton. Ah! then you would lament that e'er you your left will [To the Queen. To brave the danger which I have described, Our service (for Montgomery too I vouch) Is yours. The castle keys are in my keeping: Ere midnight, if you will, your way is free: Mary. (After a pause.) And I will trust you.— Adel. I too will trust you. Doug. I see the Lady of Lochleven come With chiding face. Be ye prepared. [Exeunt DOUGLAS and MONTGOMERY. Enter Lady LEVEN. Leven. Madam, your hour is out-you'll please re turn; And, if you'll lay aside that crucifix, The exhortations of a holy man. The hour of prayer draws nigh;--your soul, Mary. The supplications of the wretched reach The God of mercies, though not winged with words Of holy men. Leven. You must, you shall attend. |