had left plouty-I looked east, west, north, and south, and saw neither bold nor oeph, shed-nor shelter; so I o'en pulled the bonnet o'er my brow, buckled the broad-sword to my side, took to the mountain and the glen, and became a broken man. But why do I speak of this? Tis of my children, of my poor bairns I have thought, and the thought will not leave me. Francis. Might they not, with some assistance, find an honourable resource in foreign service? If such be your wish, depend on its being grati fled. Rob. (Stretching one hand to him and passing the other across kis eyes) I thank you, I thank you. I could not have believed that mortal man would agalu have seen a tear in MacGregor's eye. Well speak of this hereafter we'll talk of it to Helenbut I cannot well spare my boys yet. The heather is on fire. Francis. Heather cn fire? I do not understand you. Rob. Rashleigh has set the torch-let them that Ah! cau pervert the blaze. (bagpipes without) they come-then all's well. Francis. I comprehend. HELEN and the HIGHLANDERS enter, HAMISH and ROBERT directing their movements. Rob. Have you seen Diana and Sir Frederick on their way. Helen. I have. Stranger, you came to our un happy country when our bloods were chafed, and our hands were red. Excuse the rudeness that gave so rough a welcome, and lay it on the evil times, not upon us. Rob. Helen, our friend has spoken kindly, and proffered nobly-our boys, our children Helen. I understand but no, no, this is not the time besides, I no, no, I will not- cannot part from them. Francis. Your separation is not required-leave the country with them. Helen. Quit the land of my sires-never! Wild as we live, and hopeless, the world has not a scene that could console me for the loss of these rude rocks and glens, where the remembrance of our wrongs is ever sweetened by the recollection of our revenge. Francis. MacGregor? Rob. She says truly-'twas a vain project. We cannot follow them-we cannot part with the last ties that render life endurable. Were I to lose sight of my native hills, my heart would sink, and my arin would shrink like fern i' the winter's frost. No, Helen, no the heather we have trode on while living, shall sweetly bloom over us when dead (Helen throws herself into his arms.) France. I grieve that my opportunity of serving those who have so greatly befriended me is incomatible with their prospects and desires. Rob. Farewell- the best wish MacGregor can give his friend is, that he may see him no Rob. No more. Strike! (March.-The HIGHLANDERS file through the mouth of the cure, ROBERT and HAMISH stretch forth their hands to FRANCIS as they pass in the march.HELEN and ROB ROY each take leave of him with cordiality and regret, and excu through the cave. Francis. What a wayward way is mine! My father's peace of mind is happily restored Lut wine, with Diana, is lost for ever. RASHLEIGH OSBALDISTONE appears at th back of the care, and seeing FRANCIS, conect himself. What noise? Surely I heard-no, they ha e left me. (The boats are seen passing the Loch the Highlanders.) They are passing the Loch-hail see them no more. Enter SIR FREDERICK and DIANA VERNON, greatly alarmed. Diana. Gone! MacGregor-Helen-our friends gone! Sir F. Embarked already! Then my course is ended. Francis. Amazement! Diana Vernon andDiana. Her father-her unhappy, her wretched father. Oh, Frank! we are beset by enemies on every side-the only path by which we could escape is guarded. Francis. No danger shall befall you here. Sir F. Do not involve yourself in my fate-proteet my child, but leave me to suffer. I am familiar with danger, and prepared to meet it. Kash. (Advances.) Meet it then, here! All. Rashleigh! (Diana turns from him to her father.) Rush. Ah, I come to repay the various obligations conferred on me by my friends. (He beckons to Soldiers, who enter.) Apprehend Sir Frederick Vernon, an attainted traitor-Diana Vernon, and Francis Osbaldistone, aiders and abettors of treason! Francis. Rashleigh, thou art too great a villain for words to speak thee. Rash. I can forgive your spleen, my gentle cousin it is hard to lose an estate and a mistress in one night. Take charge of your prisoners. if my conduct displeases you, lady, you may thank your minion there. Francis. I never gave you cause. Rash. is false: In love, in ambition, in the paths of interest, you have crossed and blighted me at every turn. I was born to be the honour of my father's house-I have been its destruction and disgrace my very patrimony has been yours-but if you ever live to possess it, the death curse of him you have thus injured shall stick to it. Rob. (without) Grogarach! Rush. (starts) Ah! ROB ROY darts in and confronts RASHLEIGH. HIGHLANDERS, led by DOUGAL, appear at the mouth of the cave, and overpower the SOLDIERS. Rob. Now ask for mercy for your soul's sake. Rash. Never! (Standing on his guard.) Rob. Claymore, then! (Short and rapid combat. Rashleigh falls, and is caught by Dougal.) Die, traitor. we may not share in it. If, in such moments, you FINALE.-Air,-"Duncan Gray cam' here to Sir F. Brave Highlander! you have saved more than my life-you have preserved my honour. You, young man, (to Francis) have proved yourself worthy of my child, and to you 1 give her. But whence this unexpected aid? I surely saw the boats depart. (To Rob.) Rob. With half my band, no more. Dougal overheard, and fortunately apprised me of Rashleigh's intentions, and I kept up the appearance which decoyed the villain to his own snare. Helen. By Sir Frederick Vernon's means, your father's house has been preserved; that consideration must induce his honourable mind to confirm the gift you prize, and endeavour to obtain from the government a remission of the law in favour of a noble enemy. Francis. Chorus. Diana. Rob. We shall rejoice in your happiness, though Chorus. Woo. Pardon now the bold Outlar, Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Scots can for their country die, Ne'er from Britain's foes they flee - Rob Roy MacGregor, O! Let your hands, &c. Scotland's fear, and Sectland's pride, Bob Roy MacGregor, O! Rob Roy MacGre.or, O Long your favonrs hae beer mine, Let your hands, &c. A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.-BY JOSEPH ADDISON. ACT I. Persons Represented. MARCUS. DECIUS. JUBA. SEMPRONIUS. SYPHAX. JUNIUS. TITUS. MARCIA. LUCIA. Ye gods, what havock does ambition make Mar. Thy steady temper, Porcius. The insulting tyrant prancing o'er the field O Porcius, is there not some chosen curse, ness! And mix'd with too much horror to be envied. How does the lustre of our father's actions, Through the dark cloud of ills that cover him, Break out, and burn with more triumphant brightness! His suff'rings shine, and spread a glory round hin: Greatly unfortunate, he fights the cause Of honour, virtue, liberty, and Rome. Mar. Who knows not this? But what can Cato do Against a world, a base, degenerate world, Sem. Conspiracies no sooner should be form'd That courts the yoke, and bows the neck to Than executed. (Aside.) What means Porcius Cesar? Distract my very soul: our father's fortune here? I like not that cold youth. I must dissemble, brace, Onco more embrace, whilst yet we both are free: To-morrow, should we thus express our friend ship, Would almost tempt us to renounce his pre- Fach might receive a slave into his arms. cepts. Par. Remember what our father oft has told us; The ways of heaven are dark and intricate; Mar. These are suggestions of a mind at ease: Passion cnpitied and successless love Plant daggers in my heart, and aggravate This sun, perhaps, this morning's sun's the Jast That e'er shall rise on Roman liberty. Por. My father has this morning call'd together His little Roman senate, The leavings of Pharsalia.-to consult If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent That bears down Rome and all her gods before it; Or must, at length, give up the world to Cæsar. Sem. Not all the pomp and majesty of Rome Can raise her senate more than Cato's pre-sence: His virtues render her assembly awful; Por. (Aside.) Thou seest not that thy brother is They strike with something like religious fear, thy rival: But I must hide it; for I know thy temper.- Put forth thy utmost strength, work every Love is not to be reason'd down, or lost The sense of honour and desire of fame Mar. No more, no more! your words leave stings behind 'em. Whene'er did Juba, or did Porcius, shew ease Thy troubled heart, and mitigate thy pains And make even Casar tremble at the head Could I but call that wondrous man my father, To thy friend's vows, I might be bless'd indeed. Por. Alas! Sempronius, wouldst thou talk of love To Marcia, whilst her father's life's in danger? Thou might'st as well court the pale trembling vestal, When she beholds the holy flame expiring. Sem. The more I see the wonders of thy race, The more I'm charm'd. Thou must take heed, my Porcius; The world has all its eyes on Cato's son: cuous. Por. Well dost thou seem to check my lingering here On this important hour. I'll straight away, 'em. Tis not in mortals to command success; But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it. [Exit Sem. Curse on the stripling! How he apes his sire: Ambitiously sententious!-But I wonder, He's lost, Sempronius; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues. But I'll try once more, Sem Be sure to press upon him every mo Juba's surrender, since his father's death, Is call'd together? Gods, thou must be cautious: A worn-out trick: would'st thou be thought in earnest, Clothe thy feign'd zeal in rage, in fire, in fury. Syph. In troth, thou'rt able to instruct grey bairs, And teach the wily African deceit. Sem. Once more, be sure to try thy skill on Meanwhile, I'll hasten to my Roman soldiers, Blow up their discontents, till the break out, Fill'd up with horror all, and big with death; This headstrong youth, and make him spurn as Cato. The time is short; Cæsar comes rushing on us ;— But hold!-young Juba sees me, and approaches. Enter JUBA. Juba. Syphax, I joy to meet thee thus alone. And turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince? I have not yet so much the Roman in me. terms Against these wondrous sovereigns of the world? Dost thou not see mankind fall down before 'cm, And own the force of their superior virtue? Syph. Gods! where's the worth that sets this people up Above your own Numidia's tawny sons? priuce, In which your Zama does not stoop to Rome. Juba. These all are virtues of a rank, meaner Perfections that are placed in bones and nerves: man's warmth:- Juba. To strike thee dumb, turn up thy eyes to Cato! There may'st thou see to what a gollike height The Roman virtues lift up mortal man: Renouncing sleep, and rest, and food, and ease, He strives with thirst and hunger, toil and heat; And, when his fortune sets before him all The pomps and pleasures that our souls can wish, His rigid virtue will accept of none. Suph. Believe me, prince, there's not an African That traverses our vast Numidian deserts in quest of prey, and lives upon his bow, |