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ost man ; somewhat quick and fiery, but warm-hearted and generous, and whoever represeuts this part should bear these characteristics in mind and endeavor to embody them. Malcolm is a handsome, brave, stadions youth. Madeleine a fair, accomplished lovely girl, too much purity and loveliness cannot be imparted to this character.
COSTUMES.-James-green cloth over-shirt, high dark riding boots, sword and leather belt, Scotch bonnet, short staff in hand; Malcolin Young, a gray cloth shirt, long, black, arm-hole coat, student's cap. Madeleine, wbite, walered silk, trimmed with blue and cherry check. ers, plaid scarf, and a veil.)
SCENE—The lawn at Laichmont.
Enter MALCOLM YOUNG, with a book, R.
MAL. It tells me to forget the world;—forget!
Enter behind, JAMES and MADELEINE, R.
“MADE. I have a mind to try “ To make him gay. Shall I put both my hands “ Before his eyes, and cry, Who blinds—who blinds ?
“ JAMES. He cannot miss the voice!
“MADE. Oh he's so dull, “ You shall not get a smile into his face, Nor smoothe his brow by all that you can do.
“ JAMES. Nay, I need hardly try, if you have failed. 6 But I can scarce believe there breathes the man, - The stock, the stone, that would not feel the power 6 Of words like yours. Why, the dull night as well
Might try to keep its gloom on, when the day
MADE. Oh, no! I scarce can venture :"
JAMES. Do you ?-I'll see what efforts I can make
MADE. Do, and I'll be by
Before he thought of turning priest.
JAMES. A priest ! -
MADE. And I'll wait here.
JAMES. Good morrow, master Young;
MAL. No, Sir. I'm glad to see you in such case.
JAMES. I'm sorry to see you, Sir, in such case : You have no dint upon your head, I trust?
JAMES. Then your trusty staff played sentinel To a good tune, and heartily I thank you.
MAL. No thanks.
JAMES. Yes, many thanks; thanks warm and true. I must pledge faith with you.
MAL. Oh, pardon, Sir, 'Twas nothing;
JAMES. And you won't shake hands with me?
JAMES. Well, now we're plighted friends,
MAL. Oh, Sir, it-I am very-
JAMES. Have you no powerful friend to plead your cause, And raise you in the church?
MAL. I would not rise ; “I tell you, sir, I have no wish to rise;
Enough that I am in the church without
Being raised; I would not have a powerful friend “To plead my cause.
MAL. If Sir Adam Weir
the power, wrung from my poverty-
JAMES, Ah! but that were unkind
MAL. But I know you not-
JAMES. Oh !-so suspicious ? Look on me, my friend-
MAL. Why-1-I have no sorrow to reveal.
JAMES. You have. But if you trust not to my words, And scorn my friendship
MAL. Oh, forgive me, Sir; My heart was full. I do not scorn your friendship, “ God knows the name of friendship is too sweet “To be thrown by. Oh, Sir, your pardon!" Here Is my true hand. I thank you from my heart.
JAMES. Now, then, 'tis as I thought. You'll not repent
Mal. There's something in your eye
JAMES. Go on, go on !
MAL. He forced me, by deceitful messages,
Would you have served the king ?
MAL. Ay! died for him !
JAMES. And he'd have cherished you, believe me, boy, “ And held you in his heart, and trusted you“And you'd ha' been true brothers ;—for a love “ Like yours is what poor James has need of most.' Is this your grief?
MAL. Alas, my grief lies deeper ! “I might have bent me to my cruel fate, “ With pray’rs that our brave king find Scots as true “And worthier of his praise, than Malcolm Young." When I came back, I had not been a day 'Mid well-known scenes, in the remembered rooms, Till to my heart, my soul, the dreadful truth Was opened like a gulf; and I, fool! fool! To be so dull, so blind, I knew too late That I was wretched, miserable, doomed, Like Tantalus, to more than hellish painsTo feel, yet not to dare speak, or think; To love, and be a priest !
MADE. (aside). To love! to love! How strange this is !
JAMES. How found you this, poor friend? MAL. By throbbings at the heart, when I but heard Her whispered name; thoughts buried long ago Neath childish memories, we were children both, Rose up like armed phantoms from their grave, Waving me from them with their mailed hands! " I saw her, with the light of womanhood “Spread o'er the childish charms I loved so well, “I heard her voice, sweet with the trustful tones “She spoke with long ago, yet richer grown “ With the full burden of her ripened thoughts."
MADE. (aside). My head goes round, my heart will burst!
MAL. I saw
JAMES. And the maiden's name?
leans for support on the side scene, L.) JAMES. (goes to MADELEINE). You're faint; you're dead
MAL. She was not listening!
'Twill soon be gone. I pray you, leave me now
come not back again; Perhaps she heard you. I will guard her here. Mal. Help, help! for Madeleine-—“help, Widow Barton!”
[Exit MALCOLM, R. JAMES. WE Madeleine-he's gone. MADE. Who? Malcolm gone? JAMES. Look not so wildly !
MADE. What was't I said ! Did he hear aught, “ or see me—how I fell ?" JAMES. No, no; he heard yon not-come, cheer you,
lady, What can I say to cheer her ? Droop not so, There shall come happier days.
Made. Oh! never, never!
JAMES. Ay, but there shall, tho?! “Gather up your heart, * And brace you for a struggle with your grief. 6. What! hopelessness sit on a brow like this ;. “ And sorrow blight the roses on these lips ?” I tell you, do not sigh, poor Madeleine; I tell you—nay, I lay command on you. Start not that I command, I tell you, hope ! By heaven! I'd trample on all laws in the world That bring such sorrow.
MADE. Oh, Sir, by your voice
JAMES. Ay, kind and true,
“MADE. Oh, Sir, I'm weak!
“ JAMES.” Come, lean on me!
JAMES. Then droop not, girl ;