OSWALD Yes,
my Friends,
His
countenance is meek and venerable;
And,
by the Mass, to see him at his prayers!—
I
am of flesh and blood, and may I perish
When
my heart does not ache to think of it!—
Poor
Victim! not a virtue under heaven
But
what was made an engine to ensnare thee;
But
yet I trust, Idonea, thou art safe.
LACY Idonea!
WALLACE How! What? your Idonea?
[To
MARMADUKE.]
MARMADUKE Mine;
But
now no longer mine. You know Lord Clifford;
He
is the Man to whom the Maiden—pure
As
beautiful, and gentle and benign,
And
in her ample heart loving even me—
Was
to be yielded up.
LACY Now, by the head
Of
my own child, this Man must die; my hand,
A
worthier wanting, shall itself entwine
In
his grey hairs!—
MARMADUKE (to LACY)
I
love the Father in thee.
You
know me, Friends; I have a heart to feel,
And
I have felt, more than perhaps becomes me
Or
duty sanctions.
LACY We will have ample
justice.
Who
are we, Friends? Do we not live on ground
Where
Souls are self-defended, free to grow
Like
mountain oaks rocked by the stormy wind?
Mark
the Almighty Wisdom, which decreed
This
monstrous crime to be laid open—here,
Where
Reason has an eye that she can use,
And
Men alone are Umpires. To the Camp
He
shall be led, and there, the Country round
All
gathered to the spot, in open day
Shall
Nature be avenged.
OSWALD ’Tis nobly
thought;
His
death will be a monument for ages.
MARMADUKE (to LACY)
I
thank you for that hint. He shall be brought
Before
the Camp, and would that best and wisest
Of
every country might be present. There,
His
crime shall be proclaimed; and for the rest
It
shall be done as Wisdom shall decide:
Meanwhile,
do you two hasten back and see
That
all is well prepared.
WALLACE We will obey
you.
(Aside.) But softly!
we must look a little nearer.
MARMADUKE Tell where you found us. At some
future time
I
will explain the cause.
[Exeunt.]