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Alexander Arran Bartizan blood brother brow Catherine Logan Catherine's cheek coin COUNTESS court cousin COWRIE crown daughter dear Don Gomez ducats Earl of Gowrie English Enter Envoy Exeunt Exit eyes fair brow Falkland Fastcastle father friend Bower Gadzooks gallant gentle George Buchanan girl gold Gowrie's GRUNNLESTANE hall hand happy hear heard heart heaven Holyrood honour hunting Huntly Is't James's King of Scots kiss Lady Beatrix Laird Bower land leave Liege lips look Lord Gowrie madam majesty Master Logan MAXWELL Moidore mother never noble o'er Padua Perth poor pray Queen Ramsay RESTALRIG Ruthven Ruthven Castle SCENE Scotland Scots Scottish ground seize silly king Sir John Ayliffe Sir John Ramsay sire sister smile speak stout sweet Kate sweetest sword talk tell thank There's thought treasure true Twas Twill Twould voice wise words young youth Zooks
Page 183 - Listen, James, King of Scots ! If there is left one touch of knightly truth, One thought of honour, and the priceless debt That the great sound of your ancestral name Lays on your soul ; 'tis now that you may shew them, I have you in my hands ; a word of mine Venges my father's blood, my mother's wrongs, My country's sufferings. I may say the word, I may incarnadine my filial sword, And gain a nation's blessing on the blow...
Page 107 - ... fountains, and melodious songs Of tranced nightingales in the orange shades) Grew richer with their sighs. The maiden's name Was Juliet ; and because she could not be His bride in peace, she drank a mystic draught To make her sleep, and look as if she died. They buried her, though still upon her cheek Lived the pale reflex of a damask rose, For life was at her heart. At dead of night Came down her lover to the tomb ; Ah, me ! He saw but the cold features of his love, And thought that she was...
Page 176 - The woman's mad. Oh ! if you e'er knew pity, I pray you, cousin, pity me. God knows, I would give all I have to please you. What Do you require of me ? As I am a king, A man, a gentleman, I'll not deceive you. Say what you'd have me do, — I'll do it straight. I'll take no council, save from you and John — I'll give him what high office he desires, Chancellor — treasurer — whate'er he likes—- But let me go.
Page 174 - Arran is dead, Or I would hang him high as Haman's gallows. I always liked you, cousin, and your sons, Both buirdly gallants. John's a famous scholar ; I like him. He's an excellent Latinist. I pray you let mfi go to Restalrlg, He'll think I'm long of coming.
Page 183 - Gowrie. If I ope The prison doors, 'twill be to loose again The enemy of our house ; the vengeful foe Who spares not. James. Oh ! you wrong me, wrong me much. I'll love you better than myself. You'll be Dearer than life ; tru.st me this once, this once ! Oowrie. I trust you not. But higher duties claim me ; I may not do a deed, that the wild Arab Would shudder at, in his wind-shaken tent, You are my guest ; unwished, but still my guest.
Page 181 - I went, sweet cousin, — and I killed a buck Antlered, as if the forest of Braemar Had lent him two young oaks to be his horns. You never saw a fatter. Zookers, cousin, His legs were like an ox's. He would weigh Against two swine. I wish you had been there.
Page 176 - ... sponsor to the christening Of the sharp axe. Man ! look into your heart ; Can I forgive you ? Is my blood all milk ? You slew my husband, basely, meanly slew him. Can I, his wife — his widow, look on you With other eyes than these ? You leave me not Till one of us is dead. You hear me, Huthven.
Page 181 - Why did you leave your arm'd companions And trust you in my house ? James. I meant it well. I thought you'd like it. I meant nothing ill, So help me ! Eestalrig will tell you, cousin, I meant no harm. But pray you let me go. My train will soon be here.
Page 181 - I meant it well. I thought you'd like it. I meant nothing ill, So help me ! Eestalrig will tell you, cousin, I meant no harm. But pray you let me go. My train will soon be here. Gowrie. Who form your train ? Will they take open stand, and play the men 1 Are they all armed ? Jamet.
Page 105 - ... descriptive poetry, it is not from any incapacity to deal with such themes. Catherine is describing to her friend her solitary life in her father's rocky fastness at Fast Castle : — CATHERINE. ' Ah! Beatrix, though from my window lattice, I see the great broad gun aink everv night Beneath the sea, unc!