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Glen. Unwillingly I did ; a nobler foe
Had not been questioned thus; but such as thou -

Norv. Whom dost thou think me?
Glen. Norval.

Norv. So I am
And who is Norval in Glenalyon's

eyes

? Glen. A peasant's son, a wandering beggar boy ; At best no more, even if he speaks the truth.

Norv. False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth ?

Glen. Thy truth! thou ’rt all a lie; and basely false Is the vain-glorious tale thou told'st to Randolph.

Norv._If I were chained, unarmed, or bedrid old,
Perhaps I should revile; but, as I

am,
I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval
Is of a race who strive not but with deeds. (Crosses, R.)
Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valor,
And make thee sink too soon beneath my sword,
I'd tell thee what thou art. I know thee well.

Glen. (L.) Dost thou not know Glenalyon born to command Ten thousand slaves like thee?

Norv. Villain, no more!
Draw and defend thy life. I did design
To have defied thee in another cause;
But heaven accelerates its vengeance on thee.
Now for my own and Lady Randolph's wrongs !

(Both draw their swords.) Enter LORD RANDOLPH, R. Lord Randolph. Hold ! I command you both! the man that

stirs Makes me his foe.

Norv. (C.) Another voice than thine
That threat had vainly sounded, noble Randolph.

Glen. Hear him, my lord; he's wondrous condescending !
Mark the humility of shepherd Norval !

Noro. Now you may scoff in safety.

Lord R. (R.) Speak not thus,
Taunting each other, but unfold to me
The cause of quarrel ; then I judge betwixt you.

Norv. Nay, my good lord, though I revere you much,
My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment.
I blush to speak : and will not, can not speak
The opprobrious words that I from him have borne.
To the liege lord of my dear native land

SEEKING SERVICE.

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I owe a subject's homage ; but even him
And his high arbitration I'd reject !
Within my bosom reigns another lord -
Honor! sole judge and umpire of itself.
If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph,
Revoke your favors, and let Norval go
Hence as he came ; alone - but not dishonored !

Lord R. Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice;
The ancient foe of Caledonia's land
Now waves his banner o'er her frighted fields;
Suspend your purpose till your country's arms
Repel the bold invader; then decide
The private quarrel.

Glen. I agree to this.
Norv. And I.

(LORD R. retires up.)
Glen. Norval,
Let not our variance mar the social hour,
Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph.
Nor frowning anger, nor yet wrinkled hate,
Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow;
Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.

Norv. Think not so lightly, sir, of my resentment;
When we contend again, our strife is mortal.

(Exeunt LORD R., GLEN., Norv., L.)

HOME,

XXV. - SEEK

TG SERVICE.

sir ;

[Two chairs on the stage, R. C. and L. C.]

Enter MR. DEPUTY BULL, R. Enter THOMAS, L. Thomas. Here's a man, sir, come after the footman's place.

Bull. I hope he is more civil than the last fellow. Does he seem modest ? Thomas. O, yes,

he's an Irishman. Bull. Well, we are used to them in the Bull family. Let me see him.

(Exit Thomas, L.) I hope I shall be able to keep a servant, at last. They are all so provokingly saucy to me, because I have been a grocer.

Enter LOONEY MACTWOLTER, L. you

want a place! Looney. You may say that, with your own ugly mouth! Bull. My ugly mouth! You have been in service before ?

So

Loo. Does a duck swim ?
Bull. Whom have you lived with ?

Loo. I lived with the Mactwolters nineteen years, and then they turned me off.

Bull. The Mactwolters! Why did they turn you off ?
Loo. They went dead.
Bull

. That is an awkward way of discharging a servant. Who were they?

Loo. My own beautiful father and most beautiful mother. They died of a whiskey fever, and left myself, Looney Mactwolter, heir to their estate.

Bull. They had an estate, it seems.
Loo. Yes; they had a pig.

Bull. Umph! But they died, you say, when you were nineteen. What have you been doing ever since ?

Loo. I'm a physicianer.
Bull. A physician, is it, you mean?
Loo. Yes ; I'm a cow-doctor.
Bull. And what brought you here ?

Loo. Hay-making. I've a fork below; hire me, then I'll have a knife to it, and prettily I'll toss about your beef, Mr. Bull !

Bull. I don't doubt you. This fellow would make the steaks disappear, with a vengeance! What can you do as a footman ? Can you clean plate ? Loo. Clean a plate ! Botheration, man! would

you for your

kitchen-maid? I can dirty a plate with any body in the parish.

Bull. Do you think, now, Looney, you could contrive to beat a coat ?

Loo. Faith, can I, in the Connaught fashion.
Bull. How's that?

Loo. With a man in it. Och! Let me alone for dusting your ould jacket, Mr. Bull!

Bull. Confound this fellow, I say !

Loo. Be aisy, and I'll warrant we'll agree. Give me what I ax, and we'll never tumble out about the

wages.

Reënter THOMAS, L. Thomas. Here's another man come after the place, I believe, sir.

Bull. Another man ! Let me see him. (Exit THOMAS, L.)

Loo. Faith, now, you 'll bother yourself betwixt us. You 'l be like a cat in a tripe-shop, and not know where to choose.

hire me SEEKING SERVICE.

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Enter JOHN LUMP, L.
Lump. Be you Mr: Bull, zur ?
Bull. Yes; I am the Deputy.

Lump. O! if you are nothing but the deputy, I'll bide here till I see Mr. Bull himself.

Bull. Blockhead! I am himself — Mr. Deputy Bull.

Loo. Arrah! can't you see, man, that this ugly ould gentleman is himself?

Bull. Hold your tongue, Mr. Looney Mactwolter! What's your name?

Lump. John.
Bull. John what ?
Lump. No; not John What, but John Lump.
Bull. And what do you want, John Lump?

Lump. Why, I’se come here, zur — but as we be upon a bit o' business, I'll let you hear the long and short on't. (Drawing a chair and sitting down.) I’se comed here, zur,

to hire myself for your saryant.

Bull. Ah! but you don't cxpect, I perceive, to have any standing wages.

Loo. (Drawiny a chair and sitting down.) Are n't you a pretty spalpeen, now, to squat yourself down there in the presence of Mr. Deputy Bull ?

Bull. Now, here's a couple of scoundrels !

Loo. Don't be in a passion with him. Mind how I'll larn him politeness! Bull. Get

up
directly,

, you villain, or — Loo. Not before Mr. Lump. See how I'll give him the polish.

Bull. If you don't get up directly, I'll squeeze your heads together like two figs in a jar !

Lump. (Rising.) 0, then, it be unmanncrly for a footman to rest himsell, I suppose !

Loo. (Rising.) To be sure it is; no servant has the bad manners to sit before his master, but the coachman. Lump. I ax your pardon, zur ; I'se but a poor Yorkshire lad,

from Doncaster Races ; I'se simple, but I ’se willing to learn.

Bull. Simple and willing to learn ? Two qualities, Master Lump, which will answer my purpose. (LUMP stands back.)

Loo. Mind what you're after going to do, Mr. Deputy Bull ! If you hire this fellow from the Donkey Races, when Looney Mactwolter is at your elbow, I'll make free to say, you 're mak ing a complete Judy of yourself.

traveled up

Bull. You do make free, with a vengeance! Now, I'll make free to say, get out of my house, you impudent cow-doctor !

Loo. You're no scholard, or you'd lárn how to bemean yourself to a physicianer. Arrah! Is n't a cow-doctor as good as you, you ould figman ?

Bull. Old figman! This rascal, tco, quizzing my origin! Get down stairs, or —

Loo. Don't come over me with the pride of your staircase, for had n't my father a comfortabls ladder to go up and down stairs with ? Take Mr. Lump into your diicy service, and next time I'm after meeting him, I'll thump Mr. Lump, or Mr. Lump shall thump Mr. Lruney Mactwolter !

(Exit, L. Exeunt Bull and LUMP, R.}

COLMAN.

XXVI. - THE DUEL.*

tance.

Enter SIR LUCIUS O'TRIGGER, L., with pistols, followed by ACRES. Acres. (L.) By my valor, then, Sir Lucius, forty yards is a good distance.

Odds levels and aims!—I say it is a good disSir Lucius. (R.) Is it for muskets or small field-pieces? Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, you must leave those things to me. Stay, now - I'll show you. (Measures paces along the floor.) There, now, that is a very pretty distance a pretty gentleman's distance.

Acr. (R.) Zounds! we might as well fight in a sentry-box! I tell you, Sir Lucius, the further he is off, the cooler I shall take

my aim.

Sir L. (L.) Faith! then I suppose you would aim at him best of all if he was out of sight!

Acr. No, Sir Lucius; but I should think forty or eight-andthirty yards

Sir L. Pooh! pooh! nonsense! Three or four feet between the mouths of your pistols is as good as a mile.

Acr. Odds bullets, no! — by my valor! there is no merit in killing him so near! Do, my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him down at a long shot:- a long shot, Sir Lucius, if you love me !

Sir L. Well, the gentleman's friend and I must settle that. But tell me now, Mr. Acres, in case of an accident, is there any little will or commission I could execute for you?

Acr. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius - but I don't understand

* Sco page 233.

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