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 SPENCER'S BOSTON THEATRE No. CXIV. 
 
 THE 
 
 WARLOCK OF THE GLEN, 
 
 IN TWO ACTS. 
 
 WRITTEN BY 
 
 C. E. WALKEE, ESQ., 
 
 ADTHOR OP 
 THE TKAGEDY OF WALLACE — CASAVALLON — &0. 
 
 OKIGINAL CASTS, COSTUMES, AND TIIK WUOLE OF TIIK STAGE 
 
 BUSINESS, COKRECTLY MARKED AND ARRANGED, DY 
 
 MR. J. B. WRIGHT, ASSISTANT MANAGER 
 
 OF THE BOSTON THEATRE. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 
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 128 Washington Street, (corner op Water,) and 
 92 Tremqnt Street.
 
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 O/^ |/**IVERSn Y OF CALIFOILMA 
 
 '^02 SANTA BARBARA 
 
 THE WARLOCK OF THE GLEN 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Scene I. — A Narrow Creek of the Sea, 4 Q. Fisherma7is hut, 2 E. 
 R. H., n. practical ; set waters and ground pieces cross in front ; set 
 return rock, E. H. 3 e., xcith platform ; set return rock with platform 
 on L. H. ; fishermen discovered hanging tip nets on hut, R. H. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Free from sorrow, free from strife, 
 
 We fishers lead a merry life ; 
 
 Though coarse our fare, though hard our toil, 
 
 No cares intrude our peace to spoil. 
 
 Contentment in each face aj^pears, 
 
 Contentment every bofom cheers ; 
 
 Then sing, boys, sing — sing hey down derry ; 
 
 O, a fisherman's life is merry ! 
 
 (^Boat appears from r. h. to c. ; fishermen exeunt, R. a7id l., whilst Ax- 
 drew, tvho has been engaged in drawing xtp nets loith Davie, paddles to 
 shore. ) 
 
 And. Nae luck, nuc luck, Davie, this cast; and sae we'll e'en 
 gie ower, and haul up the auld cable to land. (fU leaps out, hauls the 
 boat to land, and assists Davie to hang up the nets.) Past one o' the 
 cl(K-k, and the lovers na' returned frac the kirk. Aweel, they'll be 
 here anon ; for ye ken we arc to have a wee bit of junketting and 
 merry-making upon the occasion. Aha, Davie ! it does a body 
 muckle gude to see the winsome bairns frolicking around ye, in aw the 
 sunshine of youth and innocence. Ye ken, nion, our days are ower; 
 lang sync, indeed, there was never a Highlander in aw tlic bonny set 
 o' ihcm would hae surpassed Andrew Mucklcstane. Aweel, I maun 
 to gang wash a wee bit. Thae auld rotten deals, like their master, 
 are somewhat warped wi' the wind and the sea, and maun be re- 
 paired o' necessity again the evening tide. There, ye may take the 
 rest o' the tackle wi' ye : 'twill dry well enough within. (/i'xtY Davie 
 into the hut, 2 E. R. ii. Andrew takes a hammer and busies himself 
 repairing the boat, at the same time humming a Scotch ballad,') 
 
 (3)
 
 4 THE WAKLOCK OF THE OLEX. [ACX I. 
 
 O thou — whatever title suit thee, 
 Auld Satan, Horuie, Nick, or Clootie, 
 "SVha in yon cavern, grim and sooty, 
 
 Cloud under hatches ; 
 Spanges about the brimstone cootie, 
 
 To scaud poor -vvratchcs. 
 
 (T^c Warlock, enters doicn platform, 3 e. l. n., nnperceived. Ilis 
 appearance bespeaks the tnost abject poverty ; his garments, composed of 
 tattered plaids, arc carelesslij throicn around him, his hair, long and thin, 
 falls over his face, which, together with a tnatted beard and bushy eije- 
 brotcs, renders his apj^earance most terrifc ; he advances toioards Ax- 
 DKEW, and, leaning on a long staff, gazes attentively at him ; Axdrew, 
 ■unconscious of being observed, continues his icork and his sojig, till, ac- 
 cidentally turning rou7id, he sees the "Warlock bending over him, and 
 starts back.) Nay, sure! — yes, but it is. Why, Mattie, how the 
 dc'il — What docs your coming hither portend ? 
 
 War. (l. c.) Woe to the house of Glencaim ! 
 
 And. Mair's the pity. For d'ye ken what a heavy dispensation's 
 hanging ower the house already ? 
 
 War. I do. The Laird Clanronald usurps the birthright of his 
 infant nephew, and, to secure it, wooes his brother's widow. 
 
 And. Ah, puir leddy ! it's a sair change wi' her nowadays ; she 
 niver held up the head o' her sin' her laird's departure for the wars, 
 where he fell among the slain. 
 
 War. He fell not in the wars, but by the assassin's steel on his 
 return. 
 
 And. True, it was sac whispered ; but nobody knew when or 
 where : sure enough there weir nae witness. 
 
 liar. There was a witness ! — I myself beheld the deed ! 
 
 And. You ! — You a witness ! — O, my conscience, Mattie, I be- 
 lieve ye ha' to do wi' Satan. Indeed, folks do say, ye have mair 
 dealings wi' him than mere words — else how for do ye come by that 
 siller, which o' times ye are sac lavish wi' ? Aweel, it's nae affair o' 
 mine ; only ye'U do me the justice to say I niver received ony o' it ; 
 for ye ken I minded the auld proverb which saith, " What's got ower 
 the devil's back, is spent under his belly." (^Crosses to R, h. corner ; 
 a distant strain of music is heard, v. E. L. H., tcith marriage bells, 
 i<c. ; the Warlock starts, and is going, l. h.) How now, Mattie ? 
 Whither awa r — It's nae but the chiels returning fra' the wedding. 
 
 War. Then must I not be seen. ^ly business is with you alone. 
 Come hither ! (^Beckoning him authoritatively.) You must promise — 
 nay, swear — to meet me to-night upon the moor, by the ruins of the 
 abbey, as the castle clock shall toll the hour of twelve. 
 
 And. Meet you on the muir ! — Mercy o' me, I'd as soon think 
 of meeting auld Nick ! for ye ken that said twelve o' the clock, in- 
 asmuch as it is midnight, is an awfu' time to meet sic a gaburlunzie as 
 the likes o' you ; and particularly when a third, and far less agreeable 
 companion than yourself, Mattie — I speak in respect of Satan — 
 might pop upon us and claun acquaintanceship. 
 
 War. (^In a commanding tone.) Then mark my words, for surely
 
 SCENE I.J THE WARLOCK OF THE GLEN. 6 
 
 as I speak, shall it befall you ! — Ne'er shall you know an hour of 
 peace ; your boats shall be ^\Teeked ; your house, and all that it con- 
 tains, burned to the ground ; yourself, reduced to beggary, Avander 
 an outcast from your native land, and call on death in vain to ease 
 your pangs, if you obey not my injunctions. Mark me ! I've said it, 
 and I've sworn it ! — I, Matthew of the Glen, that ne'er was known 
 to break my word ! 
 
 And. riaud your clavers, for the love o' gudeness, Mattie. You 
 terrify me. Yet, what for should I fear r The de'il can't ha' any 
 reasonable claim upon me ; and as to his imps, and the likes o' them, 
 I'm sure sma' pleasure can it gie to skelp and warry a puir man lilie 
 me : therefore I'll meet you. 
 
 War. Swear ! 
 
 And. {Proudly.') I've said it — ye hae my word — a Highlander's 
 word — be satisfied. {Exit into hut, n. h. 2 e.) 
 
 War. Enough — I'll trust you. {Music, agitato, 8 bars; he 
 then ascends the rock, E. H. ; leaving his staff, disappears, R. H. 3 E. ; 
 lively Scotch music.) 
 
 Enter Highland lads and lasses, decorated xoith favors, over platform, 
 3 e. l. k., dancing, preceding Sandie and Marlan. Reenter An- 
 drew ^rom hut, R. H. 2. E. — Crosses to c. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Gayly, sweetly breathe the flute, 
 
 'lip it lightly o'er the ground ; 
 Strike the tabor, sound the lute. 
 
 Dance a merry, merry round. 
 Hail the bridegroom, hail the fau-, 
 Hail the happy wedded pair. 
 
 Mar. But if, false, you should deceive me, 
 
 Think what anguish would be mine ; 
 .S'a)i. I'll be ever true, believe me, 
 Ever constant, ever thine. 
 Hail the bridegroom, hail the fair, 
 Hail the happy wedded pair. 
 
 San. (L. c.) Well, here we arc. Master Mucklcstane, fast as the kirk 
 can make us ; as happy and handsome a couple as ever plighted faith. 
 
 And. (c.) Aha, my bonny bairn, gie yc joy ! {Shaking his 
 hand.) By your leave, bonny lassie. {Saluting her.) Welcome, 
 chiels, welcome. But ye dinna ken what an unco strange visitor I 
 hae had ; nae less a personage than <' Mat o' the Glen ! " 
 
 All. " Mat o' the Glen! " 
 
 San. Has that awful gaberlunzie appeared again ? For certain, 
 his coming bodea no good. 
 
 And, O' my conscience, ye may wecl say sae. But yc'U be the 
 
 mair surprised when I tell ye ho appointed me to be {At this 
 
 inoment the Warlock, xorapped in a largo cloak, who had mingled with 
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 6 THE WAULOCK OF THE GLEX. [ACT 1. 
 
 the thrnnrj on entrance, comes down, R. H., crosses Andrew, exclaiming^ 
 " f<iUnl ! " and disappears, 2 E. L. H., unobserved by the rest.) When 
 he appointed me to be — "silent." {Terrified.) It wa' himself. 
 Wha but him ! wha but him I 
 
 San. But who, Andrew ■ 
 
 And. The — the — de'il, I believe ; and now it's out. (All laugh.) 
 
 Siiii. A\'hy, the man looks for all the world as though he had seen 
 a bogle. 
 
 And. Whisht ! — hae a care o' yoursel — he's within hearing. 
 
 .S'.<)i. He ! — Whom do you mean ? 
 
 And. {Recovering himself.) O, nacbody, nacbody — I was but 
 communing wi' mysel. But come, ye dinna forget the dance, sirs ! 
 The music, there ! the music ! — Strilce up, Donald, and foot it 
 lightly. (Music, Scotch reel. Towards tlie conclusion t/ie Countess 
 Adela screams icithout, 3 E. L. ii., and enters, bearing her child in her 
 arms, descends the rock, 3 e. l. h., and rushes into the midst ; the 
 music and dance pause abrujHl;/.) 
 
 Cuun. (c.) O, save me, save me ! — Protect my child ! 
 
 Mar. (l. c.) "lis the Countess of Glencairn. I know her well; 
 she, who, they say, through grief for her lost lord, became distracted. 
 
 Coun. Distracted ! O, credit not the vile reports of sinful men, 
 invented for the Avorst of purposes ! attribute not a mother's terrors to 
 the wild ra\-ings of a disordered mind. I am not mad. This is my 
 child I hold — my child that they would tear from me, and murder. 
 
 Heaven, I am too sensible of my unhappy state ! 
 
 And. (r. c.) Unfortunate Icddy I What can we do for ye? — 
 auld Andrew speaks to ye — he wha has ken'd ye in fair weather 
 and in foul ; and wha nivcr wuU desert yc while tliis gude arm can 
 wield a claymore. 
 
 Coun. Men of Glencairn, I call upon you as a mistress — as a 
 mother I Behold this boy, your late revered master's son — the right- 
 ful heir of Glencairn. I call upon you to protect him ! — O ! save 
 him from his unnatural luiclc, who, not content with usurpation, 
 would stamp his claims to these dominions in blood — the heart's 
 blood of this infant. 
 
 And. Ah, my dear leddy, an we had as gude power as we hae 
 gude will and gude cause; but ye ken the laud's unco potent, and, 
 
 1 fear me, might claim a right o' guardianship ower the bairn ; and, 
 in that case 
 
 Coun. A right of gxiardianship ! He I — the usuiper ! — Sooner 
 would I plunge the boy into the roaring tide — sooner consign him to 
 the mercy of the waves than to his savage uncle's power. Andrew, 
 you once were foremost in zeal to the house of Glencairn ; then — 
 O, if still you have the heart, the courage to assist your master's wife, 
 exert it now. My father's castle stands but three leagues hence ; 
 coidd I reach it, the doors would open to protect me. What need 
 of words : Your fishing boat would be a secret and secure convey- 
 ance. Will you — O, will you aid a fallen Avretch like me, whose 
 means accord not with her wishes to reward you ? 
 
 And, Reward ! What, for an act o' duty ? Leddy, I hae but 
 little phrase wi' me ; but tliis I maun say, that he wha will na' lend
 
 SCE>fi! I.] THE AVARLOUK Ol' THE GLEN. 7 
 
 a helping hand to a leddy in distress may Avear the form o' a mon, 
 but maun hae the heart o' a demon. 
 
 Coim. Generous man ! accept a mother's thanks. 
 
 And. Come, neebors, disperse yourscis, each to his ain hame, and 
 look ye keep close counsel about what ye hae heard ; for, ye ken, it's 
 ill o' the vassal's mouth that betrays the bread it eats. 
 
 San. (l. h.) Never fear : -sve know our duty, and will abide by 
 it. Come along, Marian. {^Music. Exeunt Sandie, Marian, and 
 2}easants, over platform, 3 E. R. h.) 
 
 And. Come, mj- pretty bairn, and only let me see the stoutest he 
 will hurt a hair belonging to ye, while auld Andrew can wag a finger 
 in your defence. 
 
 Reenter Sandie, over platform, 3 e. l. h. 
 
 San. Andrew ! Maister Andrew 
 
 And. How now ? What the de'il ails ye ? Cauna ye speak, 
 mon ? 
 
 San. There ai-e two of the lau'd's black-visaged gentry conung 
 along the beach : I ken them from the rocks. — Should they be in 
 pursuit of the countess 
 
 Coun. {Snatching her child.') O, yes ! I know them well — the 
 agents of the fell Clanronald's power ! — Whither can I fly ? 
 
 And. I hae it ; betake yoursel to the wood, and make your way 
 as secretly as ye can to the eastern cliff; in an hour hence my boat 
 shall be in readiness. Sandie will be your guide : ho knows the way 
 fu' wcel. 
 
 San. Ay, tlyit I do, uncle ; and a precious abode of unclean 
 spirits it is. Eut never fear ; I'll bring you safely through, in spite 
 of all the hobgoblins, bogles, and worriecows in Christendom. 
 
 And. That's a bra'e lad. Ha ! they are here ! — Make haste, my 
 bonny leddy, for the love o' gudeness ; I will manage to detain 
 them. (^Music. The Countess, attended by Sanuie, hurries out with 
 the child, R. II. 1 E., while Andrew appears as if busily engaged with 
 his nets, r. h. 2 E.) 
 
 Enter Rtjthven and Murdock, over platform, l. ii. 3 e. 
 
 Ruth. I am certain she must have passed this way. 
 
 Mur. liCt us cjuestion the fisherman ; he may know something. 
 
 Ruth. Hollo, old fellow ! (^Going up, R. ii., and slapping him on 
 the hack.) 
 
 And. Fellow ! — familiar eneugh at first sight, mcthinks. What 
 ■want ye wi' Andrew Mucklestane? (^Comes forward, c.) 
 
 Ruth. (r. h.) We want a lady that 
 
 And. i e want a leddy ; awecl, mon, I canna satisfy ye. ( Crosses 
 to K. ir.) 
 
 Mur. {i>. II.) An unfortunate maniac, that contrived this morning 
 to elude the vigilance of her keepers. 
 
 And. (r. ii.) Hoot awa! that wa' niver a fault o' mine. What
 
 8 THE ^VARLOt•K OF THli ClLEX. [ACT I. 
 
 for do ye tax me, mon ? Ye dinna tak' it into your stupid heads that 
 I ha' run oft" wi' a lunatic ? 
 
 Mur. (L. 11.) No, no, friend ; but v>c suspect that you have 
 given her concealment. Answer ; have you not seen such a person as 
 ■\vc describe pass this way ? Answer, or tremble at the consequence. 
 Know you not ■whence we come r 
 
 Aiifl. Ay, as wcel as I do know where yc'll gang one day or 
 anither. But be ye laird or loon, gentle or simple, I'll just tell ye I'm 
 na minded to let my tongue bring me into trouble. 
 
 Mur. Indeed ! Then we'll make so bold as to search your cot- 
 tage. {They are proceeding to the hut, R. h. 2 e., when Andrew, seiz- 
 ing an oar, stations himself before the door.) 
 
 And. Ilauld, aback I or, by St. Andrew, my respectable namesake, 
 I'll make sae bold as to dismiss ye — and wi' shirts fu' o' sair banes 
 into the bargain. 
 
 Enter Claxeoxald and two vassals, over platform, L. H. 3 e. 
 
 Clan. How now ! — my officers threatened ! Slave, retire — nor 
 dare to oppose my sers'ants in the performance of their duty. 
 
 And. The laird ! — then I maun yield to nccessit}'. I ken my 
 distance, and never shall it be said o' Andrew Mucklestanc, he forgot 
 his duty to the house o' Glencairn. (lie retires ; Clanronald M>aj;es 
 his hand to Huthvex and Murdock, who enter the hut, R. H. 2 E., 
 foUotced by Andrew.) 
 
 Clan. Confusion ! to be thus baffled by a woman ! frustrated in 
 all my deep-laid schemes of aggrandizement ! What boots it to have 
 crushed the serpent, if the young adder still survive to sting my 
 future peace ? Yet wherefore should I rack my 'soul with fears ? 
 They cannot long escape me ; and once more in my power, some 
 means shall soon be found to make the lady mine. What though 
 she scorns my offers — force sliall effect my purpose. 
 
 Reenter Kuthven and Murdock. y/-(57/i hut, R. ii. 2 e. 
 
 No welcome tidings yet? — 'tis very strange. Perchance she may 
 have sought the forest, as promising the best concealment. Follow 
 me instantly ; I swear never to know a moment's rest till these ac- 
 cursed fugitives be found. (Exit, l. u. 3 ^.,folloiced by vassals.) 
 
 Reenter Andrew //-owi hict, R. u. 2 e. 
 
 And. Ah, gang thy ways — auld Beelzebub ^vill claw ye at last. 
 Puir leddy ! I maunna forget ye ! na, na ; let aw the warld desert ye, 
 auld Andrew will stand by ye, sink or swim. (Music. Leaps into 
 boat, and pushes from shore.)
 
 SCENE II.] THE AVAELOCK OV THE GLEK. 
 
 ScEXE II. — A Romantic Glen, 2 G., amid the rocks, in front of which 
 is a cavern, L. h., in flat, concealed hy overhanging brambles; bank 
 on E. H. c. ; lights half down. 
 
 Enter Donald and Allen, l. u. 1 e., bearing a basket of provisions, ■ 
 flagon, S^c. 
 
 Allen. See, this is the spot, and there the cave where he is sup- 
 posed to dwell — so place the provisions at the entrance, and awaj'. 
 I would not have him find us loitering here for all the good things we 
 have broui^ht to appease him. (Puts basket down on c.) 
 
 Don. Tut, man ! he has no power to harm honest folk like us ; here 
 has he dwelt six long years, and never injured mortal man that I ever 
 heard of. 'Tis as well to speak respectfully of him, m case he should 
 overhear. 
 
 Alle7i. Why, you won't pretend to deny that he has dealings with 
 evil spirits, brings blight upon the corn, and murrain among the cattle ; 
 nay, and I'll warrant me, had a hand in the death of our good laird, 
 wlio disappeared in such a strange manner, just about the time this 
 Mattie was first seen. 
 
 Don. Pooh — nonsense ! don't believe a word of it. For my 
 part, I can't see what folks have to fear in him ; I dare swear he is a 
 civil-spoken sort of a body, after all. 
 
 Allen. Hark ! I hear footsteps — he's commg ! Rrm, run, fellow ! 
 
 Don. {Frightened.) Coming ! you don't say so ! 
 
 Allen. Why, you seem alarmed : ho has no power over honest 
 folks, you know: 
 
 Don. Ay, very true; but we are none of us perfect, you know. 
 At any rate, I'm off. {Music. Exeunt, l. h. 1 e.) 
 
 Enter Sandie and the Countess, with her child, 1 e. e. h. 
 
 San. Nay, bear up, madam — we must be near the cliff. 
 
 C'oim. No more, I can no more : my wearied feet refuse their of- 
 fice, and exhausted nature sinks within me. 
 
 .San. Then sit a while upon this bank, and recruit your strength. 
 
 Coim. Ilest here, my jirecious burden. (Countess and child sit 
 on bank, E. h.) O, while you remain to me I am not wholly 
 wretched. Thou heir to all thy father's loveliness, mayst thou in- 
 herit, too, his wondrous virtues. 
 
 Add. Dear mother, I'm sadly hungry. 
 
 Sfin. Say you so ? {Looking round.) Eh! as I live, a basket of 
 provisions and a flagon of wine. Egad, this is rare luck ! 
 
 Coun. ^lystcrious Providence ! Home unknown supplies our 
 wants. 
 
 San. O, ay — some unknown ! Madam, madam ! do not eat for 
 your life ! This is the Warlock's cave — we had better be gone. 
 
 Coun. In sooth, not yet. It could be no imkind spirit has sent us 
 these. There, my child. {Giving food.)
 
 10 THK WARLOCK Oi' THE GLEN. [ACT I. 
 
 Sa>i, O madam, you don't kno-vv their tricks ; -what if it should 
 be poisoned : ^Vhy, odds life, you -won't cat r Ey, noAV if I dared 
 — there's nobody by — so here goes. {Si(s down on u. h. near bank, 
 niifl eats.) I' faith, it's excellent ; here, my little dear, take a sup of 
 this — it will -warm your little heart. AVhat ! you won't ? Then I 
 will. (^Dri)i/is.) Egad, your spirits live daintily. Rhenish, as I'm u 
 judge. 
 
 Coiai, Vn-icrc are your fears now, Sandic ? 
 
 l>an. (Drinkinff.) Going — going — gone! {(urns the flagontopsy- 
 turvy,) quite gone ! Ey my valor, I feel as bold as a lion. Let 'em 
 come on — a whole legion of spirits — damme if I budge. 
 
 Adeh How coldly the wind blows around us ! 
 
 Conn. Say'st thou, my child ? — then, perchance, this cavern will 
 afford us shelter. ( They cross, L. ii., towards the cave.) 
 
 M'ar. ( Without, behind cave, L. F.) Back ! back ! 
 
 San. (^Star(i)ig up.) Heaven help us ! "What voice was that ? 
 
 Coun. It issued from the cavern ! 
 
 War. (^Within, L. r.) "Who dares disturb the solitude of the 
 Warlock ? 
 
 San. The "Warlock ! {Trembling.) O, dear ! (), dear I —then it 
 is all up with us. [Music. The Wahlock darts from the cave, L. v., 
 and starts at beholding the Countess.) 
 
 War. Ha ! a woman ! 
 
 Coun. (r. h. c.) Yes, and a mother. As thou art human, let 
 that word disarm thee of the power to harm us. 
 
 War. {To Saxdie.) And who art thou ? 
 
 San. (k. "a., falling on his knees.) A miserable wretch, not worth 
 your notice. O, spare me ! spare me ! for I am just mamcd ! 
 
 War. Fly hence ! begone ! 
 
 San. "With all the pleasure in life ! {lie runs out, r. }I. 1 e.) 
 
 Coun. "What may this mean r Nay, do not tremble so, my child. 
 
 War. Thy child ! thine I Ila ! let me look upon him. {He 
 grasps the child with fervor.) 
 
 Coun. O Heaven ! what woidd you do ? 
 
 Adel. Do not fear, mother ! I'm sure he will not harm me. 
 
 War. Harm you ! not for worlds ; or if I did, it could be but vnXh 
 kindness., {Then relaxing his hold.) There — take him — tear him 
 from me, while yet these anns can loose their hold, or ray heart burst 
 in the struggle ! 
 
 Coun. Alas ! unhappy man ! his wits are crazed ! 
 
 War, Not so ! I know thee well — thee and thy sorrows. Adela 
 of Glencairn, dangers beset you — guilt is busy to confound you. But 
 fear not — for I will protect you. In the hour of peril, when all other 
 earthly means have failed, call upon me — I will be near to help 
 thee. I, Matthew of the Glen, who never was known to break my 
 word ! 
 
 Coun. Thanks, thanks I Come, my child, let us proceed. O, 
 surely, Heaven will look down with pity, and save this innocent from 
 the fell grasp of his pursuers ! Generous man, adieu ! 
 
 (Music. Exit with the child, li. n. 1 E.) 
 
 War. {Gazing intently after them.) They take the way towards
 
 SCEXE III. J THE WARLOCK OF THE GLEN. 11 
 
 the cliff. Now, 1 may follow unseen and unsuspected. O nature ! 
 yet, yet a little ; bear me up to raise the fallen and confound the 
 guilty. (^Music. Exit, l. h. 1 z.) 
 
 ScEXE III. — View of the Sea and Bochy Shore, 7 g. On ii. h. 4 e. 
 a huge cliff, with jilatform, lohich projects into the water ; set return 
 rock on r. h. ; set return rock on l. h. ; three rows set waters cross, 
 and ground jHeces ; lights down. Music. 
 
 Enter the Countess, leading her child, l. h. 3 e. 
 
 Coun. This is the place ! Cheer iip, my lovely babe ; our toils 
 are passed. There stands the cliff, from whose dizzy height so oft, in 
 happy years, I have gazed upon the fearful deep. (Looks toicards the 
 sea.) It must be past the time Andrew appointed — he said an hour : 
 surely he meant not to deceive us ! Ah, no ! I know him well ; the 
 good old man could never play a faithless part : he will be here anon. 
 
 Buth. (Without, V. T.. I.., distant.') Hollo! 
 
 Coun. What noise was that ? (SAe . listens fearfully.^ O, 'twas 
 but the wave dashing against the shore. A mother's terrors imagine 
 danger in every passing breeze. 
 
 Ruth. {Without, Jj. n. V. -E., louder.) Hollo! 
 
 Coun. Gracious Heaven ! surely that was more than fancy ! I 
 heard voices ! 
 
 Clan. {Without, L. H.) To the cliff! search among the rocks. 
 
 Coun. O Heavens ! my pursuers ! {Music. She catches up the 
 child, and, staggering to rock, u. n., falls exhausted against it.) 
 
 Enter Clanroxald, Ruthven, and Murdock, l. n. 3 e. 
 
 Clan. Ha, madam ! have I discovered j-ou ? Now tear the child 
 from her embrace. {She screams, and clings to the infant ; they ad- 
 vance to take it, when, at the moment, the Warlock ajjpcars on the 
 cliff, R. H., and waves them back; tableau.) 
 
 War. (R. H.) Forbear ! 
 
 Clan. (l. u.) Who dares to dictate to Clanronald ? 
 
 War. 1 dare ! I, Matthew of the Glen ! 
 
 Clan. Insolent ! think you the superstitious talcs of peasants have 
 any influence on mc ? Mummery all ! llctire, or dread my anger ! 
 
 War. Ha ! dost thou menace, and dare to doubt the power that I 
 possess to awe the guilty ? Then mark, and let thy stubborn soul 
 shrink in the dread conviction of my truth, while I proclaim theo 
 "fratricide!" Is not thy nature satiate with blood? {Thunder.) 
 Beware ! the wrath of Heaven hangs over thee — tempt not its ven- 
 geance further. {He disappears; Clanronald remains jtetrified for 
 a time, till, recovering his self-command, he exclaims, in a tone of deter- 
 mined authority,) — 
 
 Clan. Why look ye idly on ? Has that weird madman's words 
 made statues of you r Seize the child, I say. 
 
 Coun. Stand off I approach me not! my griefs have made me
 
 12 THE ■\VAliLOCK OF T3IE GLEX. [ACT I. 
 
 desperate I Yoii dare not tear hira from mc ! Dare not ? O, no ! 
 you will not — you could not do it I If 'tis his -wealth you covet, 
 take it all — enjoy it, if you can, so you but spare his life ! The 
 scene I have just witnessed shall never be revealed ; I and my child 
 ■will fly to some distant land, and never return to trouble you. 
 
 Chin. How passing fair is supplicating woman ! 
 
 Conn. (Siariina indiffnant/ij fiv>n t/ie ffrottnd.) Ha! do you mock 
 my sufferings ? Man, I have borne much — Heaven truly knows how 
 much ! But paust? ere you inflict a wound beyond a mother's power 
 to endure ! (]Vit/i dif/nih/.) J)arc to divide me from my child, and 
 I denounce you to the M"orld — a murderer ! 
 
 Clan. These ai'e the frantic exclamations of a maniac ! {Seizing 
 the child, and throwing him to L. H.) There, fellows, take the boy; 
 away with him to the castle. 
 
 AdeJ. O motlier ! mother ! save me from these wicked men. 
 
 {Exit MuRDOCK 7eith child, l. h. 2 e.) 
 
 Conn. I come, my child ! 1 follow you ! {Endeavors to pass 
 Clanroxald ; she is overcome by detpair, and falls exhausted ; Clan- 
 ROXALD raises her; the Couxtess, recovering, endeavors feebly to 
 escape.) 
 
 Clan. Nay, lady, your efforts are in vain. 
 
 Coun. Off, monster ! — murderer! Let me pass. {Looking round, 
 she misses the boy, and gives a loud scream.) My child ! — Gone ! — 
 forever gone ! — (), horrible ! My husband — and my infant, too — 
 both dead ! — murdered by thy bloody hand ! — But there's a way 
 left yet ! Thus I escape I'rom you ! {Music. She breaks from his 
 hold, and 7'ushes out, n. h. 2 e., folloioed by Ruthvex ; she reappears 
 vpon the cliff, R. H. 4 E., and 2}lunges into the water. At this moment 
 AxDREAv is seen in his fishing boat, making toivards the cliff, from L. h. 
 4 E. ; Waki.ock enters from R. h. 4 e.) 
 
 TABLEAU. 
 
 Warlock, 
 on cliff', R. II. 4 E. 
 
 Boat, with 
 AxDREW a7id Couxtess. 
 
 Ceaxronald. 
 Quick drop. 
 
 END of act I.
 
 SCENE I.] THE WARLOCK OF THE GLEN. IS 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Scene I. — Interior of a Cottage, 2 G. Table set for supper on L. c. ; 
 lamp on table; one rustic chair on E. c. ; three stools on l. ; d. f. c, 
 practical, backed by dark wood ; thunder, lightiiing, and rain. 
 
 SA>fDiE, Marian, and Matjse discovered at shipper table on l. h. 
 Glee. 
 
 Mar. Hark ! 
 
 San. Hark ! 
 
 Mar. The wind, with sullen roar, 
 
 Resounds along the troubled shore. 
 All. O, 'tis a fearful night ! 
 
 San, And now the thunder rends the air. 
 
 And flickering lightnings Hame and flare. 
 All. A hideous, horrid sight. 
 Mar. Hear ! 
 
 San. Hear ! 
 
 Was ever such a dreadful din ? 
 
 The storm will beat the casement in. 
 San. and Mar. Good mother, do not fear ; 
 
 The casement's strong, the door is fast ; 
 
 Its strength defies the blast ; 
 
 Good mother, do not fear. ( Thunder and lightning.') 
 
 Mail. Mercy on us, what a night is this ! it blows, rains, thunders, 
 and lightens enough to blow in the casement. Heaven help the poor 
 countess ! 
 
 San. Ah, I'll warrant me you may spare your prayers, good 
 mother ! — by this time she's past all earthly help. Why, to judge 
 by his looks, "Mat o' the Glen" wouldn't make above a meal of 
 her ! 
 
 Mau. The voracious cormorant ! 
 
 Mar. Why, you don't think he devoured her, Sandie? 
 
 San. Ah, that did he, I'll be bound for him. It wasn't for noth- 
 ing he sent me out of the way. 
 
 Man. Depend upon it, children, this is an awful season ; have 1 
 not heard creaking noises all night r and the owl screech, and the 
 raven croak r and sic like unnatural bodemcnts ? "isly life on't, the 
 devil is going his rounds. Heaven shield us from his unwholesome 
 clutch ! 
 
 Mar. But go on, good mother — you were tclUng us of the poor 
 Laird of (ilencairn. 
 
 Man. Very true. {They sit.) Ay, it's just now six years agone, 
 last Candlemas, that ho took leave of his lady, and left his home for 
 the wars, whence, poor man, he was never fated to return. 
 
 Mar. And what is it supposed became of him r 
 
 Mau. O, vou may well ask ; but nobody can answer that. It was 
 2
 
 14 THE -WAULOCK OF THE GLEX. [ACT II. 
 
 given out, indeed, he fell in the field of battle, -vvliile some go so far as 
 to say he -was privately set upon and murdered. 
 
 Mar. Murdered ! 
 
 Sati. And was it not suspceted that 
 
 Mail. AVhisht ! My bairn, speak lower, for walls have ears now- 
 adays. True, it was suspected that the present laird {A loud 
 
 clap of thunder.) Mercy on us ! what a hui-ly-b\uly was there ! 
 
 And. ( Without, B. r.) Hollo ! 
 
 tian. Hush ! Didn't I hear a voice ? 
 
 Mau. Listen ! 
 
 San. No : it must have been the thunder as it died away. Go on, 
 good mother. ( The cottage door is shalcen.) Again ! {All frightened.) 
 AVhat can it be ? 
 
 Mar. A gust of wind that shook the old oaken door — that's all. 
 {T/ieij sit down, and draxo their stooh closer to one another.) 
 
 Mau. Well, as I was saying, the murdered laird (-4 violent 
 
 thumping at the door, accompanied with thunder and lightning .) O, it's 
 his ghost ! — it's his ghost ! I saw the old picture that hangs over 
 the chimney shake ; and that's a sure bodement. O, I shall faint ! — 
 I know I shall ! 
 
 And. {Without.) Open the door I 
 
 San. Ah ! you may hollo till you are hoarse ; you'll find no en- 
 trance here, unless it's tlirough the keyhole. ( The door is burst open, 
 with a hud crash, and Andrew enters door in fat, c, bearing the 
 Countess ; all scream.) 
 
 Mar, 'Tis my uncle ! — 'tis Andrew ! 
 
 Sati. {Recovering.) Good faith, so it is. — A woman too ! 
 
 And. Ay, a woman ! — it"s nae the first I hae had in my arms, 
 that let me tell ye. Gie us a chair, vrall ye ? {They give him a chair 
 
 — he places the Vovstess upon it.) 
 
 Mar. Heavens ! — the countess ! — and dripping wet ! 
 
 And. Aweel, lassie, ye' 11 nae be fashed o' that neither, when I tell 
 ye she's but just emerged frae the sea. 
 
 Mau. Pray tell us ! — I long to hear how it all came about. 
 
 And. Dinna ye ask, woman — dinna ye ask ; but I fear she was 
 flying frae cruel, wicked men. 
 
 San. O Mattie ! Mattie ! this is your handy work ! 
 
 Mar. Then where is the child ? 
 
 And. The child ! {He starts and appears violently agitated.) Did 
 you say the child : ( With a look of frenzy he clasps his hands together, 
 exclaiming,) Gone ! lost and gone ! — I hae left him struggling in 
 the waves ! {He throics himself on a stool, leans his head on the table, 
 and appears overcome with grief ; they go tip to him.) 
 
 Mar. {Crosses to him.) Andrew ! dear uncle ! be pacified. 
 
 And. {Repel'ing.) Be quiet, will ye r — be quiet. — I tell ye I 
 hae murdered him ! I loved him better than my ain heart's bluid, 
 and I hae murdered him ! 
 
 Mar. Do not take on so — do not think of it ! 
 
 And. Nae think o' it? But I maun think o' it. What can I tell 
 his mither when she comes to hcrscl, and asks me for her bairn ? How 
 
 — how can I answer her ? O, this auld heart, that hae weathered out
 
 SCENli I.j THE ■\VAKLOCK OP THE GLEX. 1.5 
 
 sae mony a gale, maun find this tug too much ! Yet what for do 1 
 stand clavering here ? I'll seek for him, gin he war fifty fathom 
 
 deep; I'll pluck him frae the waves, and (He is rushinrj out, 
 
 when Warlock, (ctYAoi^i', exclaims, behind flat,) Andrew Mucklestane! 
 the clock has struck ! (.4// start.) 
 
 Man. St. Bridget defend us ! That was no earthly voice ! 
 
 And. It is — it's Mattie ! Ah, he'll gie me speerings o' the baiiTi ! 
 Coming, Mattie ! — coming ! (//e rushes out, d. f. c.) 
 
 Mar. Follow him, for Heaven's sake, Sandie ! — he knows not what 
 he docs. 
 
 San. Follow him — follow a madman ! — odds flesh ! that's sooner 
 said than done. I'll see the road he takes, however, if that will 
 please you. {^Exit door in flat, c.) 
 
 Mau. Come ye hither, claild ; the lady's coming to herself. (TAe 
 Countess opens her eyes, but.flxes them on vacancy.) 
 
 Mar. How terrible she looks ! Lady, dear lady, do you not 
 know us ? 
 
 Conn. Know you ? — Yes — you are tlie murderers of my child. 
 But he is in heaven now, where you can never reach him. 
 
 Maxi. Poor, insensible thing ! — her wits are clean gone. 
 
 Coun. See ! he stretches out his little arms to me — he smiles on 
 me — his smile was ever beautiful ! I come to you, my child. Why 
 do you hold me down ? — 'Tis cruel to keep me from my babe. (San- 
 die rushes in from door in flat, c.) 
 
 San. Here's a business ! 
 
 Mau. Why, what's the matter, Sandie? 
 
 San. The laird ! — the laird ! 
 
 Mar. What of him ? 
 
 San. He's coming with a whole troop at his heels ! — the countess 
 will be carried from us. 
 
 Mau. W^e shall be all murdered! — Come this way, my lady, 
 {Endeavoriny to lead her off — she resists.) 
 
 Conn. No, I will meet him. 
 
 Enter Clanronald, Rutitv'en, Murdock, aiid two vassals from 
 D. F. c, beariny torches. 
 
 Clan. Behold the object of our search in a peasant's cottage ! — 
 Quick ! — secure her ! 
 
 Coun. Ha ! — Fratricide ! Dost thou dare to tear him from me? 
 Where is my child! — my child! — thou infant-murderer? {^Her 
 strcnyth fails, and she falls into the arms of IIuttiven.) 
 • Clan. Convey her to the castle instantly, and pi-epare the nup- 
 tial rites — this very hour shall our marriage be consummated. — 
 {Aside.) Murdock, to you I give the charge to see the brat safely 
 disposed of. You may throw him Ijoncath the ruins of the ablicy ; 
 there let him moulder beneath his father's bones. Away ! (Muudocic 
 boios assent, and Clankonald, with his train, beariny the Col'ntkss, 
 exeunt through d. f. c.) 
 
 San. Poor, dear lady ! my heart aches for her, doomed to the arras 
 cf such a bear. 
 
 Mau. A bear ! — a Hottentot ! Ugh !
 
 IG TJIE W.VllLOCK OF THE GLEX. [ACT II. 
 
 San. "Well, I'll e'en follow to the castle; for, hap what will, 1 
 must see the end of it. {Exeunt Mause cmd Makiax, e. h. 2 e.) 
 
 Scene II. — The Moor, 5 G., by midnight. On K. H. 3 E. the ruins 
 of an abbeij, surrounded by a few withered trees ; the wind is heard 
 at intervals, and the thunder as dying .away in the distance ; lights 
 down. 
 
 Enter Andrew, u. e. l. v.., fearfully looking round him. 
 
 And. flattie ! Mattie ! — what for dinna ye answer me, mon ? 
 Is it creditable, think ye, to invite folk to meet ye in your ain draw- 
 ing room, as it were, and after aw, na appear to bid 'em welcome r 
 (The bell, shaken by the wind, tolls.) "Wha gangs there? — speak! 
 Ye had better, {drawing his hanger,) or, by the ward of a Highlander, 
 ye sail nivcr Avag the saucy tongue o' ye again. AVhat a goustie place 
 is this ! — ony company war preferable to this dreadful stillness. 
 Why, Mattie! I say — canny Mattie! bonny Mattie! where, i' the 
 name of all the bogles and worriecows, hae ye betaken youi-sel ? {The 
 Waulock steals on, 2 e. l. h., unobserved by Andrew.) 
 
 ]Var. Peace ! I charge you. 
 
 And. Sae ye ai'e come at last ! But what gars ye glow'r a hint ye 
 o' that gate ? — Ye hae na' brought wi' ye ony companion, it is to be 
 hoped. 
 
 War. Murder is abroad ! 
 
 And. {Trembling.) Mur — mur — der ! Y'e dinna say sae! For 
 the love of gudeness, cUnna niak' geer o' me. — Y'e terrify me, 
 :Mattie ! 
 
 War. They come this way — the demons ! Retii'C ! conceal yoiir- 
 self among the ruins ! 
 
 And. Demons coming this way ! — My certes, Mattie, tak' me vn' 
 ye — ye' re preferable to a demon ony day o' the week. {They retire 
 behind the ruins, 3 E. R. ii.) 
 
 Enter Ruthven and Mt'RDOCK, L. ir. 2 e., bearing the child, wrapped 
 in a large cloak. 
 
 Mur. This is the place — beneath tho^e stones rots the father's 
 body. Come, Ruthven, despatch. {They remove the cloak, and set 
 down the child.) 
 
 Adel. "Where arc you taking me ? all is so dark around. 
 
 Ruth. Are you frightened, boy r 
 
 Adel. I should be, were I not going to my mother. Pray, let lis 
 make haste — this is such a frightful place. 
 
 Mur. Pshaw! we trifle time. Come, Ruthven, di-aw your pon- 
 iai'd, while I go scoop a grave among the rubbish. 
 
 Ruth. By Heaven ! he clings to me in contidence. I camiot harm 
 him ! 
 
 Mur. "What ! have you scniples ? Pshaw ! away with them ! 
 What beholds us ?
 
 SCENE III.] THE WARLOCK OF THE GLEN. 17 
 
 War. {Fro7n beneath the abbey, R. h. 3 e.) The eye of 
 Heaven ! 
 
 Ruth. Some one spoke ! Would 1 were quit of this. 
 
 Mur. Fancy, all. 
 
 Ruth. It might have been ; but, as I'm a living man, it seemed the 
 wai'ning of Glencairn ! 
 
 Mur. Coward ! Art thou afraid of ghosts ? 
 
 Ruth. I know not how it is, but my nature revolts from killing a 
 chUd. 
 
 Adel. You certainly do not mean to kill me ! — and yet you look 
 so fro^^•ningly. Pray do not hurt me ! {Kneeling.') 
 
 Ruth. In faith, I cannot. 
 
 Mur. Away, then, thou slave to conscience ! leave me to do the 
 job ; but expect not to share in the reward. 
 
 Ruth. Leave you to the full reward ? — never ! This to prevent 
 it. (//e seizes the child, and is preparing to plunge the poniard into 
 him, ivhen Andrew rushes out, exclaiming,) — 
 
 And. By all my fears, it is my leddy's bairn ! Have at ye baith, 
 ye precious pair of villains ! (^Music. lie attacks them furiously, and 
 drives them off, L. H. 2 e. At this instant the Warlock darts from 
 the ruins, snatches up the child, and exclaiming, " Mine ! mine ! " 
 rushes out, R. u. 3 e.) 
 
 Reenter Andreav, 2 e. l. h. 
 
 Ye hae gotten it now, or I hae mistaken my weapon — a decent 
 wame fu' o' steel. And now for the bairn ; gude faith, how pleased 
 his mither avuI be! Come, my little dear! {Tur?is round.) 
 Ha, gane ! then Mattie has gotten his claws on him. Mattie ! for 
 the love of gudeness, mon, dinna harm the child ! Mattie ! Mattie ! 
 Mattie ! {Music. Exit, 2 e. r. ji.) 
 
 Scene III. — Another Part of the Moor, 1 o. Lights down. 
 
 Enter Andrew, 1 e. r. h., in a disconsolate attitude. 
 
 And. It's aw' in vain ! the de'il a blink hae I had o' him ; he is 
 gane — gane forever I sac I'll niver waste my cen with greeting ; I'll 
 bear it as an auld seaman ooght. {Wiping his eyes.) Pshaw! this 
 hulk is rotten, and the salt water oozes through in spite o' me. (Lean- 
 ing against a tree, then starting up.) Would I could see this Mattie 
 once again — but once! and if ever I took these bull dogs frae hia 
 ill-boding throat till I had shaken aw' the breath out o' liis uuld 
 farrant carcass, say I'm nae Highlander. 
 
 Enter the Wari,ock, 1 e. l. n. 
 
 War. {Strikes his staff on the ground.) What would you with 
 the Warlock of the Glen ? 
 
 And. Ha, you here ! Toll me, where is tlic bov r Xac, niver bend 
 
 •) «
 
 18 THE ■fl-ARLOCK OF THE GLEX. [ACT II. 
 
 your scornfu' eyes o' me ; I'd speak my mind, gin you were fnice as 
 frightfu', and that's na' in nature. — Spo;ik ! tell mc •what hae ye 
 done wi' the bairn ; or I'll ■\\Ting it frac your saul, ye unearthly 
 mortal. 
 
 War. Be satisfied — the boy is safe ! 
 
 And. But does he live r only tell mc that he lives. 
 
 J Car. He still lives. 
 
 And. Bless ye — bless ye ! {He is overcome by joy, and falls at 
 the Warlock's feet.') Mattic, ye have brought me to ray knees. I 
 niver thought to hae bent sae low to mortal man, much less to — 
 but I hae done ! Mattie, ye hae ta'cn a load o' anguish off frae ray 
 heart, and mony thanks to ye for the favor. 
 
 War. (^Aside.) 1 can resist no longer! (^Then icith the tone of 
 his voice and manner altered.') Rise, Andrew, rise, and hear me ! 
 AVhom dost thou think I am? I know thou say'st, " The AVarlock ! 
 a weird recluse ; " but look upon me. (^Removing his hair, S<c.) An- 
 drew ! hast thou forgotten Glencaim ? 
 
 And. Alive! — nac, sure ! Yes, but it is! — my ecu dinna de- 
 ceive me — it is the laird himsel ! {Kneels.) 
 
 War. Sly poor, faithful servant ! 
 
 And. But he's alive ! — I hae him ! I touch him ! O, my auld 
 heait "s^ill burst ! But the Countess — the baina I the — ha ! — her — 
 her — you, Mattie ! 
 
 War. Yes, Andrew, for these six long years, beneath the garb of 
 misery, have I ckaggcd out a A^TCtched being. Such were the terms 
 imposed on me by the repentant who preserved my life. 
 
 And. Your life r 
 
 War. Even so. When the fell poniard of a villain brother struck 
 me to the earth, his myrmidon, commissioned to entomb my body, 
 discovered the vital spark Avas not extinct within me, and Avith a soul 
 less hardened than his master's, removed me to a cave, Avhcre, day by 
 day, I gained fresh strength ; and he there extorted, as the price of life, 
 an oath that I would never to mortal man reveal myself, till he shoidd 
 be no more ; that oath I have kept inviolate, till yesterday, stung by 
 remorse for all liis numerous sins, the AATCtch cxpii-ed, and freed me 
 from restraint. 
 
 And. O, happy day ! — Then ye'U return amang us ? 
 
 War. I shall return to claim again my long-lost rights ; but Ave 
 must proceed Avith caution. Will you assist me r 
 
 And. With my life. 
 
 War. The knowledge of a secret entrance to the castle Avill aid my 
 purpose well ; thither Ave must proceed AA-ithout delay ; for I haA'e 
 batched a scheme, Avhich, if I err not, shall confound the guilty, even 
 in the fulness of their triumph. Come — but the child is safe, is safe. 
 Come ! {Exeunt, l. h. 1 e.)
 
 SCEXK IV. J 
 
 THE WARLOCK OF THE GLEK. 19 
 
 ScEXE TV. — Interior of a Gothic Chapel, 3 and 5 G., brilliantly illu- 
 minated. Large c. door, practical, backed luith altar lighted and steps ; 
 music. 
 
 Enter CLANROjrAXD, Ruthvex, MtrEDOOK, and servants, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Clan. Ay — this looks well ; these nuptial torches blaze with be- 
 coming splendor. Quick ! lead the countess hither. {Exeunt Huth- 
 VEX and Murdock, r. h. 1 e.) Now, now, Clanronald, thou hast 
 arrived at fortune's pinnacle ! — But by what means ? No matter — 
 let dotards shrink at the qualms of conscience ; I spiun at its dominion. 
 f A strain of music is heard, ii. h.) Ha ! that peal proclaims my bride's 
 approach ! — She comes to crown my dearest wishes. {Music, forte.) 
 
 Enter the Couxtess, 1 e. e. h., luith Ruthven and Murdock, attended 
 by ladies. 
 
 This is well, madam ! I am joyed to find that reason has assumed 
 its sway, and you no longer shrink from the calls of love. 
 
 Coun. Deceive not thyself, Clanronald. I swear- before these wit- 
 nesses, who ■v\ill record my words, never to pronounce vows that bind 
 me to a murderer ! 
 
 Cla7i. I'll hear no more ! — force shall effect — this way to the 
 altar. {Dragging her to the c. doors — she struggles.) 
 
 Coun. Just Heaven ! is there no help ? — no hope ? Ha, {with a 
 sudden burst of recollection,') I call upon the Warlock of the Glen ! 
 
 Claji. Indeed ! — Let him appear to save thee, if he can, {He has, 
 by this time, reached the folding doors, when they open suddenly ; the 
 altar is discovered illuminated, before which stands the Warlock ; 
 Cr.ANRONALU looses his hold of the Countess, and staggers back, L. h. ; 
 all express amazement ; tableau.) Wherefore art thou here ? 
 
 War. To tell thee thou hast filled up the measure of thy guilt ! 
 Thy miurdered victims cry for justice on thee ! Villain ! 
 
 Clan. I will not hear thee ! lloa, there ! — seize that vile impos- 
 tor ! (Murdock and Huthven, r. n., advance to seize him: the 
 Warlock tcaves them back.) 
 
 War. Stand off! — {To Clanronald on l. h.) Obdurate! dost 
 thou still doubt my power r — Then will I raise a witness thou canst 
 not, dar'st not question. Behold ! {throioing off the Warlock habit, 
 and appearing in his proper character) thy brother ! (Clanronald is 
 thunderstruck ; the Countess, xoith a scream of joy, rushes into the 
 arms of her husbaiid.) 
 
 Glen. !My wife ! — my Adela I 
 
 Clan. Ha ! do the dead rise against mc ? Could not the grave 
 withliold its prey ? Why — why is this ? I struck liim to tlic eartli ! 
 
 Thou shalt not triumph ! — this dagger failed me once, but now 
 
 {Attempts to stab Glencairn, bat is disarmed by the Countess.) 
 
 Glen. Hold thy desperate hand ! and rather, by repentance, 
 seek atonement and forgiveness for thy crimes. 
 
 (Exeunt Cl\nronald and tn^o vassals, 1 e. l. h.)
 
 { THE M-AELOCK OF THE GLEX. 
 
 [act II. 
 
 Enter Andrew 7cUh the child, l. n. 3 e. 
 
 A7id. Stand .ye back, there ! — I hae gotten liim, and I'll gie him 
 to liis mither mysel. 
 
 Coic7i. My husband and my child, too, alive ! both alive ! Just 
 Heaven, I thank thee ! (^Music. She smks on her knees ; Glen- 
 cairn bends over her.') 
 
 E.UTHVEN. 
 
 MURDOCK. 
 
 Ladies. 
 
 Andbe-w, 
 icith child in his arms. 
 
 Adela. Glencairn. 
 CURTAIN. 
 
 Vassals. 
 
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