And let them, like an angel's arm, unseen Arrest the lifted sword. BUTLER. It is too late. I suffer not myself to feel compassion, Gordon! 'Tis not my hatred (I pretend not To be his murderer. 'Tis his evil fate. Free action. He is but the wire-worked puppet What too would it avail him, if there were GORDON. If your heart speak to you, Follow its impulse. 'Tis the voice of God. Think you your fortunes will grow prosperous Bedewed with blood-his blood? Believe it not! * We doubt the propriety of putting so blasphemous a senti ment in the mouth of any character. T. BUTLER. You know not. Ask not! Wherefore should it happen, (passionately grasping Gordon's hand.) I am dishonoured if the Duke escape us. GORDON. O! to save such a man BUTLER. What! GORDON. It is worth A sacrifice.-Come, friend! Be noble-minded! BUTLER (with a cold and haughty air). He is a great Lord, This Duke and I am but of mean importance. So that the man of princely rank be saved. The price we challenge for ourselves is given us. Man is made great or little by his own will; I am endeavouring to move a rock. Thou hadst a mother, yet no human feelings. Rescue him from you! [Exit Gordon. SCENE IX. BUTLER (alone). I treasured my good name all my life long; His conscious soul accuses him of nothing; The worse man of the two. What, though the world Is ignorant of my purposed treason, yet One man does know it, and can prove it too There lives the man who can dishonour me! Duke Friedland, thou or I-Into my own hands Fortune delivers me-' -The dearest thing a man has is himself. (The curtain drops.) ACT IV.-SCENE I. SCENE-Butler's Chamber. BUTLER, MAJOR, and GERALDIN. Find me twelve strong Dragoons, arm them with pikes, For there must be no firing Conceal them somewhere near the banquet-room, May make its way to the Duke.-Go instantly; And the Macdonald? GERALDIN. They'll be here anon. BUTLER. Here's no room for delay. The citizens |