M'Donald monologue (Act 1) — André

Yes, my good Seward, and yet nothing wond'rous. I love this country for the sake of man. My parents, and I thank them, cross'd the seas, And made me native of fair Nature's world, With room to grow and thrive in. I have thriven; And feel my mind unshackled, free, expanding, Grasping, with ken unbounded, mighty thoughts, At which, if chance my mother had, good dame, In Scotia, our revered parent soil, Given me to see the day, I should have shrunk Affrighted. Now, I see in this new world A resting spot for man, if he can stand Firm in his place, while Europe howls around him, And all unsettled as the thoughts of vice, Each nation in its turn threats him with feeble malice. One trial, now, we prove; and I have met it.