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ALICE (putting it up hastily; then hesitating, then recovering herself).

No; why should I withhold it from thine eye;

For still the sweet expressions from her pen
Excel the beauty of its characters.
(Gives it to him.)

Peruse it then, (aside, as she turns from him) while I peruse myself.

MALCOLM (returning the letter, after having read it).

Thou art in tears, sweet Alice; has thy mind

Some boding apprehensions for her safety?

ALICE.

No, God forbid! I have a feeble body,

The worn-out case of a more feeble mind,
And oft will weep for nothing. Heed me not.

MALCOLM.

No, say not so: thy mind and body both

Are lovely yoke-fellows, and will together—
God grant it be so! hold their prosperous course
For many years. (Seeing her endeavours to speak.)
Strive not to answer me;
This wish, though most sincere, deserves no thanks.

Enter Dunarden, followed by Servants, carrying dishes of meat, &c.

DUNARDEN.

Come, honour'd guests, the first dish of our meal,