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So famed for beauty is; but whence he comes,
I cannot tell, my lord.

ARGYLL, (pacing up and down, as he speaks to himself in broken sentences, very much disturbed.)

To Cromack's ancient laird!—If that indeed—

Beshrew me, if it be!—I'd rather lose
Half of my lands than son of mine such wrong,
Such shameful wrong, should do. This sword I've drawn
Like robbery to revenge, ne'er to abet it:
And shall I now with hoary locks——No, no!—
My noble Lorne! he cannot be so base.

Enter Lorne, going up to Argyll with agitation.

ARGYLL, (eyeing him suspiciously.)

Well, John, how is it? Welcome art thou home,

If thou return'st, as well I would believe.
Deserving of a welcome.

LORNE.

Doubts my lord

That I am so returned?

(Aside to Argyll, endeavouring to draw him apart from his attendants.)

Your ear, my father.

Let these withdraw: I have a thing to tell you.