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A TRAGEDY
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ARGYLL, (looking still more suspiciously upon Lorne, from seeing the eagerness and agitation with which he speaks, and turning from him indignantly.)

No, by this honest blade! if wrong thou'st done,

Thou hast no shelter here. In open day,
Before th' assembled vassals shalt thou tell it;
And he whom thou hast injured, be redress'd,
While I have power to bid my Campbells fight
I' the fair and honour'd cause.

LORNE.

I pray, my lord—

Will you vouchsafe to hear me?

ARGYLL.

Thoughtless boy!

How far unlike the noble Lorne I thought thee!—
Proud as I am, far rather would I see thee
Join'd to the daughter of my meanest vassal,
Than see thy manly, noble worth engaged
In such foul raid as this.

LORNE.

Nay, nay! be pacified!

I'd rather take, in faith, the tawny hand
Of homeliest maid, that doth, o' holidays.
Her sun-burnt locks with worsted ribbon bind,