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A TRAGEDY
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DE GREY.

Ay; and the keeper also of his son,

The infant heir.

LORNE, (starting.)

I did not think of this.


ARGYLL.

Then let thy headstrong fury pause upon it.

Thanks to Sir Hubert's prudence! thou as yet
Before thy followers hast restrained been;
And who this lady is, whom to the castle,
Like a mysterious stranger, ye have brought,
From them remains conceal'd.—My brave De Grey!
This thy considerate foresight, join'd to all
Thy other service in this woeful matter,
Hath made us much thy debtor.

DE GREY.

I have indeed, my lord, considered only

What I believed would Helen's wishes be,
Ere she herself could utter them; if this
Hath proved equivalent to wiser foresight,
Let it direct us still; let Helen's wishes
Your measures guide.