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LOCHTARISH.

Ay, what is shrewder? we have felt the like,

And know it well, my lord.

ARGYLL, (bowing to Lochtarish, but continuing to speak to Maclean.)

Yet, ne'ertheless, good son-in-law and chieftain,

Believe thou well that with a brother's feelings,
Proportion'd to the dire and dismal case
That hath befallen, he now receives you; also
Receiving these your friends with equal favour.
This is indeed to us a woeful meeting,
Chieftain of Mull.

(Looking keenly in his face, while the other shuns his eye.)

I see full well the change

Which violent grief upon that harrow'd visage
So deeply hath impress'd.

MACLEAN. (still embarrassed, and shrinking from Argyll's observation.)

Ah! ah! the woeful day!—I cannot speak.

Alas, alas!

ARGYLL.

Alas, in truth,