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And now indulge a father in his sorrow,
And say how died my child.—Was her disease
Painful as it was sudden?

MACLEAN.

It was—alas! I know not how it was.

A fell disease!—Her end was so appointed.

LORNE, (behind).

Ay, that I doubt not.

MACLEAN.

A fearful malady! though it received

All good assistance.

LORNE, (behind).

That I doubt not either.

MACLEAN.

A cruel ill!—but how it dealt with her,

My grief o'erwhelm'd me so, I could not tell.

ARGYLL.

Say—Wert thou present? didst thou see her die?

MACLEAN.

Oh, oh! the woeful sight, that I should see it!