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Arms in thy hands, all savage as thou art.
(Turning to Lochtarish and Glenfadden.)
But thou, the artful, base, contriving villain,
Who hast of an atrocious, devilish act
The mover been, and this thy vile associate,
Prepare ye for the villains' shameful end,
Ye have so dearly earn'd.
(Waving his hand for the Attendants to lead them off.
LOCHTARISH.
Ye have us here within your grasp, and nought
Of hostage or security retain'd
For our protection?
LORNE.
LOCHTARISH.
But if within a week, return'd to Mull,
In safety I appear not, with his blood,
The helpless heir, thy sister's infant son,
Who in my mother's house our pledge is kept,
Must pay the forfeit.
