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ROSA.

My service is not wanted; to your wish,

See, there he comes unwarn'd, and with him too
His noble lady.
(Retiring to the bottom of the stage.)

LOCHTARISH.

Ha! there they come! see how he hangs upon her,

With boyish fondness!

GLENFADDEN.

Ah, the goodly creature!

How fair she is! how winning!—See that form;
Those limbs beneath their foldy vestments moving,
As though in mountain clouds they robed were,
And music of the air their motion measur'd.

LOCHTARISH.

Ay, shrewd and crafty earl! 'tis not for nought

Thou hither sent'st this jewel of thy race.
A host of Campbells, each a chosen man,
Could not enthral us, as, too soon I fear,
This single Campbell will. Shrewd crafty foe!

BENLORA.

Hell lend me aid, if heaven deny its grace,

But I will thwart him, crafty though he be!