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LOCHTARISH.

Hark! hark, again! dread powers are dealing with him.

Come, chieftain—come and see the awful man.
If heaven or hell hath power to move thy will,
Thou canst not now withstand us.
(Pausing for him to go.) Hearst thou not?
And motionless?

MACLEAN.

I am beset and stunn'd,

And every sense bcwilder'd. Violent men!
If ye unto this fearful pitch are bent,—
When such necessity is press'd upon me,
What doth avail resistance? Woe the day!
Even lead me where ye will.

(Exit Maclean, exhausted and trembling, leaning on Lochtarish, and followed by Benlora and Glenfadden and Vassals; two inferior Vassals alone left upon the stage.)

FIRST, (looking after Maclean.)

Ay, there he goes; so spent, and scared, and feeble!

Without a prophet's skill, we may foretell,
John of the Isle, by sly Lochtarish taught,