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Withdraw thyself, and I will open to them.
(Goes to the door.)

MACLEAN.

O go not! go not!

(Runs after her to draw her back, when a Vassal, rushing from behind the bed, lays hold of him.)

VASSAL.

Art thou not sworn to us? Where is thy faith?

MACLEAN.

I know, I know! the bands of hell have bound me.

O fiends! ye've made of me—what words can speak
The hateful wretch I am!
Hark! hark! she cries!
She shrieks and calls on me!

(Helen’s cries heard without, first near and distinct, afterwards more and more distant as they bear her away; while the Vassal leads Maclean forcibly off the stage by the opposite side, he breaks from him, and hastens towards that by which Helen went out.