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LORNE.

Fear not, good hostess;

It is a pleasant, sunny, open door,
And bids me enter of its own accord;
I cannot pass it by.—Good luck betide ye!
(Exit, followed to the door by Sir Hubert.)

HOST.

I will be sworn it is some noble chieftain,

Though homely be his garb.

WIFE.

Ay, so will I: the Lord of Lorne himself

Could not more courteous be.

HOST.

Hush! hush! be quiet!

We live not now amongst the Campbells, wife.
Should some Maclean o'erhear thee—hush, I say.
(Eying De Grey, who returns from the door.)
And this man too; right noble is his mien;
He is no common rambler.(To De Grey.)
By your leave,
If I may be so bold without offending,
Your speech, methinks, smacks of a southern race;
I guess at least of Lowland kin ye be.
But think no shame of this; we'll ne'ertheless