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Had been the scutcheon'd portal of a tomb,
Set open to receive them.

SECOND SERVANT.

Ay, on the pavement fall their heavy steps

Measured and slow, as if her palled coffin
They follow'd still.

DUGALD.

Hush, man! Here comes the Earl,

With face composed and stern; but look behind him
How John of Lorne doth gnaw his nether lip,
And beat his clenched hand against his thigh,
Like one who tampers with half-bridled ire!

SECOND SERVANT.

Has any one offended him?

DUGALD.

Be silent,

For they will overhear thee.——Yonder too
(Pointing to the opposite side of the stage.)
Come the Macleans: let us our stations keep,
And see them meet.

(Retiring with the other to the bottom of the stage.)