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MACLEAN, (to Argyll.)

I fear, my lord, too much I have distress'd you.

ARGYLL.

Somewhat you have indeed.—And further now

I will not press your keen and recent sorrow
With questions that so much renew its anguish.

MACLEAN.

You did, belike, doubt of my tenderness.

ARGYLL.

O no! I have no doubts.—Within your arms

She breath'd her last?

MACLEAN.

Within my arms she died.

ARGYLL, (looking hard at Maclean, and then turning away).

His father was a brave and honest chief!

MACLEAN.

What says my lord?

ARGYLL.

A foolish exclamation,