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Omnes.

It is the lady.

ARGYLL, (rising from his seat, and making signs to the Attendants nearest the door.)

Ho there! make room, and let the lady pass.

(The Servants, &c. stand apart, ranging themselves on every side to let the Lady pass; and enter Helen, magnificently dressed, with a deep white veil over her face; while Lorne, going forward to meet her, conducts her to her chair on Argyll's right hand.)

ARGYLL, (to the Campbells.)

Now, fill a cup of welcome to our friends.

LOCHTARISH, (to Maclean.)

Chieftain, forgettest thou to greet the lady?

MACLEAN, (turning to Argyll.)

Nay, rather give, my lord, might I presume,

Our firstling cup to this fair lady's health,
The noble dame of this right princely house.
And though close veil'd she be, her beauty's lustre
I little question.

(Fills up a goblet, while Lochtarish, Benlora, &c.