A TRAGEDY
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E'en on your threshold, must his life be ta'en?
For well I know the wrath of Lorne is deadly.
And gallant Lorne himself, if scath should be,—
O pity! pity!—for pity stay them!
ARGYLL.
Rosa, support her hence.
(Committing her to Rosa, who now comes forward, and tearing himself away.)
HELEN, (endeavouring to run after him, and catch hold of him again).
Would I had sunk to rest, than been the cause
Of horrid strife like this! O pity! pity!
(Exeunt, she running out after him distractedly.)
SCENE IV. Before the Gate of the Castle: a confused noise of an approaching crowd heard within, and presently enter, from the Gate, Maclean, Benlora, Lochtarish, and Glenfadden, with their Attendants, conducted by Lorne, and followed by a crowd of Campbells, who range themselves on both sides of the Stage.
