Page:The Family Legend.pdf/70

Ye know full well the spirit of the man
That we must deal withall; therefore be bold.

Omnes.

Mistrust us not.

(Enter Maclean, who advances to the middle of the Stage, while Lochtarish, Benlora, Glenfadden, and all the other Vassals gather round him with stern determined looks. A pause; Maclean eyeing them all round with inquisitive anxiety.)

MACLEAN.

A goodly meeting at this hour convened.

(A sullen pause.)
Benlora; Thona; Allen of Glenore;
And all of you, our first and bravest kinsmen;
What mystery in this sullen silence is?
Hangs any threaten'd evil o'er the clan?

BENLORA.

Yes, chieftain; evil, that doth make the blood

Within your grey-hair'd warriors' veins to burn,
And their brogued feet to spurn the ground that bears them.