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The carrier will set off in a trice, Madam.

Let him go.

And no orders given?

Give him what orders thou wilt, and plague me no more. [Exeunt severally.

Before the Gate of Tower:  and other Servants are seen loitering within the Gate.

Enter, with a fowling-piece in his hand, and a pouch or bag swung from his shoulder, as returned from sport.

I'm right glad to see your honour returned; for the night draws on, and it wad hae been nae joke, I trow, to hae been belated on a haunted warlock moor, and thunner growling i' the welkin.

The sky indeed looks threatening.