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 mouth, while he whispered, "For God's sake, think where you are!"

This movement, fortunately for him, was observed by no other of the counsellors, whose attention was engaged with the dreadful scene before them.

"He is gone," said the surgeon—"he has fainted, my Lords, and human nature can endure no more."

"Release him," said the Duke, and added, turning to Dalzell, "He will make an old proverb good, for he'll scarce ride to day, though he has had his boots on. I suppose we must finish with him."

"Ay, dispatch his sentence, and have done with him, we have plenty of drudgery behind."

Strong waters and essences were busily employed to recalrecall [sic] the senses of the unfortunate captive; and, when his first faint gasps intimated a return of sensation, the Duke pronounced sentence of death upon him, as a traitor taken in the act of open rebellion, and adjudged him to be carried