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Ay, in good sooth! I see thy grief-worn eyes Do shun the light. But grief is ever sparing of its words. In brief, I thank you all: and for the love Ye have so dearly shown to me and mine, I trust, before we part, to recompense ye As suits your merit and my gratitude.

Ay, father; now ye speak to them shrewd words; And now I'm in the mood to back you well.

'Tis well thou art; but check those eager looks; Lochtarish eyes thee keenly.

Chieftain, and honour'd gentlemen, I pray The sullen, stern necessity excuse Which pain imposed upon me, and receive, Join'd with my noble father's, such poor thanks As I may offer to your loving worth.