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Withdrawn, sound quickly pacing to and fro? Look out and see. It is Maclean himself.

Beckon him hither then.—Thank heaven for this! Now opportunity is fairly given, If that constrainedly he cloaks their guilt, To free him from their toils.

My son, still in restraint before our vassals Have we conversed; but now in privacy Start not, I pray thee:—sit thee down, Maclean: I would have close and private words of thee: Sit down, I pray; my aged limbs are tired. Chieftain, I need not say to thee, who deeply Lament'st with us our sad untimely loss, How keenly I have felt it.