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E'en on your threshold, must his life be ta'en? For well I know the wrath of Lorne is deadly. And gallant Lorne himself, if scath should be,— O pity! pity!—for pity stay them!

Let go thy hold, weak woman: pity now! Rosa, support her hence.

O be not stern! beneath the ocean rather Would I had sunk to rest, than been the cause Of horrid strife like this! O pity! pity!

SCENE IV. Before the Gate of the Castle: a confused noise of an approaching crowd heard within, and presently enter, from the Gate,  and    with their Attendants, conducted by    and followed by a crowd of Campbells, who range themselves on both sides of the Stage.