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Out! mountain savages! is this your spite? Go to!

Speakst thou to us? thou Lowland loon! Thou wand'ring pedlar's son, or base mechanic! Com'st thou to lord it here o'er brave Macleans? We'll carry loads at leisure, or forbear, As suits our fancy best, nor wait thy bidding.

(Manet Benlora, who now comes forward, and after remaining some time on the front of the stage, wrapt in thought, not observing Lochtarish, who enters behind him.)

Heigh ho! heigh ho, the day!

How so? What makes Benlora sigh so deeply?

And does Lochtarish ask? Full well thou know'st, The battles of our clan I've boldly fought, And well maintain'd its honour.