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Ay, and besides, we'll swear upon the book, And truly swear, if we are call'd upon, We have not shed her blood.

I like not this. If ye her life will take, in open day Let her a public sacrifice be made. Let the loud trumpet far and near proclaim Our bloody feast, and at the rousing sound, Let every clans-man of the hated name His vengeful weapon clench. I like it not, Lochtarish. What we do, Let it be boldly done,—Why should we slay her? Let her in shame be from the castle sent; Which to her haughty sire will do, I ween, Far more despite than taking of her life.— A feeble woman's life!—I like it not.

Go to him, friend, and soothe him to our purpose. The fiery fool! how madly wild he is!