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Your words confuse and stun me.—Have I power To ward this evil off?

Thou hast! thou hast!

Then God to me show mercy in my need, As I will do for you and for my clan Whate'er my slender power enables me.

Amen! and swear to it.

What words are these, With such wild fierceness utter'd? name the thing That ye would have me do.

Ay, we will name it. Helen the Campbell, foster'd in your bosom, A serpent is, who wears a hidden sting For thee and all thy name; the oath-bound spy Of dark Argyll, our foe; the baleful plague To which ill-omen'd sounds and warnings point, As that on which existence or extinction— The name and being of our clan depend;—