Enter Argyll and Lorne, attended, and in deep mourning; while, at the same time, by the opposite side of the stage, enter Maclean, Benlora, Lochtarish, and Glenfadden, with Attendants, also in deep mourning: Argyll and Maclean go up to one another, and formally embrace.)
ARGYLL.
May with our deep affliction suited be.
Lochtarish too, and brave Benlora, aye,
And good Glenfadden also,—be ye all
With due respect received, as claims your worth.
(Taking them severally by the hand as he names them. Maclean then advances to embrace Lorne, who shrinks back from him, but immediately correcting himself, bends his body another way, as if suddenly seized with some violent pain.)
Argyll, (to Maclean).
A recent wound exposed to chilling air,
And oft the pain with sudden pang attacks him.
