A TRAGEDY
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Of no determined meaning.(Bell sounds without.)
Dry our tears;
The hall-bell warns us to the ready feast;
And through the gallery I hear the sound
Of many footsteps hastening to the call.
Chieftain, I follow thee.
(Exeunt Argyll and Maclean.)
LORNE, (alone, stopping to listen.)
From every winding stair, and arched aisle,
A mingled echo sends.
Ay; light of foot, I hear their sounding steps
A-trooping to the feast, who never more
At feast shall sit or social meal partake.
O wretch! O fiend of vile hypocrisy!
How fiercely burns my blood within my veins
Till I am match'd with thee! (Exit.)
SCENE III. The Great Hall of the Castle, with a Feast set out, and the Company already placed at Table, with Servants and Attendants in waiting, who fill the Stage in every part: Argyll is seated at the head of the table, with Maclean on his left hand, and a chair left empty on his right.
