Unpitying Lorne!—art thou a brother too?
The hapless father's blood is on thy sword,
And wilt thou slay the child! spare him! spare him!
(Kneeling to Argyll and Lorne, who stand irresolute, when enter Sir Hubert De Grey, carrying something in his arms, wrapped up in a mantle, and followed by Morton. On seeing Sir Hubert, she springs from the ground, and rushes forward to him.)
To join thy prayers with mine,—to move their hearts—
Their flinty hearts;—to bid them spare my child!
DE GREY, (lifting up the mantle, and showing a sleeping Child).
Beneath this mantle where he soundly sleeps.
(Helen utters a cry of joy, and holds out her arms for the Child, but at the same time sinks to the ground, embracing the knees Sir Hubert. Argyll and Lorne run up to him, and all their Vassals, &c crowding round, close them about on every side, while a general murmur of exultation is heard through the whole. Lochtarish and Gleneadden, remaining on the side of the Stage
