Shall with a brave Maclean be proudly match'd.
(Benlora and Glenfadden bow in silence.)
LOCHTARISH.
(Aside to Benlora.)
What think'st thou of her, friend?
BENLORA, (aside to Lochtarish).
Incomparable hypocrite!
LOCHTARISH, (aloud.)
It must not be forgotten.
Benlora here, who from his loathly prison,
Which for your sake two years he hath endured,
Begs earnestly this grace for him we mention'd,
Allen of Dura. (Aside to Benlora.)
Kneel, man; be more pressing.
BENLORA, (aside to Lochtarish).
Do it thyself. (Going up proudly to Maclean.)
Maclean; thy father put into these hands
The government and guidance of thy nonage.
How I the trust fulfill'd, this castle strengthen'd
With walls and added towers, and stor'd, besides,
With arms and trophies, in rough warfare won