A TRAGEDY
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From even the bravest of our western clans,
Will testify. What I in recompense
Have for my service earn'd, these galled wrists
(pushing up the sleeve from his arm.)
Do also testify. Such as I am,
For an old friend I plainly beg this grace:
Say if my boon be granted or denied.
MACLEAN.
Yet let him safely from my shores depart:
I harm him not.
BENLORA, (turning from him indignantly).
(To Lochtarish and Glenfadden.)
Go ye to Dura's Allen; near the shore
He harbours in his aged mother's cot;
Bid him upon the ocean drift again
His shatter'd boat, and be a wanderer still.
HELEN. (coming forward eagerly.)
(To Maclean.) Oh! and shall he go?
No, no, he shall not! On this day of joy,
Wilt thou to me refuse it?