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Capt. T. Mr. Osbaldistone, and you, Mr. Jarvie, if loyal and peaceable subjects, will not regret being detained a few hours, when it is essential to the King's service—if otherwise, I need no excuse for acting according to my duty— (To Dougal) Now, observe, if you attempt to deceive me, you die by my hand!

Bailie. Lord save us!

(Here two Sentinels place themselves on each side the Bailie, ivho looks at them with mingled anger and dismaythe same ceremony is observed with Frank - Dougal leads the March, taking an opportunity to exchange a glance of recognition and under' standing with Rob).

Capt. T. March!

(Military Music, which dies away as the
Party gradually disappear).

Rob enters, and as it ceases, Rashleigh advances from behind the right hand Hut.

Rob. Who'd have thought Dougal has so much sense under that ragged red poll of his.

Rash. Did he act thep by your direction?

Rob. Troth did he—and well acted it was !— he'll lead the Saxon Captain up the Loch; but not a red coat will come back to tell what they landed in.

Rash. And their prisoners—my Cousin, and the Bailie?

Rob. They'll be safe enough while Dougal's with them.

Rash. Perhaps not. (Apart). Rob. Fetch my claymore and rifle, some of . you! I must away.

Rash. If Thornton has been fool enough to be Jed into an ambuscade—this opportunity shall not be lost!

Rob, My dirk, and claymore! I must attack these buzzards in the rear.

(A Boy runs into the Hut).

Rash. A word, M'Gregor! you told me your whole force was disposed to watch the different parties sent to surprize you.

Rob. I did!

Rash. How then have you been able to provide so suddenly, for this unexpected party of Thornton's?

Rob. Look around you!

Rash. Well?

Rob. Think you any but old men, women, and bairns, would stand idle when King James's cause, or M'Gregor's safety needed them ? ten determined men might keep the Pass of Lochard against a hundred—and I sent every man forward, that had strength to wield a dirk or draw a trigger.

Rash. Indeed !—Move on then!

fRob looks towards the direction taken by the
Soldiersthe Boy returns from the Hut
with his Dirk and Claymore, which are
instantly snatch'd from him by Rashleigh).

—Now! now! Galbraith! M'Stuart!

(The people shout— Rob, seeing himself be-
trayed, springs upon Rashleigh, grips his
sword-arm, and ivrenches the Dirk from
him At the same instant, Galbraith, with
three or four dismounted Troopers, enter;
and level at Rob—he pauses -throws
Rashleigh from him, and is darting off on
the opposite side, when M'Stuart meets «
him in the same manner and Allan, with
Infantry, Jills up the back ground).

Rash. Now, M'Gregor, we meet as befits us, for the first time.

Rob. But not the last!— Oh villain! villain! villain!

Rash. I should better have deserved that reproach, when, under the direction of an able tutor, I sought to introduce civil war into the bosom of a peaceful country; but I have doue my best to atone for my errors. Galbraith, let him be mounted on the same horse with the strongest trooper of your squadron, buckled in the same belt, and guarded on every side, 'till he's safe in the garrison.

Rob. There's a day of reckoning at hand! think on't! —dream on't!— there's not a red M'Gregor in the country, but from this time forward marks you for a traitor's doom ;— there's a day to come!—You have not yet subdued Rob Roy!

Rash. Away with him!

And wailing Clans shall hear his knell—
Whose battle crj',
Was " win or die!"


Guardian spirits of the brave,
Freedom grant, the Chieftain save!

Full Chorus. Tramp, tramp, &c.

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A romantic Pass, bordering the LochOn each side, precipitous rocks A track, winding along the water s edge, under the base of the Mountain, seen in the perspective.

Captain Thornton's Party march in—Frank, Bailie Jarvie, Dougal, &c.

Capt. T. Halt! front! now, Sir, you wish to speak with me.

Bailie. Yes, Captain, I crave that liberty; and, for the sake of all concern'd, I'm sorry you did not grant it a full half hour gone by; but its my sincere advice, for the sake of your friends in general, and myself in particular, that you make the best of your way back again to a place of safety; if you do not, by the hand o' my body, there isn't one of us will go home to tell the tale.

Capt. T. Make yourself easy, Sir.

Bailie. Easy! I can't Sir;—he'll have us all butcher'd—(Apart).

Capt. T. As you are friends of the Government, Gentlemen, you will be happy to learn, that it is impossible this gang of ruffians can escape the measures now taken to suppress them. Various strong parties from the garrison, secure the hills in different parts: three hundred Highlanders are in possession of the upper, while Major Galbraith and his Troopers occupy the lower passes of this Country.

Bailie. Ah! that sounds all very well;—but, in the first place, there's more brandy than brains in Major Galbraith; in the next, I wouldn't have you place too much confidence in the Highlanders. Hawks won't pick out hawks' eyes. They may quarrel among themselves, and give each other a stab with a dirk, or a slash with a claymore, now and then; but take my word fbr't, they are sure to join in the long run, against all folks that wear breeches on their hinder ends, and have got purses in their pockets.

Capt. T. (Suddenly turning to Dougal) The route you have led us is dangerous, and therefore suspicious.

Doug. Dougal didn't make the road;—if gentlemans would travel better ways, they should have staid at Glasgow.

Bailie. That they should indeed!

Doug. Your Honour can't expect to take the red Gregarach without some danger.

Bailie. The Dougal creature's right again.

Capt. T. You dog, if you have deceived me, I'll blow your brains out on the spot.—Your caution, Sir, shall not go unregarded; but we must proceed.

Bailie. Proceed!—My Conscience ! —there's something devilish hard in being obliged to risk, one's life in a quarrel with which we have no concern.

Frank. I sincerely grieve, that your kindness i for me has led you into perils, in a cause which is now so hopeless!

Bailie. We may shake hands on't! Your troubles will soon be over, and I shall slumber with my father, the Deacon.

Capt. T. Now my lads, forward!

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