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-How many rogues had that outlawed scoundrel with him?

Doug. Not above half so many as there are here now.

Capt. T. And what thieves' errand were you dispatched upon?

(Dougal looks about him, as beset with doubt and difficulty).

-Speak, rascal, instantly! I'll not give you time to hatch a lie-what errand?

Doug. Just to see what your Honour and the red coats were doing at Aberfoil.

(At this time Frank and the Bailie arrive in front).

Bailie. Mercy on us! if they hav'n't gripp'd the poor creature Dougal. Captain, I'll put in bail, sufficient bail, for that Dougal creature.

Capt. T. You know him then! are interested for his safety?

Bailie. He did me a good turn when I was sore beset, and I—

Capt. T. Mr. Jarvie, you will please to recollect, that for the present you likewise are a pri

soner.

Bailie. I take you all to witness the Captain refuses sufficient bail!-the Dougal creature has a good action of wrongous imprisonment, and I'll see him righted!

Capt. T. Mr. Jarvie, unless you keep your opinions to yourself, I shall resort to unpleasant

measures.

Bailie. My Conscience!

(At this time Rob Roy, in his Highland Dress, but unarmed, appears in the back ground, and listens to the examination of Dongal).

Capt. T. Now, my friend, let us understand each other-You have confess'd yourself a spy, and should string up to the next tree- but, come if you will lead e and a small party to the place where you left your master, you shall then go about your business, and I'll give you five guineas earnest to boot.

Doug. Oigh! Oigh! she cannot do thatshe'd rather be hang'd!

Capt. T.-Hang'd then you shall be !
Bailie. Hanged! - My Conscience!

Capt. T. Corporal Cramp! do you play Provost Marshal – Away with him!

People. O hone! O hone!

(Corporal and Serjeant seize Dougal). Doug. Stop! stop! I'll do his Honour's bidding.

Bailie. You will? then you deserve to be hanged-Away with him, Corporal! Away with him!

Capt. T. It's my belief, Sir, when your own turn arrives, you'll not be in so great a hurry.

Bailie. Me? mine ?-I'm a Bailie! my father was a Deacon! would you hang a Magistrate? -O, my Conscience!

Doug. You'll not ask her to gang further than just to shew you where the M'Gregor is? Capt. T. Not a step.

Doug. And the five guineas?
Capt. T. Here they are!

Bailie. The Dougal creature's worse than I thought him!-a worldly and perfidious creature! My father, the Deacon, (rest be with him, honest man!) used to say, that gold slew more souls than the sword did bodies-and it's trueits true!

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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, who looks at them with mingled anger and dismay—the same ceremony is observed with Frank - Dougal leads the March, taking an opportunity to exchange a glance of recognition and understanding 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 then 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 coine 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

led 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 !

(Rob looks towards the direction taken by the Soldiers-the 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 betrayed, springs upon Rashleigh, grips his sword-arm, and wrenches 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, fills 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 done 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!

FINALE.

Highlanders and Soldiers.

High. &Tramp, tramp, o'er moss and fell,

Soldiers.

Highlanders. M'Gregor's

Soldiers. The Robber's found,
Highlanders. M'Gregor's bound,
Soldiers. The Traitor's S

And wailing Clans shall hear his knell-
Whose battle cry,

Was "win or die!"

SOLO-Katty.

Guardian spirits of the brave,
Freedom grant, the Chieftain save!
Full Chorus. Tramp, tramp, &c.

END OF ACT II.

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