And here poor Ratcliff we shall leave.
Now comes Lord Lovat, an aged man,
And Chief of all the Frazer’s Clan,
Was next before his Peers try’d,
Most of th’ impeachments he deny’d,
Half dead with age, and almost deaf,
Which did them plague, and caus’d mischief:
For when they cry’d and cry’d again,
He answer’d on some other strain,
And told them, it was no fair trade,