Lady Seton.—Spoke like thyself, my husband!
Out on thee, slave! [To ELLIOT.
Or shall I call thee traitor? What didst thou,
On finishing thy funeral service, whisper
In my Lord Percy's ear?
Elliot.—I whisper, lady?
Lady Seton.—You whisper, smooth-tongued sir!
Percy [aside].—Zounds! by the coronet of broad Northumberland,
Could I exchange it for fair England's crown,
I'd have my bodyguard of woman's eyes,
And make the whole sex sharpshooters!
Provost Ramsay.—Wae's me! friend Elliot, but you have an unco dumfoundered-like look after that speech o' yours in defence o' liberty, and infants, and fair bosoms, maiden screams, and grey hairs, and what not.
Sir Alex.—Percy, we hear no terms but death or liberty. This is our answer.
Percy.—Well, cousins, be it so. The wilful dog— As runs the proverb. Lady, fare-ye-well. [Exit.
Sir Alex.—On with me, friends—on to the southern ramparts! There, methinks, they meditate a breach. On, Scotsmen! on— For Freedom and for Scotland! [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—Town Ramparts.
Enter SIR ALEXANDER, RICHARD, HENRY, PROVOST RAMSAY, HUGH ELLIOT, and Populace.