[SIR ALEXANDER, RICHARD, PROVOST RAMSAY, and others, enter hurriedly.
Sir Alex.—Thanks, Elliot! thanks! You have done nobly!—thanks! Where is your comrade?—speak—where is my son?
Elliot.—Would he had been less valiant—less brave!
Sir Alex.—What! is he dead, my good, my gallant boy? Where is his body? show me—where? oh, where?
Richard.—Where is my brother? tell me how he fell?
Elliot.—Could I with my best blood have saved the youth, Ye are all witnesses that I would have done it.
Provost Ramsay.—Indeed, Mr. Elliot, if ye refer to me, I'm witness to naething o' the kind; for it is my solemn opinion, a' the execution your sword did was as feckless as a winnle-strae.
Sir Alex.—Where is my poor boy's body?
Elliot.—I did not say he died.
Richard.—Not dead!