I dare not thee resist. Yet why, O, why
Thus hurry me away—?—
M'Donald.
Would'st thou behold——
Bland.
Oh, name it not!
M'Donald.
Or would'st thou, by thy looks
And gestures wild, o'erthrow that manly calmness
Which, or assum'd or felt, so well becomes thy friend?
Bland.
What means that cannon's sound?
M'Donald [after a pause].