Lord Buino will come back to us anon.
DEIRDRE.
Dalwhinny's lord, he never will come back.
NAISI.
I hear one coming.
DEIRDRE.
Oh my heart ! not he.
PURSUIVANT.
In the king's name, yield ye my prisoner up,
Or Conor's self will fetch him. He's at hand.
ILL AN
We will not yield him up, to thee or him.
PURSUIVANT.
Thy brother Buino spoke as brave as thou,
And he has done his homage gratefully.
And now is lord of lands and seigniories,
NAISI.
We're not betrayed ?
ILLAN.
Oh Naisi, what a word !
Thou soon shalt see I am not worthy it.
PURSUIVANT.
Ilan, I bear a message for thee too.
Out with it.
ILLAN.
Out with it.
PURSUIVANT.
Let me have thy private ear.
ILLAN.
What, tampering villain, wouldst thou bribe me too ?
Up, comrades ; thrust the fellow from the door.
They shall not Uve who offer Ulan shame.
PURSUIVANT.
Assistance, ho, without !
