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A PASTORAL COMEDT. s\
Fixt in, my soul the shepherdels excels,
And part of my new happiness repels.
Roger. Enjoy them baith,—Sir Will'tam will be won :
Your Peggy's bonny, — you're his only Ton.
Path, She's mineby vows, and stronger ties of love,
And frae these bands naefate my mind mall move.
I'll wed nane else, thro' life I will be true,
But still obedience is a parent's due.
Roger, Is not our master and your sell to stay
Amang us here,_or are yegawn away
To London court, or ither far aff parts,
To leave vour ain poor us with broken hearts ?
Batie. To Edenbmgh straigbt to-morrow we ad-^
vance, s
To London neist, and afterwards to Prance, s"
Where I mull slay same years, and karn—to dance,3
And twa three otlier monkey-tricks;—That done*
I come hame strutting in my red-heel'd shoon.
Then 'tisdesign'd, when I can well behave,.
That I maun be some petted thing's dull ssave.
For spme tew bags of casf:, that I wat weel
1 nae mair need nor carts do a third wheel:
But Peggy, ■'dearer to me than my breath,
Sooner than hear sic news, shall hear my<leatfii
Roger. Thiy who have jusijnough can founMy Jleep, .
The oivrecome only safhes sowk to keep.-
Good master Patrick, tak your ain tale hame. "}
Path. Whatwasmy morning thought, at night'ss
the same:
The poor and rich but differ i,n the name. J
Contem'sthe greatest bliss we can procure
Frae 'boon the lift.-Without it Jungs are poor.
Roger. But an estatelike yours yields braw content.
When we but pike it scantly on the bent-:
Fine claiths, saftbeds, sweet houses, sparkling wine,
Rich fare, and witty friends, whene'er ye dine,
Submistive servants, honour, wealth and ease,
Wha's no content with these are ill to please.
Patie. Sae Roger thinks, and thinks not far amiss,
But mony 3 cloud hings hovering o'er their bliss: :
C 3. The
Fixt in, my soul the shepherdels excels,
And part of my new happiness repels.
Roger. Enjoy them baith,—Sir Will'tam will be won :
Your Peggy's bonny, — you're his only Ton.
Path, She's mineby vows, and stronger ties of love,
And frae these bands naefate my mind mall move.
I'll wed nane else, thro' life I will be true,
But still obedience is a parent's due.
Roger, Is not our master and your sell to stay
Amang us here,_or are yegawn away
To London court, or ither far aff parts,
To leave vour ain poor us with broken hearts ?
Batie. To Edenbmgh straigbt to-morrow we ad-^
vance, s
To London neist, and afterwards to Prance, s"
Where I mull slay same years, and karn—to dance,3
And twa three otlier monkey-tricks;—That done*
I come hame strutting in my red-heel'd shoon.
Then 'tisdesign'd, when I can well behave,.
That I maun be some petted thing's dull ssave.
For spme tew bags of casf:, that I wat weel
1 nae mair need nor carts do a third wheel:
But Peggy, ■'dearer to me than my breath,
Sooner than hear sic news, shall hear my<leatfii
Roger. Thiy who have jusijnough can founMy Jleep, .
The oivrecome only safhes sowk to keep.-
Good master Patrick, tak your ain tale hame. "}
Path. Whatwasmy morning thought, at night'ss
the same:
The poor and rich but differ i,n the name. J
Contem'sthe greatest bliss we can procure
Frae 'boon the lift.-Without it Jungs are poor.
Roger. But an estatelike yours yields braw content.
When we but pike it scantly on the bent-:
Fine claiths, saftbeds, sweet houses, sparkling wine,
Rich fare, and witty friends, whene'er ye dine,
Submistive servants, honour, wealth and ease,
Wha's no content with these are ill to please.
Patie. Sae Roger thinks, and thinks not far amiss,
But mony 3 cloud hings hovering o'er their bliss: :
C 3. The