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A PASTORAL COMEDT. yi
Omnes. The LORD of heaven return your honour's
love,
Confirm your joys, and a'your blesiingsroove.
Patie, [preftnting Roger to Sir William,,]
Sir, here's my trusty friend, that always shar'd
My bosom secrets, e'er I was a laird,
Glaud's daughter Janet (Jenny thinks nae shamc)
Rais'd and maintains in him a lover's flame :
Lang was he dumb, at last he spak and won,
And hopes to be our honest uncle's Ion $
Be pleas'd to speak to Glaudiox hissonsent,
That nane may wear a face of discontent.
SitWdl. My sori's demand is sair-—Claud, let
me crave,
That trusty Roger may your daughter have
Wkh frank consent; and while he does remain
Upon these fields, I make him chamberlain.
Glaud. You croud your bounties, Sir, what can
we say,
Butthat we're Dyvours that can ne'er repay ?
Whate'er your honour wills, I shallobey.
Roger, my daughter with my bleiling take,
And still our maker's right your bulinels maice,
Pleaseh'm, be faithful, and this auld gray head
Shall nod with quietness down amang the dead.
Roger, I ne'er was good a-speaking a' my day*,
-Or ever loo'd to mak o'er great a fraise :
But for my master, father, and my wife,
I will employ the cares of all my life.
Sir Will. My friends, I'm satisfy'd you'll all behave
Each in his station, as I'd with or crave.
Be ever virtuous, soon or late ye'll find
Reward and snti$fa£f.ion to your mind.
The maze of life sometimes looks dark and wild;
And ost when hopes are hig'-est, we're beguil'd.
Aft when we stand on brinksof dark despair,
Seme happy turn with joy dispels our care,
Now all's at rights, who siijgs best, let me hear.
Peggy. When you demand, 1 readiesi should obey;
I'il singyouane, the newest that I hae.
SANG
Omnes. The LORD of heaven return your honour's
love,
Confirm your joys, and a'your blesiingsroove.
Patie, [preftnting Roger to Sir William,,]
Sir, here's my trusty friend, that always shar'd
My bosom secrets, e'er I was a laird,
Glaud's daughter Janet (Jenny thinks nae shamc)
Rais'd and maintains in him a lover's flame :
Lang was he dumb, at last he spak and won,
And hopes to be our honest uncle's Ion $
Be pleas'd to speak to Glaudiox hissonsent,
That nane may wear a face of discontent.
SitWdl. My sori's demand is sair-—Claud, let
me crave,
That trusty Roger may your daughter have
Wkh frank consent; and while he does remain
Upon these fields, I make him chamberlain.
Glaud. You croud your bounties, Sir, what can
we say,
Butthat we're Dyvours that can ne'er repay ?
Whate'er your honour wills, I shallobey.
Roger, my daughter with my bleiling take,
And still our maker's right your bulinels maice,
Pleaseh'm, be faithful, and this auld gray head
Shall nod with quietness down amang the dead.
Roger, I ne'er was good a-speaking a' my day*,
-Or ever loo'd to mak o'er great a fraise :
But for my master, father, and my wife,
I will employ the cares of all my life.
Sir Will. My friends, I'm satisfy'd you'll all behave
Each in his station, as I'd with or crave.
Be ever virtuous, soon or late ye'll find
Reward and snti$fa£f.ion to your mind.
The maze of life sometimes looks dark and wild;
And ost when hopes are hig'-est, we're beguil'd.
Aft when we stand on brinksof dark despair,
Seme happy turn with joy dispels our care,
Now all's at rights, who siijgs best, let me hear.
Peggy. When you demand, 1 readiesi should obey;
I'il singyouane, the newest that I hae.
SANG