_Sir Will._ Delay a while your hospitable care; I'd rather enjoy this evening calm and fair, Around yon ruin'd tower, to fetch a walk With you, kind friend, to have some private talk. _Sym._ Soon as you please I'll answer your desire:-- And, Glaud, you'll take your pipe beside the fire; We'll but gae round the Place, and soon be back, Syne sup together, and tak our pint, and crack. _Glaud._ I'll out a while, and see the young anes play. My heart's still light, abeit my locks be gray. [_Exeunt._ _ACT III.--SCENE III._ Jenny pretends an errand hame, Young Roger draps the rest, To whisper out his melting flame, And thow his lassie's breast.. Behind a bush, well hid frae sight, they meet: See Jenny's laughing; Roger's like to greet. Poor Shepherd! ROGER _and_ JENNY. _Roger._ Dear Jenny, I wad speak to ye, wad ye let; And yet I ergh, ye're ay sae scornfu' set. _Jen._ And what would Roger say, if he could speak? Am I oblig'd to guess what ye're to seek? _Rog._ Yes, ye may guess right eith for what I grein, Baith by my service, sighs, and langing een. And I maun out wi't, tho' I risk your scorn; Ye're never frae my thoughts baith ev'n and morn. Ah! cou'd I loo ye less, I'd happy be; But happier far, cou'd ye but fancy me. _Jen._ And wha kens, honest lad, but that I may; Ye canna say that e'er I said ye nay. _Rog._ Alake! my frighted heart begins to fail, When e'er I mint to tell ye out my tale, For fear some tighter lad, mair rich than I, Has win your love, and near your heart may ly. _Jen._ I loo my father, cousin Meg I love; But to this day, nae man my mind could move: Except my kin, ilk lad's alike to me; And frae ye all I best had keep me free. _Rog._ How lang, dear Jenny?--Sayna that again; What pleasure can ye tak in giving pain? I'm glad, however, that ye yet stand free: Wha kens but ye may rue, and pity me? _Jen._ Ye have my pity else, to see ye set On that whilk makes our sweetness soon forget. Wow! but we're bonny, good, and every thing; How sweet we breathe, whene'er we kiss, or sing! But we're nae sooner fools to give consent, Than we our daffine and tint power repent: When prison'd in four waws, a wife right tame, Altho' the first, the greatest drudge at hame. _Rog._ That only happens, when for sake of gear, Ane wales a wife, as he wad buy a mear; Or when dull parents bairns together bind Of different tempers, that can ne'er prove kind. But love, true downright love, engages me, Tho' thou should scorn,--still to delight in thee.