_Shou'd he deny, I care na by, He'd contradict in vain; Tho' a' my kin had said and sworn, But thee I will have nane. Then never range, nor learn to change, Like those in high degree; And if ye prove faithful in love, You'll find nae faut in me._ _Rog._ My faulds contain twice fifteen forrow nowt, As mony newcal in my byars rowt; Five pack of woo I can at Lammas sell, Shorn frae my bob-tail'd bleeters on the fell: Good twenty pair of blankets for our bed, With meikle care, my thrifty mither made. Ilk thing that makes a heartsome house and tight, Was still her care, my father's great delight. They left me all; which now gie's joy to me, Because I can give a', my dear, to thee: And had I fifty times as meikle mair, Nane but my Jenny should the samen skair. My love and all is yours; now had them fast, And guide them as ye like, to gar them last. _Jen._ I'll do my best.--But see wha comes this way, Patie and Meg;--besides, I mauna stay: Let's steal frae ither now, and meet the morn; If we be seen, we'll drie a deal of scorn. _Rog._ To where the saugh-trees shades the mennin-pool, I'll frae the hill come down, when day grows cool: Keep triste, and meet me there;--there let us meet, To kiss, and tell our love;--there's nought sae sweet. _ACT III--SCENE IV._ This scene presents the Knight and Sym Within a Gallery of the Place, Where all looks ruinous and grim; Nor has the Baron shown his face, But joking with his shepherd leel, Aft speers the gate he kens fu' well. SIR WILLIAM _and_ SYMON. _Sir William._ To whom belongs this house so much decay'd? _Sym._ To ane that lost it, lending generous aid, To bear the Head up, when rebellious Tail Against the laws of nature did prevail. Sir William Worthy is our master's name, Whilk fills us all with joy, now _He's come hame_. (_Sir William draps his masking beard, Symon transported sees The welcome Knight, with fond regard, And grasps him round the knees._) My master! my dear master!--do I breathe, To see him healthy, strong, and free frae skaith; Return'd to chear his wishing tenants sight, To bless his son, my charge, the world's delight! _Sir Will._ Rise, faithful Symon; in my arms enjoy A place, thy due, kind guardian of my boy: I came to view thy care in this disguise, And am confirm'd thy conduct has been wise; Since still the secret thou'st securely seal'd, And ne'er to him his real birth reveal'd. _Sym._ The due obedience to your strict command Was the first lock;--neist, my ain judgment fand Out reasons plenty: since, without estate, A youth, tho' sprung frae kings, looks baugh and blate.