_Sir Will._ Well jested, Symon:--But one question more I'll only ask ye now, and then give o'er. The youth's arriv'd the age when little loves Flighter around young hearts like cooing doves: Has nae young lassie, with inviting mien, And rosy cheek, the wonder of the green, Engag'd his look, and caught his youthfu' heart? _Sym._ I fear'd the warst, but kend the smallest part, 'Till late I saw him twa three times mair sweet, With Glaud's fair Neice, than I thought right or meet: I had my fears; but now have nought to fear, Since like your sell your son will soon appear. A gentleman, enrich'd with all these charms, May bless the fairest best born lady's arms. _Sir Will._ This night must end his unambitious fire, When higher views shall greater thoughts inspire. Go, Symon, bring him quickly here to me; None but your self shall our first meeting see. Yonder's my horse and servants nigh at hand, They come just at the time I gave command; Straight in my own apparel I'll go dress: Now ye the secret may to all confess. _Sym._ With how much joy I on this errand flee! There's nane can know, that is not downright me. [_Exit_ SYMON. _Sir_ WILLIAM _solus_. When the event of hopes successfully appears, One happy hour cancells the toil of years. A thousand toils are lost in Lethe's stream, And cares evanish like a morning dream: When wish'd for pleasures rise like morning light, The pain that's past enhances the delight. These joys I feel that words can ill express, I ne'er had known without my late distress. But from his rustick business and love, } I must in haste my Patrick soon remove, } To courts and camps that may his soul improve. } Like the rough diamond, as it leaves the mine, Only in little breakings shews its light, Till artfu' polishing has made it shine: Thus education makes the genius bright. _Or sung as follows._ SANG XV.--_Tune_, Wat ye wha I met Yestreen. _Now from rusticity and love, Whose flames but over lowly burn, My gentle shepherd must be drove, His soul must take another turn: As the rough diamond from the mine, In breakings only shews its light, Till polishing has made it shine: Thus learning makes the genius bright._ [_Exit_ End of the THIRD ACT. ACT FOURTH. _SCENE I._ The scene describ'd in former page, Gland's onstead,--Enter _Mause_ and _Madge._ MAUSE _and_ MADGE. _Mause._ Our laird's come hame! and owns young Pate his heir! That's news indeed!----