_Pat._ No, no, my Peggy, I but only jest With gentry's apes; for still amangst the best, Good manners give integrity a bleez, When native vertues join the arts to please. _Peg._ Since with nae hazard, and sae small expence, My lad frae books can gather siccan sense; Then why, ah! why should the tempestuous sea, Endanger thy dear life, and frighten me? Sir William's cruel, that wad force his son, For watna-whats, sae great a risk to run. _Pat._ There is nae doubt, but travelling does improve, Yet I would shun it for thy sake, my love. But soon as I've shook aff my landwart cast, In foreign cities, hame to thee I'll haste. _Peg._ With every setting day, and rising morn, I'll kneel to Heaven, and ask thy safe return. Under that tree, and on the Suckler Brae, Where aft we wont, when bairns, to run and play; And to the Hissel-shaw where first ye vow'd Ye wad be mine, and I as eithly trow'd, I'll aften gang, and tell the trees and flowers, With joy, that they'll bear witness I am yours. _Or sung as follows._ SANG XIX.--_Tune_, Bush aboon Traquair. _At setting day, and rising morn, With soul that still shall love thee, I'll ask of Heaven thy safe return, With all that can improve thee. I'll visit aft the Birken Bush, Where first thou kindly told me Sweet tales of love, and hid my blush, Whilst round thou didst enfold me._ _To all our haunts I will repair, By Greenwood-shaw or fountain; Or where the summer-day I'd share With thee upon yon mountain. There will I tell the trees and flowers, From thoughts unfeign'd and tender, By vows you're mine, by love is yours A heart which cannot wander._ _Pat._ My dear, allow me, frae thy temples fair, A shining ringlet of thy flowing hair; Which, as a sample of each lovely charm, I'll aften kiss, and wear about my arm. _Peg._ Were't in my power with better boons to please, I'd give the best I could with the same ease; Nor wad I, if thy luck had faln to me, Been in ae jot less generous to thee. _Pat._ I doubt it not; but since we've little time, To ware't on words, wad border on a crime: Love's safter meaning better is exprest, When 'tis with kisses on the heart imprest. [_Exeunt._ End of the FOURTH ACT. ACT FIFTH. _SCENE I._ See how poor Bauldy stares like ane possest, And roars up Symon frae his kindly rest. Bare-leg'd, with night-cap, and unbutton'd coat, See, the auld man comes forward to the sot. SYMON _and_ BAULDY. _Symon._ What want ye, Bauldy, at this early hour, While drowsy sleep keeps a' beneath its pow'r? Far to the north, the scant approaching light Stands equal 'twixt the morning and the night. What gars ye shake and glowr, and look sae wan? Your teeth they chitter, hair like bristles stand.