_Peg._ Dear aunt, what need ye fash us wi' your scorn? That's no my faut that I'm nae gentler born. Gif I the daughter of some laird had been, I ne'er had notic'd Patie on the green: Now since he rises, why should I repine? If he's made for another, he'll ne'er be mine: And then, the like has been, if the decree Designs him mine, I yet his wife may be. _Mad._ A bonny story, trowth!--But we delay: Prin up your aprons baith, and come away. [_Exeunt._ _ACT V.--SCENE III._ Sir William fills the twa-arm'd chair, While Symon, Roger, Glaud and Mause, Attend, and with loud laughter hear Daft Bauldy bluntly plead his cause: For now 'tis tell'd him that the taz Was handled by revengefu' Madge, Because he brak good breeding's laws, And with his nonsense rais'd their rage. SIR WILLIAM, PATIE, ROGER, SYMON, GLAUD, BAULDY _and_ MAUSE. _Sir William._ And was that all?--Well, Bauldy, ye was serv'd No otherwise than what ye well deserv'd. Was it so small a matter, to defame, And thus abuse an honest woman's name? Besides your going about to have betray'd By perjury an innocent young maid. _Baul._ Sir, I confess my faut thro' a' the steps, And ne'er again shall be untrue to Neps. _Mause._ Thus far, Sir, he oblig'd me on the score; I kend not that they thought me sic before. _Baul._ An't like your Honour, I believ'd it well; But trowth I was e'en doilt to seek the deil: Yet, with your Honour's leave, tho' she's nae Witch, She's baith a slee and a revengefu'---- And that my _Some-place_ finds;--but I had best Had in my tongue; for yonder comes the _Ghaist_, And the young bonny _Witch_, whase rosy cheek Sent me, without my wit, the deil to seek. _Enter_ MADGE, PEGGY _and_ JENNY. _Sir Will._ [_looking at Peggy._] Whose daughter's she that wears th' Aurora gown, With face so fair, and locks a lovely brown? How sparkling are her eyes! What's this! I find The girl brings all my sister to my mind. Such were the features once adorn'd a face, Which death too soon depriv'd of sweetest grace. Is this your daughter, Glaud?---- _Glaud._ ----Sir, she's my niece;-- And yet she's not:--but I should hald my peace. _Sir Will._ This is a contradiction: What d'ye mean? She is, and is not! Pray thee, Glaud, explain. _Glaud._ Because I doubt, if I should make appear } What I have kept a secret thirteen year. } _Mause._ You may reveal what I can fully clear. } _Sir Will._ Speak soon; I'm all impatience!-- _Pat._ ----So am I! For much I hope, and hardly yet know why.