Wit & humour > Gentle shepherd

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The GENTLE SHEPHERD.
S y M o N.
Elfpa, caft on the claith, fetch butt fome meat,
And of your beft gar this auld ftranger eat.
Sir Will.
Delay a while your hofpitable care,
]’d rather enjoy this evening calm and fair.
Around yon ruin’d tower to fetch a walk:
With you kind friend, to have fome private talk.
S y m o N.
Soon as you pleafe, I’ll anfwer your defire,
And, Glaud you’ll tak your pipe befide the fire;
We’ll but gae round the place, and foon be back.
Syne fup together, and tak our pint and crack.
Glaud.
I’ll Out a while, and fee the young anes play:
My heart’s dill light, albeit my locks are gray. [Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE III.
JENNY pretends an errand hame.
Young ROGER draps the reft.
To whifper out his melting flame,
And thow his laflie’s breaft.
Behind a bulh, well hid frae fight they meet:
See J e N N Y’s laughing, Ro G e r’s like to greet.
Poor Shepherd!
R-OGER and JENNY.
Roger.
DEar Jenny, I wad fpeak t’ye, wad ye let,
And yet I ergh, ye’re ay fae fcornfu’ fet.
Jenny.
And what wad Roger fay, if he could fpeak;
Am I oblig’d to guefs what ye’re to leek ?
Roger,