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The GENTLE SHEPHERD, 65
Madge,
A witch! How had \e patience this to bear;
And leave him een to fee, or lugs to hear ?
M a u s E.
Auld wither’d hands, and feeble joints like mine.
Obliges fowk refentment to decline,
Till aft it’s feen, when vigour fails, then we
With earn ing, can the lake of pith fupplie.
Thus I pat otf revenge till it was dark,
Syne bad him come, and we Ihou’d ga> g to wark:
I’m fure he’ll keep his trifle ; and I c; me here
Tofeek your help, that we the fool may fear.
Madge.
And fpecial fport we’ll have, as I protefl;
Ye’ll be the witch, and I fhall play the ghaift.
A linnen fheet wound round me, like ane dead;
I'll cawk my face, and grane and fhake my head.
We’ll fleg him fae, he’ll mint nae mair to gang
A conjuring, to do a laflie wrang.
M a u s E.
Then let us go ; for fee, ’tis hard on night;
The weftlin clouds (bine rid with fetdng light. [Exeunt.
ACT IV. S C E N E II.
When birds begin to nod upon the bough,
And the green fwaird grows damp with falling dew;
While good Sir William is to reft retir'd,
The Gende Shepherd tenderly infpir’d,
Walks through the broom with Roger ever leel.
To meet, and comfort Meg, and take farewel.
Roger
WO W but I’m cagie, and my heart loupslight;
O! Mr. Patrick, ay your thoughts were right.
Sure gentle fowk are farer feen than we,
That naething hae to brag of pedegree,
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