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Roger. Pleas'd that 3'e traft me wi' the fecret, I,
To wyle it frae me, a' the deil's defy. (Exit Roger.
Patie. (folus.) Wi' what a ftrugj<le muft I now im«
My father's will to her that hads my heart ; (part
I ken (lie loves, and her faft foul wiU fink.
While it ftands trenibling on the bated brink
Of difappointnient— Heav'n fupport my fair.
And lee her comfort claim your tender care s
Her eyes are red
Enter Peg;^y.
My Peggy, why in tears ?
Smile as ye wont, allow nae room for fears ;
Tho' I'm nae mair a fhepherd, yet I'm thine.
Peggy. I dare not think fae high— I now repine.
At the unhappy chance, that made not me
A gentle match, or ftill a herd kept thee.
Wha can withouten pain fee frae the coalt
The fhip that bears his ail like to be loft ?
Like to be carried by fome rover's hand.
Far frae his wifhes to fome diftant land.
Patie. Ne'er quarrel fate, while it wi' me remains
To raife thee up, or ftill attend thefe plains.
My father has forbid our loves, I own ;
But love's fuperior to a parent's frown ;
1 falfehood hate ; come kifs thy cares away ;
I ken to love as wiel as to obey.
Sir William's generous ; leave the taflc to me
To make ftri<5l duty and true love agree.
Peggy. Speak on ! fpeak ever thus, and ftill my
But (hort I dare to hope the fond relief. (gridt'
New thoughts a gentler face will foon infpire,
ThaS wi' nice »irs fwims round in lilk attire ;
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