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12 For he began now to be flied, She'd wile the honours frae his head, Syne with a ſtern and canker'd look, He thus reprov'd his brother Jouk.
 * Briſtle. Thou vile diſgrace of our forbears,

Wha lang with valiant dint of weirs, Maintain'd their right 'gainſt a' intruſions Of our auld faes the Roſycrucians, Doſt thou deſign a laſt to catch Us in a girn with this baſe match, And for the hauding up thy pride, Upon thy brither's riggins ride: I'll ſee you hang'd, and her the gither, As high as Haman in a tether, Ere I with my ain Bonnet quat, For any barrow'd beaver hat, Whilk I, as Roſie takes the fikees, Maun wear or no juſt as ſhe likes: Then let me hear nae mair about her, For if ye dare again to mutter, Sic vile propoſal in my hearing, Ye need nae truſt to my forbearing; For ſoon my beard will tak a low. And I ſhall crack your crazy pow.
 * Bard. This ſaid, brave Bristle ſaid nae mair,

But cock'd his Bonnet with an air, Wheel'd round with gloomy brows & muddy, And left his brither in a ſtuddy.