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And all the shieling herdsmen from Bengorach, Must have a lair provided for the night.

And who says so?

E'en the young Laird himself.

'Tis always so; Dunarden's courtesy, With all his honied words, cost far less trouble Than young Dunarden's thoughtless kindness doth. The foul fiend take them all! Have we got plaids For loons like them!

Faith, we at least must try to find them bedding.

Let each of them find on the green hill sward The breadth of his own back, and that, I trow, Is bed enough for them. Herdsmen, indeed!

(Several Servants coming all about together.) More plaids! more plaids! we have not yet enow.

And Elspy says the gentle folks must have Pillows and other gear.