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Enter with a tankard in her hand, followed presently by, who calls after her as she is about to disappear by the opposite side.

Nurse, Nurse, I say! Is the woman deaf?

What are ye roaring after me for? Can a body get nae peace or comfort ony time o' the day or night? Neither o' them, by my trouth, bring muckle rest to me.

That may be, but ye'r tankard comforts, that belang, as it wad seem, to baith day and night, maun be stinted at present; for the sheriff and a' his rascally officers frae Paisley are at the yett, and writers beside, Lord preserve us! wi' ink-horns at their buttons and paper in their hands. Gae tell the Leddy quickly, and set ye'r tankard down.