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 crying out, O gin I were but a half ell higher, I sud be a sodger or it be lang; an gie me a good flail or a corn-fork, I sud kill Frenchmen anew, before I gade to face yon flyting Ministers, an be set up like a warld’s wonder on their cock-stool or black-stool; an wha can hide the shame, whan every body looks to them, wi’ their sacken sarks or gowns on them, like the piece of an auld can’as prickt about a body, for naething but what every body does amaist or they be married as well as me.

Mith. My man, Johnny, ye’re no the first that has done it; an ye’ll no be the last; e’en mony o’ the ministers has done if themselves, bout ay, e’en yaur father an I did it mony a time.

Mag. Ay, ay, an that gars your son be so good o’ as he is; the thing that’s bred in the flesh, is ill to pit out o’ the bane.

Mith. Datt woman, what way wad the warld stand if fouks wadna mak use o’ ither? 'Tis the thing that’s natural, bairns-getting; therefore it’s no to be scunner’d at.

Mag. Ay, ay, but an they be for the like o’ that they shou’d marry.

Mith. But I think there’s little ill tho’ they try it ance or twice or they be married, ’tis an unco thing for a body to be bouudbound [sic] till a business or they ken whether they be able for it or no.

Mag. Ay, ay, that’s your way of doing