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( 2 ) ACT 1. SCENE I.

A View of the Street.

Enter the Coalman and his Son.

ON Whistling Johnny Coupe, are you waking yet.

Father. Wynd, wynd, hap again fir, deils i'the cheeld, he'll tak awa' the check o' the turnpike, can Ye keep the crown o' the caffo, an be curst t'ye.

Son. What can I help it father, what can I help it?

Father. What can ye help it, ye dirten bitch that ye're, can ye cast a squent eye to ringle eyed Tammie, sir

Son. So I am father, so I am.

Father. Caw up the sharny tail'd mare there, do ye hear laddie, Was you down in Lucky Buncles the day?

Son. I was a father, I was a.

Father. Well laddie, didin she cast a rough bane in ye're teeth, or the cheek of a sutter's clod?

Son. No father, no, deil a bit she offered me.

Father. Did she speer the price o' the coals, laddie?

Sun. Yes did she father, ay did she.

Father. Well, what deil was her bode, can ye speak out sir?

Son. She bade me aught pence.

Father. Aught pence! Aught deils draw her to hell bee th' hair of the head: Od I fancy she thinks I stale them; wha deil's she mocking thinks she; does she think I'm either a sybo head or an onion-tail, an be curst till her, the bitch.

Son. I telled her father, tak them or want them, mistress, just at ten pence, tak them or want them.

Father. Od they just cost me seven pence, they came af Gilmorton coal hill that did