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10 Ye look as ſpruth as one that's wooing, I ſerly lad, what ye've been doing. Joukum. My very much reſpected brither, Should we hide ought frae ane anither, And not, when warm'd with the ſame blood, Conſult ilk ane anither's good; And be it kend t'ye, my deſign, Will profit prove to me and mine. Briſle. And brither, troth it much commends Your virtue, thus to love your friends, It makes me blyth, for aft I ſaid, Ye were a clever mettl'd lad. Joukum. And ſae, I hope, will ever prove, If ye befriend me in my love: For Roſie, bonny, rich and gay, And ſweet as flowers in June or May, Her gear I'llget, her ſweets I'll rifle, If ye'll but yield me up a trifle. Promiſe to do't, and ye'ſe be free, With ony thing pertains to me. Briſle. I lang to anſwer your demand, And never ſhall for trifles ſtand. Joukum. Then ſhe deſires, as a propine, Theſe Bonnets, Bawly's, yours and mine; And well I wat that's nae great matter, If I ſae eaſily can get her.

Briſtle. Ha, ha! ye Judas, are ye there? The D--- then nor ſhe ne'er get mair. Is that the trifle that ye ſpoke of? Wha think ye, ſir, ye mak a mock of? Ye ſilly manſworn ſcant of grace, Swith let me never ſee your face. Seek