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21 Canto IV. THREE BONNETS.

And yet forſooth, ye grin and grumble, And with a gab unthankfu' mumble Out mony a black unworthy curſe, When Roſie bids you draw your purſeː When ſhe's fae gen'rouſly content, With not aboon thirty per cent. Briſtle. Damn you and her! tho' now I'm blae, I'm hopefu' yet to ſee the day, I'll gar ye baith repent that e'er Ye reav'd by force away my gear, Without, or thanks, or making price, Or ever ſpeering my advice. Joukum. Peace Gouk, we nae thing do at a', But by the letter of the law: Then nae mair with your din torment us, Growling like ane non compos mentis, Elſe Roſie iſſue may a writ, To tye ye up baith hand and fit, And dungeon ye, but meat or drink, Till ye be ſtarv'd and die in ſtink. Bard. Thus Jouk and Briſtle, when they met, With ſic braw language ither treat. Juſt fury glows in Briſtle's veins; And tho' his Bonnet he retains, Yet on his creft he may not cock it, But in a coffer cloſe maun lock it. Bare-headed, thus he e'en knocks under, And let's them drive away the plunder, Sae hae I ſeen, beſide a tower, The king of brutes oblig'd to cour; And, on his royal paunches thole, A dwarf to prob him with a pole! While