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 wi't: He, poor silly lad, he wad ne'er look to a lass, he's to lay her down. Fy, Maggy, cry in our John, and let’s ratify't wi the auld ruddoch; ay, ye're no blate, to say sae.

Mar. Be angry or be well pleased, I'll say't: in a' your faces, an I'd ca' you before your betters about it or lang gae.

John Enters, A what want you now! Is our brose ready yet?

Mith. Ay brose! black brose indeed for thee my bairn; here's Marion Mushet saying ye hae gotten her dochter wi' bairn.

Jock. Me, mither! I ne'er lay in a bed wi' her dochter a' my days; It'll be the young Laird's, for I saw him kiss her at the Lammas fair, an lat glam at her nonsense.

Mith. Ay, ay, my man Johnny, that's the way she has gotten her belly full o' bairns; 'tis no you, nor the like o' you, poor innocent lad, that gets bystart weans; 'tis a wheen ramblng o'erfull lowns, ilk-ane o' them loups on anither, an gies the like o' you the wyte o't.

Mar. Ye may say what ye like about if, 'tis easy to ca' a court whar there's nae body to say again; but I'll let you a' ken about it, an that is what she tell't me, an you guidwife tell't me some o't yoursel; an gin ye hadna brought in Maggy wi' her muckle tocher atween the twa,