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conid grudge you that; where shall i bring his answer?

Aug. It requires none.

Colin. But an he craves to know your house, where mun I say you dwell?

Aug. I have no house, no home, no father, friend, or refuge, in this world ; nor do I at this nioment, fainting as I am with affliction and fatigue, know where to find a hospitable door.

Colin. Come with me then, and I will shew you one; ahl woe is me, we hanna' all cold hearts, that occupy cold climates : I were a graceless loon indeed, when Providence ha' done so much for me, an' I could not pay bock a little to a fellow creature.

Aug. Who you may be I know not; but that sen. timent persuades me I may trust you: know, in this wretched person you behold her whom you think the envied, the beloved Miss Aubrey.

Colin. Miss Aubrey! you Miss Aubrey! His presence be about us! and has that grete fat fellow in. the city, turned his buck upon you? Out on him, ugly hound, his stomach be his grave! I could find in my heart to stick my dirk into his weamn.

dug. Have patience ; 'tis not he; Lord Abberville's the source of my misfortunes.

Colin. Ah, woe the while the more's his shame, I'd rather hear that he was dead.

Aug. Do not mistake affliction for disgrace ; I'm innocent.

Colin. I see it in your face: would I could say as much of him.

Aug. You know him then.

Colin. Ay, and his father afore him: Colin Maca cleod's my name.

Aug. Colin Macleod !

Colin. What do you start at? Troth, there's no shame upon't ; 'tis not a bit the worse for my wear; honesty was aw my patrimony, and, by my sol i hanna' spent it: I serve Lord Abberville, but not his vices.

rug. I readily believe you; and to convince you of it, put me, I beseech you, in some present shelter, till the labour of my hands can keep me, and hold me up

but for a breathing space, till I can rally my exhausted spirits, and learn to struggle with the world.

Colin. Ay, will I by my sol, so Heaven gives life? and woe betide the child that does you wrong! I be na smuthly spoken, but you shall find me true.--And look, the first door that I cast my ey'n upon, I ken the name of Macintosh : troth, 'tis a gudely omen, and prognostic; the Macintoshes and Macleods are aw of the same blood fra' long antiquity: had wę search'd aw the town we could na' find a better. [Knocks at the door.] Odzooks, fear nothing, damsel, an she be a true Macintosh, you need 'na' doubt a welcome.

Enter Mrs. MACINTOSH. Gude day to you, madam, is your name Macintosh, pray you?

Mrs. Mac. It is; what are your commands?

Colin, Nay, hau'd a bit, gude child, we command nought; but being, d'ye see, a Scotish kinsman of



yours, Colin Macleod by name, I crave lodgment in your house for this poor Jassie.Gude troth you need na' squant at her so closely; there's nought to be suspected; and though she may na' boast so long a pedigree as you and I do, yet for an English family, she's of no despicable house; and as for reputation, gude faith the lamb is not more innocent: respecting mine own sall I will na’ vannt, but an' you've any doubt, you need na' gange a mighty length to satisfy 'em ; I'm no impostor.

Mrs. Mac. I see enough to satisfy me: she is a perfect beauty:--pray, young lady, walk in ; pray walk up stairs, you are heartily welcome; lack-a-day you seem piteously fatigued.

Aug. indeed I want repose.

Colin. Rest you awhile ; I'll deliver your letter and call on you anon. Aug. I thank you.

[Enters the house. Mrs. Mac. Heavens, what a lovely girl!

Colin. Haud you bit, you've done this kindly, cousin Macintosh, but we're na’ come a bagging, d'ye see; here, take this money in your hond, and let her want for nought.

Mrs. Mac. You may depend upon my care.

Colin. Ay, ay, I ken'd you for a Macintosh at once; I am na' apt to be nistaken in any of your clani and 'tis a comely presence that you have; troth 'tis the case with aw of you; the Macintoshes are a very personable people.

[Exit. Mrs. Mac. Another of my Scotish cousins-Oh, this


new name of mine is a most thriving in vention ; a rare device to hook in customers; when I was plain Nan Rawlins of St. Martin's parish, scarce a yard of ferret could I sell to club a prentice's liair on a Sunday morning; now there's not a knight of the Thistle that dwes not wear my green pauduasoy across his shoulder, nor a Mac passes my shop who does not buy snuff and black ribband of his kinswoman; of such con. sequence is it to have a good name in this world [Ex.


A Room in Lord ABBERVILLE's House. Enter Lord

ABBERVILLE, followed by several Servants. Lord Abb. You are a most unreasonable set of gesztry truly; I have but one Scotchman in my family, and you are every one of you, cook, valet, builer, up in arms to drive him out of it.

La Jeu. And with reason, my lord; Monsieur Colin is a grand financier; but he has a little of wliai we call la maladie du pays; he is too (economiques it is not for the credit of ni Lord Anglois tu be iou @conomique.

Lord Abb. I think, La Jeunesse, I have been at some pains to put that out of dispute ; but get you gone all together, and send the fellow to me; I begin to be as tired of him as you are.---[Exeunt servants. ] --His honesty is my reproach ; these rascals flaricr while they rob me: it angers me that one, who lius

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no stake, no interest in my fortune, shoulit husband it more frugally than I who am the owner and the sufferer: in short, he is the glass in which I see myself, and ihe reflection tortures me; my vices have deformed me; gaming has made a monster of me.

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Lord Abb. Well, is the savage coming ?

La feu. He is only turning his cravet, my lord,
and will be here immediately.
Lord Abb. Leave me.

[Exit La Jeu.


Enter COLIN.

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Come hither, Colin; what is this I hear of you?

Colin. Saving your presence I should guess a pratty many lies; 'twill mostly be the case when companions in office give characters one of another.

Lord Abb. But what is he whom nobody speaks well of? You are given up on all hands.

Colin. And so must truth itsall, when the de'il turns historian.

Lord abb. You've been applauded for your bluntness; 'ris no recommendation to me, Macleod; and shall I part from all my family to accominodate your spleen; from the stable boy to my own valet, there's not a domestic in this house gives you a good word.

Colin. Nor never will, till I prefer their interest to yours; hungry curs will bark; but an' your lordship would have us regale our friends below stairs, while you are feasting yours above, gadzooks. I have a

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