burgh, my lady--we have nai sic
pinch-gut doings--for there, guid traith, we always have a guid
comfortable dish of cutlets or collops, or a nice, warm, savory haggiss,
with a guid swig of whiskey punch to recruit our spirits--after our
dancing and sweating.

"_Omnes_. Ha, ha, ha!

"_Sir Per_. Ay, and that is much wholesomer, Lady Rodolpha, than aw their
slips and their slops here in the south.

"_Lord Lum_. Ha, ha, ha! Well, my dear Rodolpha, you are a droll girl,
upon honour,--and very entertaining, I vow; [_He whispers_.]--but,
my dear child,--a little too much upon the dancing, and sweating, and the
wolly-wambles.

"_Omnes_. Ha, ha, ha!"

_Enter_ TOMLINS.

_Tom_. Colonel Toper and Captain Hardbottle are come, sir.

_Sir Per_. O! vary weel.--Dinner directly.

_Tom_. It is ready, sir. [_Exit._

_Sir Per_. My lord, we attend your lordship.

_Lord Lum_. Lady Mac, your ladyship's hand, if you please.
[_Exit with Lady_ Macsycophant.

_Sir Per_. And here, Lady Rodolpha, is an Arcadian swain that has a
hand at your ladyship's devotion.

_Lady Rod_. [_Giving her hand to_ Egerton.] And I, sir, have one at his.--
There, sir:--as to hearts, ye ken, cousin, they are not brought into the
account of human dealings now-a-days.

_Eger_. O! madam, they are mere temporary baubles, especially in
courtship; and no more to be depended upon than the weather, or a lottery
ticket.

_Lady Rod_, Ha, ha, ha! twa excellent similes, I vow, Mr. Egerton.--
Excellent! for they illustrate the vagaries and inconstancy of my
dissipated heart as exactly as if you had meant to describe it.
[_Exit with_ Eger.

_Sir Per_. Ha, ha, ha! what a vast fund of spirits and guid humour she
has, Maister Sidney.

_Sid_. A great fund indeed, Sir Pertinax.

_Sir Per_. Come, let us till dinner.--Hah! by this time to-morrow, Maister
Sidney, I hope we shall have every thing ready for you to put the last
hand till the happiness of your friend and pupil;--and then, sir--my cares
will be over for this life:--for as to my other son, I expect nai guid of
him, nor shou'd I grieve, were I to see him in his coffin.--But this
match,--O! it will make me the happiest of aw human beings. [_Exeunt._

END OF THE SECOND ACT.

_ACT III. SCENE I._

_Enter Sir_ PERTINAX _and_ EGERTON.

_Sir Per_. [_In warm resentment._] Zoons! sir, I wull not hear a word
about it:--I insist upon it you ar