, Antonio; there, wi scales and knives, and revenge in his
murderin' eye, stands the crewel Jew Shylock."

"Aweel," muttered Sandy, considerately, "I'll no mak a disturbance on a
wedding day."

_Christie._ "They wait for Bell--I dinna mind his mind--a laerned
lawyer, ony way; he's sick, but sends ane mair laerned still, and, when
this ane comes, he looks not older nor wiser than mysel."

_Flucker._ "No possible!"

_Christie._ "Ye needna be sae sarcy, Flucker, for when he comes to his
wark he soon lets 'em ken--runs his een like lightening ower the boend.
'This bond's forfeit. Is Antonio not able to dischairge the money?'
'Ay!' cries Bassanio, 'here's the sum thrice told.' Says the young judge
in a bit whisper to Shylock, 'Shylock, there's thrice thy money offered
thee. Be mairceful,' says he, out loud. 'Wha'll mak me?' says the Jew
body. 'Mak ye!' says he; 'maircy is no a thing ye strain through a
sieve, mon; it droppeth like the gentle dew fra' heaven upon the place
beneath; it blesses him that gives and him that taks; it becomes the
king better than his throne, and airthly power is maist like God's power
when maircy seasons justice.'"

_Robert Haw, Fisherman._ "Dinna speak like that to me, onybody, or I
shall gie ye my boat, and fling my nets intil it, as ye sail awa wi'
her."

_Jean Carnie._ "Sae he let the puir deevil go. Oh! ye ken wha could
stand up against siccan a shower o' Ennglish as thaat."

_Christie._ "He just said, 'My deeds upon my heed. I claim the law,'
says he; 'there is no power in the tongue o' man to alter me. I stay
here on my boend.'"

_Sandy Liston._ "I hae sat quiet!--quiet I hae sat against my will,
no to disturb Jamie Drysel's weddin'; but ye carry the game ower far,
Shylock, my lad. I'll just give yon bluidy-minded urang-utang a hidin',
and bring Tony off, the gude, puir-spirited creature. And him, an' me,
an' Bassanee, an' Porshee, we'll all hae a gill thegither."

He rose, and was instantly seized by two of the company, from whom he
burst furiously, after a struggle, and the next moment was heard to fall
clean from the top to the bottom of the stairs. Flucker and Jean ran
out; the rest appealed against the interruption.

_Christie._ "Hech! he's killed. Sandy Liston's brake his neck."

"What aboot it, lassy?" said a young fisherman; "it's Antonio I'm feared
for; save him, lassy, if poessible; but I doot ye'll no get him clear o'
yon deevelich heathen.

"Auld Sandy's cheap sair