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Keeper. To say truth, masters, you will find it 

 better to be advised. 



Swivel. Oh ! we are in no such humour, arid shall 

 abide^ the issue with great content ; again, I pray 

 you, depart, an you bear love to your master. 



Exit KEEPER. 



May. The fellow hath a look expectant, and 

 moves snailishly on his errand. 



Swivel. Ay ! he gapes after a bribe, and would 

 fain wink at our breach of his laird's ordinance; 

 but what is rightfully ours we design not to pur- 

 chase, so e'en let him wag his tongue against . us ; 

 'tis to me a matter of moonshine. 



May. Set to, Doctor, now that we are quit of 

 the knave, and fill up thy pannier. 'Twill astonish 

 Leister, should we out-weigh him, as we might do 

 with a little management. There is a deep piece 

 of water eastward of the heronry, to which I would 

 fain repair, while you thrash on hereabout. 



Swivel. I am content to do so, Bill, having pro- 

 mise before me of good sport. 



Another Part of the Loch. 



Swivel. What, Bill, seated disconsolate on a 

 stone, waiting like cock o' the weather for a wind- 

 puff! Are thy flies still in sallying mood? Hast 

 had luck, boy, that thou'rt so patient grown ? 



May. I have tooth-ached not a few rascals, but 



