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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 9

Scene I.—A Mountain Moor

Scene I.—A Mountain Moor.

1st Shep.
Who is that frenzied maid raves on the peak?
Note how she wildly steps—list to her shriek!
Haste, let us up—perhaps we can aid her;
Some false-hearted lover has surely betrayed her.

2nd Shep.
Weel, Tougal, gang up; but this I premise,
If there's love in the case, she'll tear out your eyes.
I ance melled wi' lovers—I'll no mell again;
So come, noo, and lave her, the night's gaun to rain.

[Exeunt Shepherds.

Prof. (Soliloquising.) Here, unrestrained, I'll drink unto the lees,
The full-blown Grecian life. Oh Sophocles,
Thy shade I now invoke—(shadowy forms appear). But what are these?

Chorus of Fairies.
Of all the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly lo'e the west, west, west;
For its there the bonny lassie lives, the lass that I lo'e best, best, best,
The lass that I lo'e best.
page 4 Prof. The Fourth Years' tramp? Their voice? Oh! but—I'll drown it!

[Recites eagerly.


A Spirit. And blaw, ye westlin' winds, blaw soft, among the lofty peaks, peaks, peaks,
And gently waft the lassie up, the lass that wears the breeks, breeks, breeks,

The lass that wears the breeks.

Prof, (as he is wafted up) recites:
Rapt by wild hands, I go, I go,
And leave the light of day,
Ere yet a mother's joys I know,
And see my child at play.

[Mist comes on, and scene closes.