Sandy, and all the lads playing cards; and here's Sandy's marriage

Cro. Go, froth your ale, and score double, boy; I've threshed M'Gilpin.

She. You ha'n't.

Cro. I've banged him, sirrah!

Enter APIE, L.

Apie. Oh, mercy! Master Croudy, here's the constables! And here's Mr. M'Gilpin!

She. Lord! Lord! you'll be taken! Go you, and let nobody come up. [Puts Apie off, L.-Sees clothes.] Eh! this is the luckiest-here, step into this great-coat, hat, and wig, the parson's servant left here. No time for thinking-do take a fool's advice!

Cro. Eh!

She. If you're taken, to gaol you go. Do you want to make a riot in my house, and give him a pretence to take away my licence ?-No, do things easy-here, quick, quick! [Helps him on with the clothes.] There-the devil a one of them can you know now-I'll run and get the boat ready. You're so nicely disguised, you may easily get to it-Huh! Oh dear! [Exit, L.

Cro. Oh, you cowardly cur! you're no son of mineMy cudgel is but a-if I had only-Zounds! Is'nt that my broad-sword yonder? I made a present of it to this pigeon, but he never had spirit to use it! [Takes it from over the chimney.] If they take me, they must first take this no disguise, now-It never shall be said a Highlander sneaked out like a poltroon, with his broadsword in his hand-no, no! [Flings clothes off, and exit, R.

Enter MOGGY, frightened, L.

Mog. Oh, Lud! where shall I hide from father? If I could stand behind the door and slip out as he comes in-but what could bewitch Charley to send him after me! If I could but get down to the pier! What's this? [Looks at clothes, &c.] Ha! the parson's!-Ecod! I've a great mind to try now if I can't hide myself in it-ha, ha, ha! On they go. [Puts on a great-coat and wig.]— Ha, ha, ha!—and wig-ha, ha, ha!

[M'Gilpin and Shelty without, L.

M'Gil. She is here.
Mog. (R. c.) O Lord! there's father!
She. She is not.

M'Gil. Sirrah! Charley told me she came in just now. Mog. Did he indeed?

Enter M'GILPIN and SHELTY, L.

She. (c.) She is not, I tell you.

You've done like a

wise man. [Apart to Moggy, who mistakes her for Croudy. M'Gil. (L. C.) I'll have the house searched.

She. [To Moggy.] Don't speak, and I'll get you out. M'Gil. Where's Jenny? You're of a stamp with the rascal your father.

She. [To M'Gilpin.] Father, keep your temper.
M'Gil. Deliver up Jenny, you scoundrel!

She. Keep your cudgel quiet. Oh, Jenny! you think I'm a devil among the girls. This morning, I was running away with Moggy-now, it's Mr. Shelty, sir, you've been kissing Jenny.

M'Gil. What old fellow's that? [Pointing to Moggy. She. Fellow! this? Oh, sir, this gentleman is the parson from Raasay.

M'Gil. Od! I beg his pardon. How do you do, doctor? Ob, true, you're come to marry Sandy and Jenny-ah! that's all up, sir.

She. Don't speak to him, sir.

M'Gil. Damn your busy-Sirrah! you are the cause of my child's present distresses, you miscreant! I'llEcod! I'll revenge all upon the rogue your father!-Doctor-Oh, here, Charley has brought the constables! She. Father, you see you must fight your way.

Enter CHARLEY and two CONSTABLES, L.

Cha. Sir, I saw Croudy enter here.

M'Gil. We'll have him! There, Charley, you show the doctor here to my house, whilst the constables and I search this for Croudy.

She. [Apart to Charley.] Do, Charley, take the doctor-it's my father-get him off.

Cha. What! I help the escape of smugglers! Sir, that's Croudy in disguise.

Mog. [Apart to Charley.] It's me, you blockhead!

Chu. Moggy again? [Aside.] Ay, come along, doctor. M'Gil. No, you old rogue! no collusion with my clerk-I know you, Croudy; I see the tip of his nose; constables, lay hold of him.

[The Constables lay hold of Moggy, Shelty takes the stick from one, and beats the other, Moggy throws off her disguise, and kneels before her father, L. C.

She. Keep off-I'll defend my father with my life.

Mog. Oh, save my dearest father!
M'Gil. My daughter!

She. This my daddy!

M'Gil. My dear child!

Before I locked-but now

I'll double lock you. No, I'll take care of you myself, my dutiful, affectionate-But, you jade, who got you out? Mog. Who but my dear Shelty?

She. I? me?

M'Gil. Ay; what are locks and brick walls against such an Algerine family as Shelty's? Even the old water-thief, his father, would rob a bishop of his butterboats.

She. Is the devil in ye all? But where the devil can old Croudy be? Egad! as I found Miss Moggy under a great-coat, perhaps I may find my daddy under a petticoat!

FINALE.

Cha. Oh! Shelty, you devil, there's nothing can cure you,

[To M'Gilpin.] There is not a girl, sir, that's safe

from his wiles !

Mog. Go, Shelty, you devil! I cannot endure you : 'Tis Shelty, papa, that my duty beguiles! M'Gil. You warlock! seducer! get out of my sight, or,

You rascal, my cane on your napper shall fall. She. Miss Moggy turned parson, Old Wigsby a fighter! The devil, I think, has got into you all.

All.

Sure, such a dance of confusion and bother

There never was danc'd since the world was a ball,
For we all seem mistaking the one for the other;
The devil, I think, is got into us all!

END OF ACT I.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-M'Gilpin's House.

Enter BENIN with a bundle, L., meeting MOGGY, who enters, R.

Mog. Well, Benin, have you-show, my goodBen. (L. C.) Yes, missy; and I tink dey vil fit you.

Mog. (c.) My best creature!

Ben. Ah, missy; but massa lick a me as I vas vorse creature-missy, if you run away, I vill run too-massa kill a me, if know I help you.

Mog. Psha! you fool, I'm not going to run away. Ben. Missy, dere be Miss Jenny write letter in parlour below-want me fetch it, Missy-now don't tell Massa I brought you clothes. [Exit, L.

Mog. Let's see what you have brought [Opens the bundle]. Jacket, kilt, bonnet, complete-I won't even tell Charley of my design till I'm equipped, ha, ha, ha! I'll surprise him there, I'll lay all snug [Puts them in the press at D. F.] Now, if Charley could borrow cash to carry us up to Edinbro', father could never find us out there-let's see-lud! I hav'n't above half a guinea left of my own pocket-money-oh, poor Charley and IEnter BENIN, L.

Ben. Miss Moggy, Jenny desire me give you dis. [Gives a letter. Mog. Very well.-[Exit Benin, L.] What's this? [Opens letter and takes out a bill.] An Edinbro' banknote for forty pounds. Let's see [Reads.]" My dear Moggy, Sandy, in a fit of despair, has enlisted himself among the soldiers-I have sold my lottery-chance for the inclosed forty pounds! For certain, the captain will never part with such a soldier as my Sandy, therefore I shall take your hint and follow the drum-as I shall not want the money, accept it, my dear friend, for travelling charges-besides, a supply of cash you'll find necessary till you can obtain your father's pardon for the step you are about to take-in which be happier than your Jenny."My generous friend!—No, I will not enjoy happiness whilst you feel sorrow!-with the assistance of my Highland dress here in my cupboard, if I can once more elope, the first use I make of my liberty is to procure it for you, Sandy!-Ay, though father catches me the next moment.

Enter M'GILPIN, L.

M'Gil. I'll first catch you this moment. [Takes her by the arm and takes a key out of his pocket.] Go in there. Mog. No, sir.

M'Gil. Go in.

Enter CHARLey, l.

Cha. What's the matter, sir?

M'Gil. Here's a young lady won't be locked up. Cha. Oh fie, miss! refuse to be locked up! that's so unreasonable of you.

M'Gil. (c.) So it is. Isn't it a proof what a high value I set upon you, hussy? Don't I lock up my guineas? You young brazen-face, go in there. [He puts her into a room, R.] If I should be obliged to go out, Charley, you'll have a watch here, and I'll certainly give you

[As M'Gilpin turns his head to speak to Charley, Moggy, unseen by either, slips again out of the room, pulls Charley by the ear, and runs into the press in flat, where she had before put the clothes.] Cha. (L. C.) Now, sir, what's that for?

[Puts his hand to his ear. M'Gil. Charley, don't say a word against it-I shall do as I like with my family.

Cha. Yes, sir; but when you count ears, pray don't consider me one of your family.

M'Gil. Ay, true, my lad-however, [Turns to the room door, R., where he thinks Moggy is.] Stay you there, the plague of my family! [Locks the door.] I think I have you fast now, my dearee!

Cha. My poor girl!

[Aside. M'Gil. Charley, boy-though I have the key, yet I scarce think I'm sure of her even now; she's full of hocus-pocus So, d'ye hear, now and then throw an eye to the door. That rogue, Shelty, must have been assisted by his grandmother, the old witch I banished, to have got her out before.

Cha. Eh, I'll encourage this thought! [Aside. M'Gil. Charley, I'm now going into my study to practise oratory-don't let anybody interrupt me, boy! -hem! [Exit, with much self-sufficiency, L.

Cha. I find he don't know yet that old Lord Donald is come-ha, ha, ha! this ridiculous idea of Shelty's grandmother being a witch-ha, ha, ha! I'm strangely tickled with the thought.

Ben. [Without, L.] Very well, Shelty—I'll tell my

massa!

Cha. Ha, ha, ha! And here comes Shelty, in the nick to help my project! Ha, ha, ha! I'll try it, however.