bawbee for Shylock but just the forfeiture; an' he daur na tak
it.'--'I'm awa',' says he. 'The deivil tak ye a'.'--Na! he wasna to win
clear sae; ance they'd gotten the Jew on the hep, they worried him, like
good Christians, that's a fact. The judge fand a law that fitted him,
for conspiring against the life of a citizen; an' he behooved to give up
hoose an' lands, and be a Christian; yon was a soor drap--he tarned no
weel, puir auld villain, an' scairtit; an' the lawyers sent ane o' their
weary parchments till his hoose, and the puir auld heathen signed awa'
his siller, an' Abraham, an' Isaac, an' Jacob, on the heed o' 't. I
pity him, an auld, auld man; and his dochter had rin off wi' a Christian
lad--they ca' her Jessica, and didn't she steal his very diamond
ring that his ain lass gied him when he was young, an' maybe no sae
hard-hairted?"

_Jean Carnie._ "Oh, the jaud! suppose he was a Jew, it was na her
business to clean him oot."

_A young Fishwife._ "Aweel, it was only a Jew body, that's my comfort."

_Christie._ "Ye speak as a Jew was na a man; has not a Jew eyes, if ye
please?"

_Lizzy Johnstone._ "Ay, has he!--and the awfuest lang neb atween 'em."

_Christie._ "Has not a Jew affections, paassions, organs?"

_Jean._ "Na! Christie; thir lads comes fr' Italy!"

_Christie._ "If you prick him, does he not bleed? if you tickle him,
does na he lauch?"

_A young Fishwife (pertly)._ "I never kittlet a Jew, for my pairt--sae
I'll no can tell ye."

_Christie._ "If you poison him, does he not die? and if you wrang him"
(with fury) "shall he not revenge?"

_Lizzie Johnstone._ "Oh! but ye're a fearsome lass."

_Christie._ "Wha'll give me a sang for my bonny yarn?"

Lord Ipsden, who had been an unobserved auditor of the latter part of
the tale, here inquired whether she had brought her book.

"What'n buik?"

"Your music-book!"

"Here's my music-book," said Jean, roughly tapping her head.

"And here's mines," said Christie, birdly, touching her bosom.

"Richard," said she, thoughtfully, "I wish ye may no hae been getting in
voolgar company. Div ye think we hae minds like rinning water?"

_Flucker (avec malice)._ "And tongues like the mill-clack abune it?
Because if ye think sae, captain--ye're no far wrang!"

_Christie._ "Na! we hae na muckle gowd maybe; but our minds are gowden
vessels."

_Jean._ "Aha! lad."

_Christie._ "They are not saxpenny sieves, to let music an' meter
through, and leave us n