him!

MARY. He is quite happy, Will, and so am I ... so am I.

BRODIE. Hear me, Mary. This is a big moment in our two lives. I swear to
you by the father here between us that it shall not be fault of mine if
this thing fails; if this ship founders you have set your hopes in. I
swear it by our father; I swear it by God's judgments.

MARY. I want no oaths, Will.

BRODIE. No, but I do. And prayers, Mary, prayers. Pray night and day
upon your knees. I must move mountains.

OLD BRODIE. A wise son maketh--maketh----

BRODIE. A glad father? And does your son, the Deacon, make you glad? O
heaven of heavens, if I were a good man!

END OF THE SECOND ACT

ACT III

TABLEAU V

KING'S EVIDENCE

_The Stage represents a public place in Edinburgh_

SCENE I

JEAN, SMITH, AND MOORE

_They loiter in L., and stand looking about as for somebody not there.
SMITH is hat in hand to JEAN; MOORE as usual_

MOORE. Wot did I tell you? Is he 'ere or ain't he? Now then. Slink by
name and Slink by nature, that's wot's the matter with him.

JEAN. He'll no' be lang; he's regular enough, if that was a'.

MOORE. I'd regular him; I'd break his back.

SMITH. Badger, you brute, you hang on to the lessons of your
dancing-master. None but the genteel deserves the fair; does they,
Duchess?

MOORE. O rot! Did I insult the blowen? Wot's the matter with me is Slink
Ainslie.

SMITH. All right, old Crossed-in-love. Give him forty winks, and he'll
turn up as fresh as clean sawdust and as respectable as a new Bible.

MOORE. That's right enough; but I ain't a-going to stand here all day
for him. I'm for a drop of something short, I am. You tell him I showed
you that (_showing his doubled fist_). That's wot's the matter with him.
(_He lurches out, R._)

SCENE II

_SMITH and JEAN, to whom HUNT and afterwards MOORE_

SMITH (_critically_). No, Duchess, he has not good manners.

JEAN. Ay, he's an impident man.

SMITH. So he is, Jean; and for the matter of that he ain't the only one.

JEAN. Geordie, I want nae mair o' your nonsense, mind.

SMITH. There's our old particular the Deacon, now. Why is he ashamed of
a lovely woman? That's not my idea of the Young Chevalier, Jean. If I
had luck, we should be married, and retired to our estates in the
country, shouldn't us? and go to church and be happy, like the nobility
and gentry.

JEAN. Geordie Smith, div ye mean ye'd mairry me?

SMITH. Mean it? What else