The Rose of Ettrick Vale, Or the Bridal of the Borders

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Excerpt from The Rose of Ettrick Vale, Or the Bridal of the Borders: A Drama in Two Acts Guy. Aye, marry - his legs, he has been out this hour. I was up with the first cock myself, but even I was too late, for before I had popped into his room, he had popped out of it. Glen. Out so early? (retires, and looks off r.h.) Guy. You would not have him a sluggard on his nuptial day, would you? Ah, Jessie and Amy, the bridesmaids! My fat sides! how spruce! I ain't amiss myself, am I? with my old hose and my nice new doublet. A good fit, ain't it? shows my shape, you will see few such men as I am! Jes. and Amy. We don't desire it. Guy. Nay, now you are too partial, but 'tis right I should dress in this fashion, for look you my cousin, old Adam of Teviot has made me master of the ceremonies, major domo, and grand cock of the day. Everybody is to obey me. You may all have as much sport and confusion as ever you like, provided your confusion be conducted peaceably and in good order. Oh, my fat sides! what a deal I shall have to do! Amy. Well, Guy, this marriage will go nigh to derange you. Guy. Well, and if it should, I shall not be the first man marriage has deranged. Amy. But this is not your own. Guy. So much the more amiable in me to feel so much for another. My own? Ah! that depends upon Jessie! Jes. Upon me, blockhead? Guy. Blockhead! Come, don't abuse me before marriage, we shall have plenty of time for that afterwards. Jes. We marry, indeed! Guy. Aye, to be sure! Don't everybody know I court you? Ain't you over head and ears in love with me, only you don't own it? So when Albert and Laurette are married, "for better for worse" is the word. "Do you consent?" says the parson. "O yes, " says Jessie. "Amen!" says the clerk, and, O my fat sides! the job is done. Jes. There is but one slight objection to this arrangement. Guy. What is that? Jes. The intended bride will not consent. Guy. What possible objection can you have? Amy. Would you have her marry a magpie that chatters everlastingly? Guy. Chatters? There's a name for eloquence! Amy. Is talking nonsense by the hour, eloquence? Guy. Undoubtedly, according to the established practice of most noble orators. Any more objections? Amy. Plenty. You are a coward - you lack courage. Guy. Then I have discretion - the superior virtue. Jes. Pshaw! you have no spirit. Guy. No spirit? My fat sides! don't I offer to marry you? Anything more? Jes. Then you are so ugly. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.