The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUINOX AWL. Prisoner at the bar, are ye guilty or not guilty? Guilty ! Whaur’s Jeannie Mackay ? Dinna fear, lass, Will ye wed this mon here? JEANNIE. Ay, sir [she is in tears], It‘s his bairn, Gude kens. AWL, Now, meenister, this is whaur ye're wanted. D’ye consent, Elder? Ye‘ve been a hairtless auld scoundrel, but ye can e’en dae the richt thing by the lass n00. EEL. Ayl I repent sincerely. AWL. None 0’ that! Say ye‘re sorry, like a mon [ EEL. I‘m sorry, Jeannie. An' I‘ll be agude mon tae ye, lass. AWL. That's better. Now, meenister, the Blessing. MEEK. In the name 0‘ God, I declare ye lawful man an’ wife. [He join: their hand: mul Nesse: litem.] AWL. An’ no more private still, Elder, an’ no more bribes fra distillers l BEL. Ay! I mean it. AWL. Guid. Now, lass, run off wi‘ him, lest he ['a' into the snare o' the ’ Hoor 0’ Babylon again ; an’ this time for his soul's ill 1 [All laugh, EEL goes ofwith JEANNIE. AWL. Noo, lads an' lasses a’l Prayer i' th' morning, an' thanksgivin' in th’ afternoon. [LILITHþlays. [sihgs] VVe’ll mak’ our maut, we’ll brew oor drink We’ll dance an' sing an’ rejoice, mon, An‘ mony braw thanks tae the mickle black de’il [Bowihg lo LILITH] That's danced awa’ wi’ th' Exciseman l 228