rogues, rogues! (SINGING WITHOUT.) Ha! what's that?

AINSLIE. It's the psalm-singing up by at the Holy Weaver's. And
O Deacon, if ye're a Christian man -

THE PSALM WITHOUT:- 'Lord, who shall stand, if Thou, O Lord,
Should'st mark iniquity? But yet with Thee forgiveness is, That
feared Thou may'st be.'

BRODIE. I think I'll go. 'My son the Deacon was aye regular at
kirk.' If the old man could see his son, the Deacon! I think
I'll - Ay, who SHALL stand? There's the rub! And forgiveness,
too? There's a long word for you! I learnt it all lang syne,
and now . . . hell and ruin are on either hand of me, and the
devil has me by the leg. 'My son, the Deacon . . . !' Eh, God!
but there's no fool like an old fool! (BECOMING CONSCIOUS OF THE
OTHERS.) Rogues!

SMITH. Take my arm, Deacon.

BRODIE. Down, dog, down! [Stay and be drunk with your equals.]
Gentlemen and ladies, I have already cursed you pretty heavily.
Let me do myself the pleasure of wishing you - a very - good
evening. (AS HE GOES OUT, HUNT, WHO HAS BEEN STAGGERING ABOUT IN
THE CROWD, FALLS ON A SETTLE, AS ABOUT TO SLEEP.)

ACT-DROP.


ACT II.