Lord help ye, man! it's lang sin pride began: will ye compare yourself to the Laird of McRory's piper.
FIDDLER.
A great affair to be sure of the Laird of MacRory's piper.
PIPER.
You mun eat a bow o' meal before you be like him tho'.
FIDDLER.
Thank God! I have more christian-like victuals to eat.
PIPER.
Better than you or your grandfather either, ha' been glad o' worse fare.
FIDDLER.
Yes, that may be the case in your country like enough, where, unless it be a lousy tailor, or sick like (mimicking him), few of you taste any thing that has ever had life in it.
PIPER.
Sir, an' it were not for respect to the lady yonder (pointing to the window where Hannah appears), I
