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THE PHANTOM: A DRAMA.
Who is, as they have said, the very match
Which our old laird is planning for his son.
ALLEN.
Free, fitful love thinks scorn of prudent planning.
No, young Dunarden went not to the town,
With simple Culloch for his sole attendant,
To see the provost's daughter.
BRIDE (to Allen).
ALLEN.
And for ye all, which he has sent by me.
Now they who have the nimblest hands amongst ye,
Will catch their favourite colours as they fly.
(Pulls out ribands from his pouch, and dances about in a whirling figure to the bottom of the Stage, strewing about pieces of ribands, while the Girls follow, to catch them as they fall.)