What's the cunning loon standing, wi' his lug sae near that door for? (Calling loud.) What's tu doing there, rascal?
EnterBawldy.
Wha gies thee leave to come near the chambers o' gentle folks, and lay thy blackened lug sae close to the key-hole?
BAWLDY.
As for gentle folks, they come to me oftener nor I gang to them; and as for my lug, there was nae need to lay it to the key-hole whan the door was half open.
ANDERSON.
Catch thee who can unprovided wi' a ready answer! Thou hast the curiosity o' the deevil in thee and his cunning to boot: what business hast thou to pry into people's secrets?