A TRAGEDY
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LORNE, (calling off the Stage.)
I must take leave of honest Duncan here,
And of his rosy wife.—Ay, here they come.
Enter the Host and his Wife.
(To Host, &c.)
Good cheer, and kindly given, of you we've had.
Thy hand, good host. May all the fish o' th' ocean
Come crowding to thy nets!—And healthy brats,
Fair dame, have thou! with such round rosy cheeks
As brats of thine befit: and, by your leave,
(Kissing her.)
So be they kiss'd by all kind comers too!
Good luck betide you both!
HOST.
A brave man art thou, that I will be sworn.
WIFE.
You will not pass our door.