Critical ApparatusScene Fifth
The Glen in the gloaming. Sandy solusEditor’s Note
Sandy The gloaming star is peeping out at length. I see her in the west yonder as modest and pale as a maiden bride. Well, I think Editor’s Notethere has been a great battle in the East to day, and that the sun has once more stood still over the valley of Jehoshaphat, for such a day in length was never in my remembrance. It has been like a pg 15season to me; and sore sore have I played the fool since it began. All my traffick with that old wretch Henny hangs about my heart like a millstone. My dear my beloved Mary is coming to wake with me to night; my pure my angelic Mary! A creature too mod-est, gentle and comely for the hand of such a fool as I to touch. I declare I have neither the heart nor the conscience to take her in my arms nor vow to be her own as I was wont to do. Toozy I wish you had torn the harigalds of the old brock but instead of that you thought it grand sport and cocked your tail and barked. Great rascal that you are! (sings)
Editor’s Note The day-beam's unco laith to gang
It lingers sair ayont the willow
And O it blushes deep and lang
As if ashamed to kiss the billow
Editor’s Note The gloaming starn keeks o'er the yoke
And strews wi' goud the stream sae glassy
The raven sleeps aboon the rock
And I wait for my bonny lassie
Weel may I tent the siller dew
That comes at eve sae softly stealing
The silken hue the bonny blue
Of nature's rich and radiant ceiling
The lily lea the vernal tree
The night-breeze o'er the broom-wood creeping
The fading day the milky way
The star-beam on the water sleeping
For gin my Mary were but here
My flower sae lovely and sae loving
I'll see nought but her een sae clear
I'll hear nought but her accents moving
Although the bat wi' velvet wing
Wheel round our bed sae soft and grassy
O I'll be happier than a king
Locked in thy arms my bonny lassie
Alas that love's relucent lowe
A bleer'd regret should ever sloken
That heavenly gleid that living glow
Of endless happiness the token
I'll fling my fears upon the wind
Ye worldly cares I'll lightly pass ye
Nae thought shall waver through my mind
But raptures wi' my bonny lassie
This flowery heath shall be our bed
Our canopy the waving willow
This little brake shall guard our head
The wild rose nodding o'er our pillow
Her lips her bosom press'd to mine
Ah Paradise it must surpass thee
I'll ask nae purer joys divine
Than sic a bower and sic a lassie
Now yonder she comes like a streamer of light! Blessed be the grey gloaming for it sheathes a lover in armour. My fears all mount into raptures when I think of the soft dream of bliss that awaits me. Here will I lie close till she is passing by me, and then spring up and seize her in my arms, ravishing a thousand kisses, and giving full vent to the raptures that bound about my heart. (He squats down. Henny enters. He springs up seizes and kisses her in great raptures.) Ah my love! my joy! My dearest dear, are you come at last? And do I hold you in my arms, and feel the pressure of those dear arms again, which till this moment I never felt before?
Henny Dear Sandy dinna worry me wi' kindness.
Sandy Ha! charnel bones, and dead men's breath! What do I hear, and what do I feel! I declare it is old Henny with the beard! I am choaked! I am suffocated (he pukes) Oh I am bewitched! I am bedeviled! haunted by a demon of disgust! Out upon thee thou Critical Apparatusowl! Thou goatsucker! What seekest thou here with that croaking Editor’s Notevoice of thine enough to gather all the frogs of the desert about us? I have no patience with thee, thou harpie! thou green lizard! Editor’s Notethou she adder! Go trail in the dark for a mate like thyself. Devil that thou wert in the hollow of thy own greasy hateful bed covered Editor’s Notewith clouts, and thy cat in thy bosom. What in the name of sin and pg 17Satan seekest thou here—Am I to be everlastingly haunted by thee?
Henny Are these the thanks I get for losing my night's rest, on pur-pose to bring you a warm supper, and watching for you that you may get a sleep?
Sandy I wish it had been the will of heaven that you had been some-where else however.
Henny Now you are dissapointed for want of that slip-slop wench Mary. But if you knew her as well as some does you would not think so much of her. It is true she may do well enough to kiss and toy with, but will ever she provide for the wants of a family as some can do? I can tell you, she is one that will never mense either a young man's bed or his board. Perhaps you don't know that she is the goodman's mistress? Aye you may stare! His mistress I say—His kept, willing mistress—And one that will soon have to vanish for a month or two.
Sandy I am perfectly shocked and dumb with disgust.
Henny It is all true nevertheless. And if all tales be true she is as bad with the son as the father.
Sandy Henny. Since that be the way you speak of my Mary—here, take your ten pounds and your watch again (flings them at her) and let me never see that face of your's again as long as the dun hide and the beard is on it.
Henny Is this like the vows you vowed to me in the morning? you cruel and faithless lover! (cries) But forgive me! I will not irritate you just now while you have half lost your reason by want of sleep—Lie down and sleep till day, and I will watch the lambs as I was charged. When you wake you will be in better humour.
Sandy Keep at a distance from me then; for if you come within a Editor’s Notestone-cast of me I will murder you through my sleep for a night mare. (She retires. He stretches himself and falls asleep.)
Henny (returning softly and speaking aside) There he lies as sound as midnight! What a fine noble creature a young man is! with the bushy locks, the curling lip, and the beard just peeping out as if ashamed of itself—I like a beard like that! Poor fellow! He is lying quite exposed to the night air, I will even cover him with his own plaid and if he will not take me in his bosom I will take him in mine. (she lies down covering them both with the plaid scene closes)
Then spake Joshua to the Lord in the day when the Lord delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon. And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the people had avenged themselves upon their enemies. Is not this written in the book of Jasher? So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day. (Joshua 10. 12–13)