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ACT II - Scene 1 Dialogue The door is cautiously opened, and DORCAS appears. RUPERT and the McCRANKIE withdraw into the shadow. DORCAS comes down the steps. DORCAS. Not a sound! Not a whisper! Where can Oswald be? This
is the hour, and this the trysting place.
RUPERT and the McCRANKIE advance - she screams. McCRANKIE. Dinna be frichtened, leddy. DORCAS. Who art thou? RUPERT. Permit me to introduce my old friend, The McCrankie,
from the Island of Rum - a Scotch puritan of the most
uncompromising type. McCRANKIE. An' wha is this braw lassie? RUPERT. Mistress Dorcas, handmaiden to fair Mistress Dorothy. McCRANKIE. I am richt glad tae mak thine
acquaintance. DORCAS. So am not I. Hands off! McCRANKIE. Hout awa', leddy. The nicht is dark - RUPERT. And there is no one looking. DORCAS. So much the worse! McCRANKIE. Sae muckle the better! Thou'rt a sonsie lassie. DORCAS. Fie on ye! Fie! Ye are a brace of ill-mannered knaves,
and ought both to be clapped in the stocks!
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