'Wha'll mak me ?' says the Jew body.

'Mak ye!' says he; 'maircy is no a thing ye strain through a sieve, mon; it droppeth like the gentle dew fra' heaven upon the place beneath; it blesses him that gives and him that taks; it becomes the king better than his throne, and airthly power is maist like God's power when maircy seasons justice.'" _Robert Haw, Fisherman._ "Dinna speak like that to me, onybody, or I shall gie ye my boat, and fling my nets intil it, as ye sail awa wi' her." _Jean Carnie._ "Sae he let the puir deevil go.

Oh! ye ken wha could stand up against siccan a shower o' Ennglish as thaat." _Christie._ "He just said, 'My deeds upon my heed.

I claim the law,' says he; 'there is no power in the tongue o' man to alter me.

I stay here on my boend.'" _Sandy Liston._ "I hae sat quiet!--quiet I hae sat against my will, no to disturb Jamie Drysel's weddin'; but ye carry the game ower far, Shylock, my lad.