[But Hamilton has gone.]
The Landlord: No, quite so—not four shillings and a penny.
Burns: Never mind, landlord, when I’m laureate crowned, you shall supply the nectar.
The Landlord: Aye, and I’ll be more than four shillings and a penny out on that I take it. (Waking the sleeping man.) Now then, John Anderson, bed-time.
Burns: Good-night, landlord. Good-night, Nell. (He kisses her.) Come along, Tam. John Anderson, my jo, John, get up.
John (lifting himself, as uncertain as his speech): I was sleeping with the seven kings, and the Beast of the Apocalypse. I’m getting too old to be called before the sunrise.
Burns: Come with us my jo, John—we’ll take you home.
John: But I don’t wish to go home. There will only be a wifely exhortation, and I’m troubled by the seven Beasts of the Apocalypse.
Burns: This way. Take an arm, Tam.
[He sings.]