Has passed a sleepless night.
Piper.—Think’st thou I’m a Lowland day-hired minstrel,
To stop or play at bidding. Is Argyll
The lord and chieftain of our ancient clan,
More certainly than I to him as such,
The high hereditary piper am?
A sleepless night, forsooth! He’s slept full oft
On the hard heath, with fifty harnessed steeds
Champing their fodder round him—soundly too.
I’ll do mine office, loun, chafe as thou wilt.