Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
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ALLAN RAMSAY 135<br />
Patie and Peggy take part, and that wherein Jenny<br />
declares her love for Roger. The latter scene is<br />
more decidedly tinged with rusticity than the former.<br />
In the fourth scene Sir William reveals himself to<br />
Symon, and inquires eagerly about the progress made<br />
by his son during his years <strong>of</strong> absence. Symon<br />
praises the youth's devotion to letters, and then hints<br />
at his love for Peggy, which Sir William declares must<br />
be forgotten.<br />
The first scene <strong>of</strong> the Fourth Act relieves, by the<br />
introduction <strong>of</strong> humorous episodes, the sentimentality<br />
whereinto the drama at this stage shows signs <strong>of</strong> lapsing.<br />
Mause, Madge, and Bauldy have an interview, at which<br />
the two last named come to blows ; and when Bauldy<br />
has taken himself <strong>of</strong>f, the two women perfect their plans<br />
for playing on the foolish fellow's superstitious fears.<br />
The remainder <strong>of</strong> the Fourth Act deals with Patie's<br />
sorrow and Peggy's anguish when Sir William's decision<br />
is made known. Of course, they vow everlasting fidelity<br />
to each other. The scene between the lovers is a very<br />
powerful one, wherein <strong>Ramsay</strong> evinced his sway over<br />
the subtler emotions. Yet here, as elsewhere, his<br />
simplicity constitutes his strength. He never attempts<br />
to depict any complex interaction <strong>of</strong> human passions.<br />
Like ^schylus, he contents himself with the repre-<br />
sentation <strong>of</strong> one elemental emotion at a time, and<br />
he thoroughly exhausts the one ' moment ' before he<br />
passes on to another. Few passages are there in<br />
literature more genuinely pathetic, yet keeping more<br />
rigidly within the modesty <strong>of</strong> nature, than that<br />
wherein poor Peggy, after dwelling on the golden<br />
past, tries to picture the dull grey round <strong>of</strong> duty