Mary:
What's gnawing on you, Robert?
Rob Roy:
I've made up my mind to borrow money from Montrose to buy cattle at Creiff market and sell at Carlisle.
Mary:
How much money?
Rob Roy:
£1,000. Believe me, Mary, it will turn profit. £6 in Creiff is £12 in Carlisle. And I know cattle. I can drive them faster and deliver them fatter than any man in the kingdom.
Mary:
Why would the Marquis of Montrose lend a McGregor £1,000?
Rob Roy:
For profit, what else? It's an investment as much as a loan.
Mary:
So it's business partners you are now, you and the Marquis.
Rob Roy:
Keep that tongue for your boys, woman. I didn't tell you my mind to be flayed for it.
Mary:
You know I love the bones of you, Robert McGregor. But you take too much to heart that cannot be helped. It must be helped.
Rob Roy:
All right, but not today.
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