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Oh, I know you're every thing every thing on earth particularly with ould McBride; and you know how to speak so well and iloquent, and I'm so tongue-tied and bashful on such an occasion. Mr. Carv. Well, well, I'll speak for you. O'Bla. A thousand thanks down to the ground. Mr. Carv. O'Bla.
Honor avers she was at Bob's Fort with you: now as she could not be, like a bird, in two places at once was she with you? Mrs. Carv. Honor McBride was with me when the workmen's bell rang, and when the clock struck twelve, this day she stayed with me till two o'clock. Oh, no going beyond the lady's word! Mrs. Carv.
I'll assure you, ma'am, quite bettermost people for Hibernians, as you always said, ma'am. Mrs. Carv. I have a regard for old Matthew, though he is something of a miser, I fear. Bloom. So, ma'am, shall I call the girl up, that we may see and talk to her?
Mr. Carv. Come on walk on boldly, friend. Catty. Pat Coxe! saints above! Mr. Carv. Take courage, you are under my protection here no one will dare to touch you. Not I, ye dirty dog! Mr. Carv. No, sir, you have done enough that way already, it appears. Honor. Randal! what, has Randal done this? Mr. Carv. Now observe this Mr.
Excuse her, and I'll go bail for her she won't say another word till she'd get the nod from your honour. Mr. Carv. On that condition, and on that condition only, I am willing to pass over the past. Fall back, constable. Catty. This Carver is a fauterer of the Scotch. Bad luck to every bone in his body! Mr. Carv. Is she muttering, constable? Randal.
Young McB. It seems 'tis not so asy any way, now-a-days, to make a gentlewoman, Mrs. Rooney. Catty. Randal. Oh! mother, dear, don't be aggravating. Mr. Carv. Clerk, why don't you maintain silence? Catty. Go back wid yourself to your pillar, or post, and fould your arms, and stand like a fool that's in love, as you are. I beg your honour's pardon, but he's my son, and I can't help it.
CARVER beckons to the Rooney party. Mr. Carv. Beaten men! come forward. Big Briny. Not beaten, plase your honour, only bet. Ulick of Eliogarty. Only black eyes, plase your honour. Mr. Carv. You, Mr. Charley or Charles Rooney, of Killaspugbrone; you have read these examinations, and are you scrupulously ready to swear? Catty.
He has none in nature, plase your honour. Mr. Carv. Madam, you have had my ear long enough be silent, at your peril. Catty. Ogh ogh! silent! Mr. Carv. Sir, your defence, without any preamble or pre-ambulation. Phil. I've no defence to make, plase your honour, but that I'm innocent. Mr. Carv. Phil.
There's what you may call the divil rebuking sin and now we talk of the like, as I've heard my mudther say, that he had need of a long spoon that ates wid the divil so I'll look to that in time. But whose voice is that I hear coming up stairs? I don't believe but it's Mr. Carver only what should bring him back agin, I wonder now? Here he is, all out of breath, coming. Enter Mr. Mr. Carv. Pat.
I here give it, Honor, to Randal Rooney and you: and bless ye, child, with the man of your choice, who is mine now. Mrs. Carv. Mr. Carv. Carver. Mrs. Carv. Mr. Big Briny of Cloon, Mr. Ulick of Eliogarty, Mr. Charley of Killaspugbrone, and you, Mrs. Catty Rooney, and you, Mr. McBride, senior, and you, Mr.
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