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I confess I have seldom been mistaken or deceived in my judgment of man, woman, or child. O'Bla. Who can say so much? Mr. Carv. For what reason, I don't pretend to say; but the fact ostensibly is, that the few persons I direct with my advice are unquestionably apt to prosper in this world. O'Bla.
I got a great character of his honour. I'd sooner come before your honour than any jantleman in all Ireland. I'm sure your honour will stand my frind. Clerk. Silence! Mr. Carv. Misguided people of Ballynavogue and Ballynascraw CARVER pronounces the word "Ballynavogue," CATTY curtsies, and all the ROONIES, behind her, bow, and answer Here, plase your honour.
True, your honour, see scarce a symptom of a fature lift in the face here of little Charley of Killaspugbrone, with the b'ating he got from them McBrides, who bred the riot, entirely under Flourishing Phil, plase your honour. Mr. Carv.
Carv. Bankrupt, at this instant all under seizure to the supervisor. Mr. Gerald O'Blaney has fled the country. Old McB. Then, Honor, you are without a penny; for all her fortune, 500l., was in his hands. Randal. Then I'm as happy to have her without a penny happier I am to prove my love pure. Catty. God bless you for my own son! That's our way of thinking, Mr.
"I don't care what you have about you you have not the truth about ye, nor in ye," says I; "ye are a liar, Pat Coxe," says I: so he cocked the pistol at me, saying, that would prove me a coward with that I wrenched the pistol from him, and bet him in a big passion. Mr. Carv. But it is not yet proved that this man has told any lies. Randal. If he has tould no lies, I wronged him. Catty.
And you, sir, who style yourself big Briny of Cloon you think yourself a great man, I suppose? Catty. It's what many does that has got less rason, plase your honour. Mr. Carv. Understand, my honest friend, that there is a vast difference between looking big and being great. Big Briny. I see I know, your honour. Mr. Carv.
Philip McBride, did, as the law allows, only lay hands softly upon complainant, Catherine Rooney; and the Rooneys, as it appears, struck, and did strike, the first blow. Randal. I can't deny, plase your honour, we did. Mr. Carv. Mr. Carv. Beaten men! depart in peace.
We'll flog the world, and have it all our own way! Oh, I knew we'd get justice or I'd know why. Clerk. Here's the book, sir, to swear complainants. CARVER comes forward. Mr. Carv. Wait wait; I must hear both sides. Catty. Both sides! Oh, plase your honour only bother you. Mr. Carv. Madam, it is my duty to have ears for all men. Mr. Philip, now for your defence. Catty.
I must slave at the desk to keep all round. See, Mr. Carver, see! ever since the day you advised me to be as particular as yourself in keeping accounts to a farthing, I do, to a fraction, even like state accounts, see! Mr. Carv. And I trust you find your advantage in it, sir. Pray, how does the distillery business go on? O'Bla. Swimmingly! ever since that time, Mr.
Not a word, plase your honour, only just telling herself to be quiet. Oh, mother, dearest, I'll kneel to plase you. Catty. Kneel! oh, to an ould woman like me no standing that! So here, on my hunkers I am, for your sake, Randal, and not a word, good or bad! Can woman do more? Mr. Carv. Now for your defence, Philip: be short, for mercy's sake! Phil.
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