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I'd be sorry the girl was thrown I away upon Randal. Mr. Carv. CARVER going. O'Bla. Mr. Carv. O'Bla. Mrs. CARVER'S Dressing-room. Mrs. CARVER sitting at work. BLOOMSBURY standing. Bloom. Certainly, ma'am, what I always said was, that for the commonalty, there's no getting out of an Irish cabin a girl fit to be about a lady such as you, Mrs.
Of me, his patron? Catty. Of you, his patron, sir. He tould me your honour which is a slander, as we all here can witness, can't we? by his honour's contempt of Pat Coxe yet O'Blaney said you was as fond and proud of having informers about you as a rat-catcher is of rats. Mr. Carv.
And when I consider all the ineffectual attempts I have made by eloquence and otherwise, to moralize and civilize you gentlemen, and to eradicate all your heterogeneous or rebellious passions Catty. Not a rebel, good or bad, among us, plase your honour. Clerk. Silence! Mr. Carv.
Oh, I have plinty, and will swear, plase your honour, that he put me in bodily fear, and tore my jock, my blue jock, to tatters. Mr. Carv. My good lady, more or less will never do. Catty. Forty shillings, any way, I'll swear to; and that's a felony, your honour, I hope? Mr. Carv. Take time, and consult your conscience conscientiously, my good lady, while I swear these other men
Carver, in the shape of a waiting-maid or waiting-maid's assistant, on account they smell so of smoke, which is very distressing; but this Honor McBride seems a bettermost sort of girl, ma'am; if you can make up your mind to her vice. Mrs. Carv. Vice? Bloom. That is, vicious pronounciations in regard to their Irish brogues. Mrs. Carv. Is that all? I am quite accustomed to the accent. Bloom.
Carver: as you recommend them, and as they are friends of yours I will confess to you that, though it might not in pint of interest be a very prudent match, I am thinking that Honor McBride is such a prudent girl, and Mrs. Carver has taken her by the hand, so I'd wish to follow Mrs. Carver's example for life, in taking Honor by the hand for better for worse. Mr. Carv.
What time did you see Honor McBride behind the chapel, Pat Coxe? Pat. As the clock struck twelve I mind by the same token the workmen's bell rang as usual! that same time, just as I seen Mr. Randal there putting the ring on her finger, and I said, "There's the bell ringing for a wedding," says I. Mr. Carv. To whom did you say that, sir? Pat. To myself, plase your honour I'll tell you the truth.
The ROONIES sigh and groan, and after turning their hats several times, bow, walk a few steps away, return, and seem loath to depart. CATTY springs forward, holding up her hands joined in a supplicating attitude to Mr. Randal. If your honour would be plasing to let her spake now, or she'd burst, may be. Mr. Carv. Speak now, woman, and ever after hold your tongue. Catty. Mr. Carv. Very fair, Mrs.
Carver, madam, into whose service she was desirous to engage herself; and whose advice Clerk. Shall I, if you please, sir, call Honor in? Mr. Carv. If you please. CATTY stands biting her thumb. Old McBRIDE leans his chin upon Us hands on his stick, and never stirs, even his eyes.
In my humble opinion you cannot do better; and I can tell you a secret Honor will have no contemptible fortune in that rank of life. O'Bla. Oh, fortune's always contemptible in marriage. Mr. Carv. Fortune! sir? O'Bla. Mr. Carv. That you may depend upon, my good Gerald, as far as we can go; but you know we are nothing. O'Bla.
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