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No, plase your honour I'm deaf, stone deaf. Mr. Carv. No trifling with me, madam; give me leave to advise you a little for your good. Catty. Plase your honour, it's of no use from a child up I never could stand to be advised for my good. See, I'd get hot and hotter, plase your honour, till I'd bounce! I'd fly! I'd burst! and myself does not know what mischief I mightn't do. Mr. Carv.
Carver's favour and purtection, or I'd sooner ha' cut my tongue out clane and I expict your honour won't turn your hack on me quite, for this is the first lies I ever was found out in since my creation; and how could I help, when it was by my master's particular desire? Mr. Carv. Your master! honest Gerald O'Blaney! Catty. O'Blaney! save us! Mr. Carv. Take care, Pat Coxe. Pat. Mr.
O'Bla. And you'll give me your advice, which will be conclusive, law, and every thing to me. You know the McBrides would they be safe? Mr. Carv. Very safe, substantial people. O'Bla. Then here's the thing, Mr.
And I think it but justice to add, that Honor McBride has this day given me such proofs of her being a good girl, a good daughter, and a good sister, that she has secured my good opinion and good wishes for life. Mr. Carv. And mine in consequence. Bloom. CARVER, and again to Mrs. CARVER. PHIL bows to Mr. and Mrs. CARVER, and to Miss BLOOMSBURY.
In plain words, then, he, Pat Coxe, tould me, that she, Honor McBride, gave you, Randal Rooney, the meeting behind the chapel, and you gave her the ring and then she went with you to drink at Flaherty's. Honor. Catty. There he stands now, Pat, you must stand or fall will you swear to what you said? Mr. Carv. This is not the point before me; but, however, I waive that objection. Randal.
Old McB. Well, then, miracles will never cease! here's one in your favour, Honor; so take her, Randal, fortune and all a wife of five hundred. Randal. Catty. I the same, if she had not a pinny in the world. Mr. Carv. Happiest of men! Don't kneel or go in to ecstasies now, I beg, till I know the rationale of this. Was not I consulted? did not I give my opinion and advice in favour of another?
Old McB. Where are you now, Catty? and you, Pat, ye unfortinate liar? Pat. Oh, I am an unfortinate liar, and I beg your honour's pardon this once. Mr. Carv. A most abandoned liar, I pronounce you. Pat. Oh! I hope your honour won't abandon me, for I didn't know Miss Honor was under her ladyship, Mrs.
I'm awk'ard and strange, ma'am I never was from home afore. Mrs. Carv. Poor girl we shall agree very well, I hope. Honor. Oh yes, any thing at all, ma'am; I'm not greedy nor needy, thanks above! but it's what I'd wish to be under your protection if it was plasing, and I'll do my very best, madam. Mrs. Carv.
Then I am poor Gerald in point of wit, I know; but you are too good a friend to be calling me poor to ould McBride you can say what I can't say. Mr. Carv. Certainly, certainly; and you may depend on me. I shall speak my decided opinion; and I fancy McBride has sense enough to be ruled by me. O'Bla. I am sure he has only there's a Randal Rooney, a wild young man, in the case.
Why, then, you're a good cratur. But who tould you I was a vixen, dear plase your honour? Mr. Carv. Your friend that is gone. Catty. O'Blaney? Randal. Frind! He never was frind to none least of all to hisself. Catty. Oh! the double-distilled villain! he tould your honour I was a vixen, and fond of law. Now would you believe what I'm going to till you? he tould me of his honour Mr. Carv.
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