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No doubt: still, counshillor, I'm in dread of my life that that great big veshel won't be implied in a hurry. O'Bla. Won't it? but you'll see it will, though; and what's more, them spirits will turn into water for the shupervisor. Pat. Water! how? O'Bla. Asy the ould tan-pit that's at the back of the distillery. Pat. I know what of it? O'Bla.

Oh, worse and worse! to make all public; and if once we go to law, there's an end of love for ever. O'BLANEY'S House. O'BLANEY and CATTY ROONEY. Catty. And didn't ye hear it, counshillor? the uproar in the town and the riot? oh! you'd think the world was throwing out at windows. See my jock, all tattered! Didn't ye hear! O'Bla.

My anshestors sat on a throne, when the McBrides had only their hunkers to sit upon; and if I walk now when they ride, they can't look down upon me for every body knows who I am and what they are. Pat. To be sure, ma'am, they do the whole country talks of nothing else, but the shame when you'd be walking and they riding. Catty. Then could the counshillor lend me the horse? Pat.

The little clerk's place, plase your honour that my master, Counshillor O'Blaney, tould me he spoke about to your honour, and was recommending me for to your honour. Mr. Carv. Never never heard one syllable about it, till this moment. Pat. Oh! murder: but I expict your honour's goodness will Mr. Carv.

Very proper very proper: swear examinations that's the course, and only satisfaction in these cases to get justice. Catty. Justice! revenge sure! Oh! revenge is sweet, and I'll have it. Counshillor dear, I never went before Mr. Carver you know him, sir what sort is he? O'Bla. A mighty good sort of gentleman only mighty tiresome. Catty.

I've spirit enough left in me yet, you'll see; and I'll tell you what I came to you for, counshillor. O'Bla. Tell me first, is Randal Rooney in it, and is he hurt? Catty. He was in it: he's not hurt, more shame for him! But, howsomever, he bet one boy handsomely; that's my only comfort. Our faction's all going full drive to swear examinations, and get justice. O'Bla.

From the pump, another pipe and the girl's pumping asy, for she's to wash to-morrow, and knows nothing about it; and so the big veshel she fills with water, wondering what ails the water that it don't come and I set one boy and another to help her and the pump's bewitched, and that's all: so that's settled. Pat. And cliverly. Oh! counshillor, we are a match for the shuper any day or night. O'Bla.

For him and all his tribe, coursing officers and all. I'd desire no better sport than to hear the whole pack in full cry after me, and I doubling, and doubling, and safe at my form at last. With you, Pat, my precious, to drag the herring over the ground previous to the hunt, to distract the scent, and defy the nose of the dogs. Pat. Then I am proud to sarve you, counshillor. O'Bla.

What is there again Counshillor O'Blaney? Honor. Counshillor! First place, why do you call him counshillor? he never was a raal counshillor sure nor jantleman at all. Phil. Oh! counshillor by courtesy he was an attorney once just as we doctor the apotecary. Honor. But, Phil, was not there something of this man's being dismissed the courts for too sharp practice? Phil.

Catty, my dear, your back's asy up, but it's asy down again. Catty. Not when I've been trod on as now, counshillor: it's then I'd turn and fly at a body, gentle or simple, like mad. O'Bla. There's my own pet mad cat and there's a legal venom in her claws, that every scratch they'll give shall fester so no plaister in law can heal it. Catty.