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Bless you, sir, it's no more like an inn on the Bath road, nor on any road, cross or by-road whatsomdever, as ever I seed in England. No more like no more like than nothing at all, sir! Sir W. What sort of a place is it, then? Gilb. Why, sir, I'd be ashamed almost to tell you. Why, sir, I never seed such a place to call an inn, in all my born days afore.
Miss Gallagher, let me beg that if you wish to oblige me Enter GILBERT. Sir W. Well, Gilbert? Gilb. Only, sir, if you and Miss O'Hara were at leisure, sir, one Mr. Andrew Hope, the master of the band, would wish to be allowed to come in to sing a sort of a welcome home they have set to music, sir, for Miss O'Hara. Clara.
Only I'm not ungrateful I know I'm not ungrateful, that I am not! And as to the rest, there's not a thought I have, you'd condescend for to know, but you should know it as soon as my mother that's to say, as soon as ever I knowed it myself. But, sir, the thing is this, since you're so good to let me speak to you, sir Sir W. Speak on, pray, my good fellow. Gilb. Then, sir, the thing is this.
I was a thinking, if so be, sir, you thought well of it, on account you like these Scotch, I'd better to step down, and see how the men be as to being comfortable. Sir W. That's right, do. Pray, have they tolerable accommodations at the inn in this village? Gilb. Gilb.
Enter GILBERT. Gilb. Here, sir. Sir W. Gilbert, now you have been in Ireland some weeks, I hope you are not unhappy. Gilb. No, sir, thank you, sir. Sir W. But are you happy, man? Gilb. Yes, sir, thank you, sir. As dry as a chip sparing of his words, as if they were his last.
And could you doubt me, Mabel, after I told you I loved you? Mabel. Never would nor could have doubted, had you once told me as much, Mr. Gilbert. Widow. There was the thing, Mr. Gilbert you know it was you that was to speak, if you thought of her. Gilb. Do not you remember the rose and the shamrock? Widow.
But the parlour they have a parlour, I suppose? Gilb. Yes, sir, they have a parlour as they may call it, if they think proper, sir. But then again, an honest English farmer would be afeard on his life to stay in it, on account of the ceiling just a coming down a' top of his head.
I hear Ferrinafad's voice, singing, and I must join, and see how the thing's going on, or going off. Gilb. Wouldn't any body think he'd no tongue in that mouth of his, screwed up, and blushing from ear to ear? Enter CHRISTY. Christy. Hoo! hoo! hoo! How's this both of yees mute as fishes the moment I come in?
No hurry for them that has choice. Christy. That has money, you mane, jewel. Mr. Gilbert, you did not give us your toast. Gilb. Your good health, ma'am your good health, sir, Mr. Hope, your good health, and your fireside in Scotland, and in pa'tic'lar your good wife. Why, sir, is't possible you're a married man, after all? Mr. H. Very possible, ma'am thank Heaven and my gude Kate.
'Tis fair, that Cupid, who blinds so many, should open the eyes of some of his votaries. Gilb. Sir W. Miss what's her name? the daughter of the landlord of the present inn. Miss what's her name? Gilb. Sir W. Miss Gallagher? A very ugly name! I think it would be charity to change it, Gilbert. Gilb. Sir W. She is a very pretty girl. Gilb. She is, sir, no doubt.
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