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Young McB. It seems 'tis not so asy any way, now-a-days, to make a gentlewoman, Mrs. Rooney. Catty. Randal. Oh! mother, dear, don't be aggravating. Mr. Carv. Clerk, why don't you maintain silence? Catty. Go back wid yourself to your pillar, or post, and fould your arms, and stand like a fool that's in love, as you are. I beg your honour's pardon, but he's my son, and I can't help it.
He has made the proposhal for you in form this day. Honor. And what answer from you, father? Old McB. Don't be looking so pale, I tould him he had my consint, if he could get yours. And, oh! before you speak, Honor dear, think what it would be up and down in Ballynavogue, and every other place in the county, assizes days and all, to be Mistress Gerald O'Blaney! Honor.
But if you are against Randal, no fear. Old McB. I am against him that is, against his family, and all his seed, breed, and generation. But I would not break my daughter's heart if I could help it. O'Bla. Wheugh! hearts don't break in these days, like china. Old McB. This is my answer, Mr. O'Blaney, sir: you have my lave, but you must have hers too. O'Bla.
Old McB. Not a fut, you sir go, Phil dear. Phil. That I will, like a lapwing, father. Mr. Carv. Where to, sir where so precipitate? Phil. Only to fetch my sister. Mr. Carv. Your sister, sir? then you need not go far: your sister, Honor McBride, is, I have reason to believe, in this house. Catty. So. Under whose protection, I wonder? Mr. Carv. Under the protection of Mrs.
Old McB. And too airly now, and there's no good time, for it's all folly. I'll ax you, will love set the potatoes? will love make the rent? or will love give you a jaunting car? as to my knowledge, another of your bachelors would. Honor. Oh, don't name him, father. Old McB. Why not when it's his name that would make a lady of you, and there'd be a rise in life, and an honour to your family?
Enter HONOR McBRIDE, walking very timidly. And no need to be ashamed, Miss Honor, until you're found out. Mr. Carv. Silence! Old McB. Thank your honour. CARVER whispers to his clerk, and directs him while the following speeches go on. Catty. That's a very pretty curtsy, Miss Honor walk on, pray all the gentlemen's admiring you my son Randal beyant all. Randal. Mother, I won't bear Catty.
O'Bla. Then, fare ye well, father-in-law that's meat and drink to me: would not ye take a glass of wine then? Old McB. Not a drop not a drop at all with money about me: I must be in a hurry home. O'Bla. That's true so best: recommind me kindly to Miss Honor, and say a great dale about my impatience and I'll be expicting Phil, and won't shut up till he comes the night. O'Bla.
Old McB. Why then he has a great opinion of you too, counsellor for he has been advising of, and telling of me, O'Blaney, of your proposhal, sir and very sinsible I am of the honour done by you to our family, sir and condescension to the likes of us though, to be sure, Honor McBride, though she is my daughter, is a match for any man. O'Bla. Is a match for a prince a Prince Ragent even.
Old McB. I won't! when I've said I won't I wont. Phil. Now there's a sample of a father for ye! Honor. Oh! father, would you suspect But not a word more in favour of the horse sure the money for the bullocks shall go to your portion, every farthing. Honor. There's the thing! Phil. When I say I won't, did I ever? Phil. Never since the world stud to do you justice, you are as obstinate as a mule.
Old McB. And I beg your pardon, if I said a cross word; for I know you'll never think of him more, and no need to lave home at all for his sake. It would be a shame in the country, and what would Mrs. Carver herself think? Honor. She thinks well of it, then. Old McB. Then whatever she thinks, she sha'n't have my child from me! tho' she's a very good lady, and a very kind lady, too.
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