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Old McB. You was you did, plase your honour, and I beg your honour's pardon, and Mr. Counsellor O'Blaney's. Mr. Carv. And did not you give your consent? I must think him a very ill-used person. Old McB. I gave my consint only in case he could win hers, plase your honour, and he could not and I could not break my own daughter's heart, and I beg your honour's pardon. Mr. Carv.
Rooney. Old McB. What is it she's saying? Phil. What test, Mrs. Rooney? Randal. Dear mother, name your test. Catty. Let Honor McBride be summoned, and if she can prove she took no ring, and was not behind the chapel with Randal, nor drinking at Flaherty's with him, the time she was, I give up all. Randal. Agreed, with all the pleasure in life, mother. Oh, may I run for her?
And I'll keep her a jaunting car to ride about the country; and in another year, as my fortune's rising, my wife should rise with it into a coach of her own. Old McB. Oh! if I'd live to see my child, my Honor, in a coach of her own! I'd be too happy oh, I'd die contint! O'Bla. Old McB. Ah! you know that, then. That's all that's against us, sir, in this match. O'Bla.
I'm made for life I don't care what comes. Honor. Nor I: so it is not to touch you, I'm happy. Catty. Oh! your honour, spake quick, this time I beg pardon! Mr. Carv. Then I have to confess that for once I have been deceived and mistaken in my judgment of a man; and what is more, of a man's circumstances completely O'Blaney. Old McB. What of his circumstances, oh! sir, in the name of mercy? Mr.
Old McB. That's all but that's enough. I'd sooner see you in your coffin sooner be at your wake to-night, than your wedding with a Rooney! 'Twould kill me. Come, promise me I'd trust your word and 'twould make me asy for life, and I'd die asy, if you'd promise never to have him. Honor. Never till you would consent that's all I can promise. Old McB. Well, that same is a great ase to my heart.
But here's my father and where's breakfast? Phil. Oh! I must be at him for a horse: you, Honor, mind and back me. Enter Old McBRIDE. Old McB. Late I am this fair day all along with my beard, that was thicker than a hedgehog's. Breakfast, where? Honor. Here, father dear all ready. Old McB. There's a jewel! always supple o' foot.
So no more about condescension, my good Matthew, for love livels all distinctions. Old McB. That's very pretty of you to say so, sir; and I'll repeat it to Honor. O'Bla. Cupid is the great liveller, after all, and the only democrat Daity on earth I'd bow to for I know you are no democrat, Mr. McBride, but quite and clane the contrary way.
Phil, call to them to bring out the horse bastes, while I swallow my breakfast and a good one, too. Phil. Your horse is all ready standing, sir. But that's what I wanted to ax you, father will you be kind enough, sir, to shell out for me the price of a daacent horse, fit to mount a man like me? Old McB. What ails the baste you have under you always? Phil.
I shall give a receipt by all means all regular: short accounts make long friends. Old McB. True, sir, and I'll come in and see about the settlements in the morning, if Honor is agreeable. O'Bla. I shall make it my business to wait upon the young lady myself on the wings of love; and I trust I'll not find any remains of Randal Rooney in her head. Old McB. Not if I can help it, depend on that.
Oh! mother, don't put him to his oath, lest he'd perjure himself. Pat. I'll swear: do you think I'd be making a liar of myself? Honor. Father Phil dear hear me one word! Randal. Hear her oh! hear her go to her. Honor. Old McB. Plase your honour, would you ask the rascal what time? Mr. Carv. Don't call him rascal, sir no rascals in my presence.
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