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I! I'm neither watch nor repater I scorn both; and between you and I, since you say so, counshillor, that's my chiefest objection to Carver, whom I wouldn't know from Adam, except by reputation. But it's the report of the country, that he has common informers in his pay and favour; now that's mane, and I don't like it. O'Bla. Nor I, Mrs. Rooney.
Joe! open the door smart for Mr. McBride! Well, Pat Coxe, what news of the thing in hand? Enter PAT COXE. Pat. Out of hand clane! that job's nately done. The turf-rick, sir, 's built up cliver, with the malt snug in the middle of its stomach so were the shupervishor a conjuror even, barring he'd dale with the ould one, he'd never suspict a sentence of it. O'Bla.
Is it I? Whin upon my conscience, I niver to my knowledge tould a lie in my life, since I was born, excipt it would be just to skreen a man, which is charity, sure, or to skreen myself, which is self-defence, sure and that's lawful; or to oblige your honour, by particular desire, and that can't be helped, I suppose. O'Bla. PAT, alone. Pat.
Mick! Jenny! put the kittle down. Mr. Carv. Sit down, sit still, my worthy fellow. Breakfasted at Bob's Fort, as I always do. O'Bla. But a bit of cake a glass of wine, to refrish and replinish nature. Mr. Carv. Too early spoil my dinner. But what was I going to say? O'Bla. Mr. Carv. I recollect. How many times do you think I was stopped on horseback coming up the street of Ballynavogue?
It's no malice at all in him; only just he's a mighty great poltroon. Catty. Is that all? Then I'd pity and laugh at him, and I go to him preferably to any other magistrate. O'Bla. You may, Mrs.
Mighty apt! for which rason I would wish to trouble you for your unprecedently good advice on another pint, if it, would not be too great a liberty. Mr. Carv. No liberty at all, my good Gerald I am always ready to advise only to-day certainly, the fair day of Ballynavogue, there are so many calls upon me, both in a public and private capacity, so much business of vital importance! O'Bla. Jack!
Take breath, man alive What of Catty? Pat. Catty! Oh, murder! No time to be talking of Catty now! Sure the shupervizor's come to town. O'Bla. Blood! and the malt that has not paid duty in the cellar! Pat. O'Bla. Pat Coxe! man! Re-enter PAT. O'Bla. Would there be any fear of any o' the boys informin? Pat. Enter Old McBRIDE, at the opposite side. Gerald O'Blaney, the counsellor, be within? 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.
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.
I confess I have seldom been mistaken or deceived in my judgment of man, woman, or child. O'Bla. Who can say so much? Mr. Carv. For what reason, I don't pretend to say; but the fact ostensibly is, that the few persons I direct with my advice are unquestionably apt to prosper in this world. O'Bla.
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