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Carver's favour and purtection, or I'd sooner ha' cut my tongue out clane and I expict your honour won't turn your hack on me quite, for this is the first lies I ever was found out in since my creation; and how could I help, when it was by my master's particular desire? Mr. Carv. Your master! honest Gerald O'Blaney! Catty. O'Blaney! save us! Mr. Carv. Take care, Pat Coxe. Pat. Mr.
Honor. Oh! I won't forget that she prefarred me to the jaunting-car. Phil shall carry him a civil refusal. I'll send off the money, the three hundred, by your brother, this minute that will be some comfort to poor O'Blaney. Honor. Is not he a kind father, then, after all? That promise he gave me about Catty, even such as it is, has ased my heart wonderfully.
Of me, his patron? Catty. Of you, his patron, sir. He tould me your honour which is a slander, as we all here can witness, can't we? by his honour's contempt of Pat Coxe yet O'Blaney said you was as fond and proud of having informers about you as a rat-catcher is of rats. Mr. Carv.
Honor is not pennyless: the three hundred you gave me to lodge with O'Blaney is safe here. Old McB. Oh, she's not pinnyless! Well, I never saw money with so much pleasure, in all my long days, nor could I think I'd ever live to give it away with half so much satisfaction as this minute.
Mistress Catherine Rooney, and all you good people, there is a great deal of difference between obtaining information and encouraging common informers. Catty. There is, I'm sinsible. 'Twas O'Blaney's fau't but he's down, and don't trample on the fallen. Old McB. Don't defind O'Blaney! Oh! the villain, to rob me of all my hard arnings. Mrs.
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.
I could not tell it you; but did you but know how that Gerald O'Blaney insulted your shister with his vile proposhals, you'd no more ask the loan of his horse! and I in dread, whenever I'd be left in the house alone, that that bad man would boult in upon me and Randal to find him! and Randal's like gunpowder when his heart's touched! and if Randal should come by himself, worse again!
Old McB. Quite and clane and stiff, I thank my God; and I'm glad, in spite of the vowel before your name, Mr. O'Blaney, to hear you are of the same kidney. O'Bla. I'm happy to find myself agreeable to you, sir. Old McB. But, however agreeable to me, as I won't deny, it might be, sir, to see my girl made into a gentlewoman by marriage, I must observe to you O'Bla.
But I don't like to be going into the fair on foot, when I been always used to go in upon my pillion behind my husband when living, and my son Randal, after his death. Wait, who comes here? 'Tis Gerald O'Blaney's, the distiller's, young man, Pat Coxe: now we'll larn all and whether O'Blaney can lend me the loan of a horse or no. A good morrow to you, kindly, Mr. Pat Coxe. Enter PAT COXE. Pat.
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.
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