Brid. I didn’t mane to, Bernard, but——
Ber. No buts; be fastidious in your defense. Madam, on to-morrow I may be in the prisoner’s dock at the court-house.
Den. (Outside.) Go ’way, Mary Ann, you know you was tryin’ to shake me all the while.
Mary. (Outside.) Speak low, or you’ll wake up father.
Den. (Outside.) What d’yer ’spose I care for that ould gas-house terrier?
Ber. Bridget, get me the carvin’ knife. I will go out and cut that villain’s liver out! Do you hear the epithet he’s fastenin’ on me?
Brid. Be aisy; listen.
Den. (Outside.) Your old woman, hey? Who cares for her, the ould dish-wrastler? When we get married, Mary, I’m goin’ to shoot her if she ever comes around the house.
Brid. Shoot me! Blessed virgin, d’ye hear it? Bernard, where’s the ax? Give it to me till I chop the assassin up!