Mrs. T. (aside to Tom). Be quiet—I’ll soon turn the tables.
M’L. Plaise your honour, I have brought before your worship a most notorious substitute and common street talker, who, for her foul doings, has been cooped up in the Poultry Compter, as often as there are years in a week.—I caught her charging these honest gentlemen, (pointing to Tom and Jerry) in a most impositious manner, and when I civilly axed her, how she could think of getting drunk, and acting so, she called her bullies here. (Pointing to Kate and Sue).
Kate. Zounds, fellow, you don’t mean us?
Sue. Why, you rascal, I’ll twist your neck for you.
M’L. Yes; they, your worship, who half murdered me first, and then buried poor little Teddy O’Boozle in his box, that he mightn’t prevent them murdering t’other half of me; och, they’re terrible desperadoes!
Kate. Here’s a scoundrel for you!
Mr. T. Silence! we’ll soon get to the bottom of all this.
Kate. Zounds, sirrah, we gave the charge ourselves. (To M’Lush).
M’L. Och, murder!
Kate. Those were the assailants. (Pointing to Tom, Jerry, and Logic).