Tom. Well brother traveller, of what nation art thou?
Teag. Arra dear shoy, I come from my own kingdom.
Tom. Why, Sir, I know that, but where is thy kingdom?
Teag. Allelieu dear honey, don’t you know Cork in Ireland.
Tom. O you fool, Cork is not a kingdom, but a city.
Teag. Then dear shoy, I’m shure it is in a kingdom.
Tom. And what is the reason you have come and left your own dear country?
Teag. Arra dear honey, by shaint Patrick, they have got such comical laws in our country, that they’ll put a man to death in perfect health; so to be free and plain with you, neighbour, I was obliged to come away, for I did not choose to stay among such a people that can hang a poor man when they please, if he either steals, robs, or kills a man.
Tom. Ay, but I take you to be more of an honest man, than to steal, rob, or kill a man.
Teag. Honest, I am perfectly honest, when I was but a child, my mother would have trusted me with a house full of mill-stones.