While Kitty is speaking Tableau curtain at back opens and Erin, the Goddess of Ireland, appears. She steps majestically to C. of stage.
Erin. O’Rourke, thou’rt found at last, I’ve searched for thee both far and wide For many hours past. Why from thine own native land To this place didst thou roam? Come sir, come hence with me, I fain would see thee home.
O’Rourke. Yes, Oi want to go home, Oi want to go home; take me home—(stops suddenly) But what about Kitty?
Erin. Kitty? What hast thou to do with the child?
O’Rourke. She is going to be moy woife, ain’t you Kitty, me darlint? Oi was going to make her moy queen, but Oi couldn’t even make a queen of moyself now.
Erin. Think of the maids of thy native isle, That emerald gem of the sea; Return at once and there we’ll find A fairer bride for thee. With eyes so bright and skin so fair, And voices like the linnet, Those Irish girls they beat the world And Kitty isn’t in it.
Gus. Well now, that’s clevah, deucedly clevah, doncherno I believe I will emigrate myself.
O’Rourke. Yes, Oi know about them Oirish girruls; they are foine to be coorse, but they are not moine and Kitty is, and that makes all the difference in the wirruld.
Erin. O’Rourke, will you go?
O’Rourke. Kitty, will you go?