Dan. Na, sir, axing your pardon; I be but the guide, and 'tisn't for I to go first.
Per. Ha! ha! Then we must march abreast, boy, like lusty soldiers, and I shall be side by side with honesty: 'tis the best way of travelling through life's journey, and why not over a heath? Come, my lad.
Dan. Cheek by jowl, by gum!
[Exeunt Peregrine and Dan.
Dennis. That walking philosopher—perhaps he'll give me a big bag of money. Then, to be sure, I won't lay out some of it to make me easy for life: for I'll settle a separate maintenance upon ould mother Brulgruddery.
Job Thornberry peeps out of the Door of the Public House.
Job. Landlord!
Dennis. Coming, your honour.
Job. [Coming forward.] Hush! don't bawl;—Mary has fallen asleep. You have behaved like an emperor to her, she says. Give me your hand, landlord.
Dennis. Behaved!—Arrah, now, get away with your blarney.