PAT’S EXCUSE.
Characters:
- Nora, a young Irish lass.
- Pat Murphy, a gay deceiver.
Curtain rises.—Discovers Nora in kitchen, peeling potatoes.
Nora. Och! it’s deceivin’ that all men are! Now I belaved Pat niver would forsake me, and here he’s trated me like an ould glove, and I’ll niver forgive him. How praties make your eyes water. (Wipes tears away.) Almost as bad as onions. Not that I’m cryin’; oh, no. Pat Murphy can’t see me cry. (Knock without.) There is Pat now, the rascal. I’ll lock the door. (Hastens to lock door.)
Pat (without). Arrah, Nora, and here I am.
Nora. And there ye’ll stay, ye spalpeen.
Pat (without). Ah, come now, Nora,—ain’t it opening the door you are after? Sure, I’m dyin’ of cold.
Nora. Faith, you are too hard a sinner to die aisy—so you can take your time about it.