O’Bla. And I’ll keep her a jaunting car to ride about the country; and in another year, as my fortune’s rising, my wife should rise with it into a coach of her own.
Old McB. Oh! if I’d live to see my child, my Honor, in a coach of her own! I’d be too happy—oh, I’d die contint!
O’Bla. (aside) No fear!—(Aloud) And why should not she ride in her own coach, Mistress Counsellor O’Blaney, and look out of the windows down upon the Roonies, that have the insolence to look up to her?
Old McB. Ah! you know that, then. That’s all that’s against us, sir, in this match.
O’Bla. But if you are against Randal, no fear.
Old McB. I am against him—that is, against his family, and all his seed, breed, and generation. But I would not break my daughter’s heart if I could help it.
O’Bla. Wheugh!—hearts don’t break in these days, like china.
Old McB. This is my answer, Mr. O’Blaney, sir: you have my lave, but you must have hers too.
O’Bla. I would not fear to gain that in due time, if you would stand my friend in forbidding her the sight of Randal.
Old McB. I will with pleasure, that—for tho’ I won’t force her to marry to plase me, I’ll forbid her to marry to displase me; and when I’ve said it, whatever it is, I’ll be obeyed. (Strikes his stick on the ground.)