{Mr. CARVER clears his throat again.
Catty. (curtsying between each sentence) Then I ixpect his honour will do me justice. I got a great character of his honour. I’d sooner come before your honour than any jantleman in all Ireland. I’m sure your honour will stand my frind.
Clerk. Silence!
Mr. Carv. Misguided people of Ballynavogue and Ballynascraw—
{At the instant Mr. CARVER pronounces the word “Ballynavogue,” CATTY curtsies, and all the ROONIES, behind her, bow, and answer—
Here, plase your honour.
{And when Mr. CARVER says “Ballynascraw,” all the McBRIDES bow, and reply—
Here, plase your honour.
Mr. Carv. (speaking with pomposity, but embarrassment, and clearing his throat frequently) When I consider and look round me, gentlemen, and when I look round me and consider, how long a period of time I have had the honour to bear his majesty’s commission of the peace for this county—
Catty. (curtsying) Your honour’s a good warrant, no doubt.