Phil. I am not, father, at all. But with your lave, I call on Randal Rooney, for he is an undeniable honourable man—I refer all to his evidence.
Randal. Thank you, Phil. I’ll witness the truth, on whatever side.
Catty rushes in between them, exclaiming, in a tremendous tone,
If you do, Catty Rooney’s curse be upon—
Randal stops her mouth, and struggles to hold his mother back.
Oh, mother, you couldn’t curse!—
{All the ROONIES get about her and exclaim,
Oh, Catty, your son you couldn’t curse!
Mr. Carv. Silence, and let me be heard. Leave this lady to me; I know how to manage these feminine vixens. Mrs. Catherine Rooney, listen to me—you are a reasonable woman.
Catty. I am not, nor don’t pretend to it, plase your honour.