Catty. I’d pity you, Honor, myself, only I know you a McBride—and know you’re desaving me, and all present.
Mr. Carv. Call that other witness I allude to, clerk, into our presence without delay.
Clerk. I shall, sir. {Exit clerk.
Catty. We’ll see—we’ll see all soon—and the truth will come out, and shame the dibbil and the McBrides!
Randal. (looking out) The man I bet, as I’m a sinner!
Catty. What?—Which?—Where?—True for ye!—I was wondering I did not see the man you bet appear again ye: and this is he, with the head bound up in the garter, coming—miserable cratur he looks—who would he be?
Randal. You’ll see all soon, mother.
Enter PAT COXE, his head bound up.
Mr. Carv. Come on—walk on boldly, friend.
Catty. Pat Coxe! saints above!