Catty. Nay, Pat Coxe, if you lied, I’ll not screen you; but if you tould the truth, stand out like a man, and stand to it, and I’ll stand by you, against my own son even, Randal, if he was the author of the report. In plain words, then, he, Pat Coxe, tould me, that she, Honor McBride, gave you, Randal Rooney, the meeting behind the chapel, and you gave her the ring—and then she went with you to drink at Flaherty’s.
Honor. (starting up) Oh! who could say the like of me?
Catty. There he stands—now, Pat, you must stand or fall—will you swear to what you said? (Old McBRIDE and PHIL approach PAT.)
Mr. Carv. This is not the point before me; but, however, I waive that objection.
Randal. Oh! mother, don’t put him to his oath, lest he’d perjure himself.
Pat. I’ll swear: do you think I’d be making a liar of myself?
Honor. Father—Phil dear—hear me one word!
Randal. Hear her—oh! hear her—go to her.
Honor. (in a low voice) Would you ask at what time it was he pretends I was taking the ring and all that?
Old McB. Plase your honour, would you ask the rascal what time?