{Old McBRIDE bows very low to Mr. CARVER, and again to Mrs. CARVER. PHIL bows to Mr. and Mrs. CARVER, and to Miss BLOOMSBURY.
Old McB. Where are you now, Catty?—and you, Pat, ye unfortinate liar?
Pat. (falling on his knees) On me knees I am. Oh, I am an unfortinate liar, and I beg your honour’s pardon this once.
Mr. Carv. A most abandoned liar, I pronounce you.
Pat. Oh! I hope your honour won’t abandon me, for I didn’t know Miss Honor was under her ladyship, Mrs. Carver’s favour and purtection, or I’d sooner ha’ cut my tongue out clane—and I expict your honour won’t turn your hack on me quite, for this is the first lies I ever was found out in since my creation; and how could I help, when it was by my master’s particular desire?
Mr. Carv. Your master! honest Gerald O’Blaney!
Catty. O’Blaney!—save us! (Lifting up her hands and eyes.)
Mr. Carv. Take care, Pat Coxe.
Pat. Mr. O’Blaney, ma’am—plase your honour—all truth now—the counshillor, that same and no other, as I’ve breath in my body—for why should I tell a lie now, when I’ve no place in my eye, and not a ha’porth to get by it? I’ll confess all. It was by my master’s orders that I should set you, Mrs. Rooney, and your pride up, ma’am, again’ making up with them McBrides. I’ll tell the truth now, plase your honour—that was the cause of the lies I mentioned about the ring and chapel—I’ll tell more, if you’ll bind Mr. Randal to keep the pace.
Randal. I?—ye dirty dog!—Didn’t I tell ye already, I’d not dirty my fingers with the likes of you?