Phil. Let me go, then!—Nonsense!—the boys of Ballynavogue will be wondering, and Miss Car’line most.
{Exit, singing,
“Oh the boys of Ball’navogue.”
HONOR, alone.
Honor. Oh, Phil! I could not tell it you; but did you but know how that Gerald O’Blaney insulted your shister with his vile proposhals, you’d no more ask the loan of his horse!—and I in dread, whenever I’d be left in the house alone, that that bad man would boult in upon me—and Randal to find him! and Randal’s like gunpowder when his heart’s touched!—and if Randal should come by himself, worse again! Honor, where would be your resolution to forbid him your presence? Then there’s but one way to be right—I’ll lave home entirely. Down, proud stomach! You must go to service, Honor McBride. There’s Mrs. Carver, kind-hearted lady, is wanting a girl—she’s English, and nice; may be I’d not be good enough; but I can but try, and do my best; any thing to plase the father.
{Exit HONOR.
SCENE II.
O’BLANEY’S Counting-house.