6th Boy. I’m marshal.
Burs. On with you—on with you—who cares what you are?
Wheel. (to Bursal, aside). You’ll pay Finsbury for me, you rich Jew? (To Lord John.) Your lordship will remember your lordship’s promise.
Lord J. I do not usually forget my promises, sir; and therefore need not to be reminded of them.
Wheel. I beg pardon—I beg ten thousand pardons, my lord.
Burs. (taking him by the arm). Come on, man, and don’t stand begging pardon there, or I’ll leave you.
Wheel. (to Burs.) I beg pardon, Bursal—I beg pardon, ten thousand times.
(Exeunt.)
Manent Lord John and Rory O’Ryan.
Rory. Wheugh!—Now put the case. If I was going to be hanged, for the life of me I couldn’t be after begging so many pardons for nothing at all. But many men, many minds—(Hums.) True game to the last! No Wheeler for me. Oh, murder! I forgot, I was nigh letting the cat out o’ the bag again.