Wheel. (aside). O, Bursal, pay him, and I’ll pay you to-morrow.
Burs. Now, if you weren’t to be captain after all, Wheeler, what a pretty figure you’d cut. Ha! ha! ha!—Hey?
Wheel. Oh, I am as sure of being captain as of being alive. (Aside.) Do pay for me, now, there’s a good, dear fellow, before they (looking back) come up.
Burs. (aside). I love to make him lick the dust. (Aloud.) Hollo! here’s Finsbury waiting to be paid, lads. (To the lads who are in the back scene.) Who has paid, and who has not paid, I say?
(The lads come forward, and several exclaim at once,) I’ve paid! I’ve paid!
Enter Lord John and Rory O’Ryan.
Rory. Oh, King of Fashion, how fine we are! Why, now, to look at ye all one might fancy one’s self at the playhouse at once, or at a fancy ball in dear little Dublin. Come, strike up a dance.
Burs. Pshaw! Wherever you come, Rory O’Ryan, no one else can be heard. Who has paid, and who has not paid, I say?
Several Boys exclaim. We’ve all paid.
1st Boy. I’ve not paid, but here’s my money.