JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
’Tis false, you dog! you are not my son-in-law; for I’ll be poisoned again, and you shall be hanged.—I’ll die, sirrah, and leave Bridget my estate.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, pray do, my dear, leave me your estate; I’m sure he deserves to be hanged.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
He does, you say!—Hark’ee, Bridget, you showed such a tender concern for me when you thought me poisoned, that, for the future, I am resolved never to take your advice again in anything.— [To LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR] So, do you hear, sir, you are an Irishman and a soldier, ain’t you?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I am sir, and proud of both.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
The two things on earth I most hate; so I tell you what— renounce your country and sell your commission, and I’ll forgive you.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Hark’ee, Mr. Justice—if you were not the father of my Lauretta, I would pull your nose for asking the first, and break your bones for desiring the second.
DR. ROSY.
Ay, ay, you’re right.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Is he? then I’m sure I must be wrong.—Here, sir, I give my daughter to you, who are the most impudent dog I ever saw in my life.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Oh, sir, say what you please; with such a gift as Lauretta, every word is a compliment.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Well, my lovee, I think this will be a good subject for us to quarrel about the rest of our lives.