DONAL I'll have no more of this tyranny in my own house, I say.
KITTY Well, well, for goodness sake! What is all this nonsense about? I have already told you that I will marry my own man and no one else.
SIR DENIS Now, Donal, when we come to consider the matter, perhaps, after all is said and done, maybe Kitty is right. You know, of course, that we all like to have our own way.
DONAL Do we, indeed? Maybe 'tis the way you are tryin' to back out of your bargain.
LADY DELAHUNTY
He isn't tryin' to back out of anythin', Donal. But
as we were sayin' to-day when we heard that His
Majesty, the King of Great Britain and Ireland,
Australia, Canada, and India, as well.—(Looks at Sir
Denis who is trying to light a clay pipe) Ahem! ahem!
Sir Denis, Sir Denis.
SIR DENIS (bored)
Alright, alright.
LADY DELAHUNTY Didn't I tell you never to leave me see you with a clay pipe in your gob again? Where are the cigars I bought for you this morning?
SIR DENIS (searches in his pocket and pulls out a cigar)
Wisha the devil a taste can I get from one of them.
I might as well be tryin' to smoke a piece of furze
bush.
LADY DELAHUNTY
Taste or no taste, put that pipe back in your pocket.
What would the King and his daughters think if they
saw you suckin' an old dudeen like that?
KITTY 'Tis little bother any of us are to the King or his daughters, either, I'm thinking.