O’Fi. But ye’re niver goin’ to send that?
Tom. I’m going to send it directly.
O’Fi. Ye’re doin’ it to frighten me.
Tom. Frighten a colonel? I wouldn’t presume to attempt it!
O’Fi. But—— Oh! ye’ll niver sind it—it would ruin ye.
Tom. It’ll ruin us all. (Rings.)
O’Fi. No, no—they can’t touch me, mind that! I’m a simple ould man; it’s well known, and aisy done. Don’t send that, Tom Cobb, and I’ll pay ye the pound a week; damme, I’ll double it—treble it! I’m a simple ould soldier, and I’m fond of ye, Tom, and I’ll not let ye ruin yeself for me!
Tom. Sir, a lie has ever been my scorn and aversion, and an imposture my deepest abhorrence.
Enter Servant.