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Jerry. Thank ye, Zur, thank ye heartily. (Bows). D-n the dog with three heads-I don't mind him a bit-he's so kindly spoken I'd stay with him in spite of the devil himself, an' he'd ha [Exit. [As he goes out he meets O'Daisy, who bows ridiculously, he returns it awkwardly.. O'Daisy. A mighty civil little jontleman that.. Jumble. Now Rourke, your news-what says my love-my

O'Daisy (aside). I shall never be able to speak to him my heart seems to have climb'd up to my throat on purpose to choak me.

Jumble. He hesitates - perhaps she-I dread to ask-Rourke speak to me-is Clara ill? O'Daisy. O, No-'tis not that!

Jumble. Thank Heaven!

O'Daisy. It is not often that an Irishman is troubled with bashfulness; but may the devil fire me, if I an't asham'd to tell you, so you must ask this letter, and be d-d to't. [Giving it him.

Jumble (reading). So, so, so! Denied-rejected-(Wiping his eyes hastily). No matter the spring of life is but an April day-chequer'd with smiles and tears: the passing cloud may for a time obscure its lustre, but he who longer pines beneath the shade will feel the sun-beam warmest. -When my poor father died

O'Daisy. Och! long life to him, I say. When he happen'd to vex poor Rourke O'Daisy, he always made a pretty little gentlemanly excuse; but when he died, he vext me more than all the rest in a lump-and d-n the excuse he made for that..

Jumble. Yet why should I repine? I have health, spirits, and a clear conscience. Rourke, come hither! I am now of age. Had my poor father lived, I should this day have received a small property, and the hand of my Clara. The property has vanished-no one knows how. But if Clara prove constant, like a second Proteus, I'll so transform myself, that I'll win her, in spite of bolts, bars, and locks. Faint heart ne'er won fair lady yet; and Hit or Miss is the word,

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,

And men below, and saints above;

For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

[Exit Jumble,

O'Daisy. Och! to be sure, but the Ladies can change as well as Mr. Proteus, or any other gentleman. Don't I remember, before I had the good fortune to marry my dear darling dumpling, Mrs. Dolly O'Daisy, how my friend Tom Treacle was treated by that weathercock devil, Miss Molly O'Rigge: I shall never forget it these two hundred years to come,

SONG-O'DAISY.

[For the words of this Song, the Author is indebted to a Friend]

I.

At Cork liv'd Miss Molly O'Rigge,
With a nose like the snout of a pig;
Long carotty locks,

And ten pound in the stocks,

Was the fortune of Molly O'Rigge-
What a beautiful Molly O'Rigge!

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The Lodge.-JERRY and DOLLY come down from the Lodge.

Jerry. He! he! he!-wounds! I never was better pleased in all my born days. And zo you be married, be you? Ecod, then I might ha' search'd long enow for Dolly Blossom, and ne'er ha' found her after all. But, Dolly, I thought you and Robin Redpole used to keep company?

Dolly. Oh! so we did; but, Lord! if I had waited for him, I might not have had a husband yet.

SONG-DOLLY.

When Robin, dress'd out in his holiday clothes,

First came to our cottage to woo,

He said I was fair as th' full-blossom'd rose,
And swore that he lov'd me so true:

Then he kiss'd me, and begg'd I would mention the day
Would make me for ever his own;

But I pettishly answer'd, Don't tease me so, pray:
Can't you let a young woman alone-

Fal, la, la.

He cried, My dear girl, 'twixt the cup and the lip
The sweets are uncertain, they say ;

And you, like some others, may let the time slip,
So take me, while take me you may.

Then tarry no more, but to-morrow let's wed,
To-morrow I'll make you my bride-

Says I, that's a thing not so soon done as said;
Then he gap'd like a fool while I cried-

Enter O'DAISY.

Fal, la, la.

O'Daisy. Sure that's the civil gentleman I saw at Mr. Jumble's.

Jerry. Why, Dolly, you do sing better than ever. But I say, you sent Robin off with a fine slap o'th face.

O'Daisy (aside). Wait awhile ago, my fine fellow, and I'll send you off just in the same way. Dolly. O dear, yes!-your lovers that talk so much, are seldom worth marrying.

O'Daisy (behind.) Egad its myself they are talking about! There's treason for you!-there's. a Guy Faux in petticoats!

Jerry. Well, I be main glad to see you, so give us a buss, Dolly.

O'Daisy. Oh! to be sure. Whew! (whistles). Damn that fellow, he's been talking Irish to my wife, or he could not have got so far as that already. (O'Daisy goes up to them, and makes a low bow to ferry, who returns it as at Jumble's library). Dolly. Oh! Rourke, I'm glad you're come back. Brother was longing to see you.

O'Daisy. Brother! Aye, and if I had caught the Great Mogul kissing you, you'd have sworn he was your cousin-german.-(To Jerry). Hark'ee, Mr. Clodhopper

Dolly. Why, Rourke, don't be such a fool: 'Twas but t'other day you were wishing to see Jerry Blossom-and now he's here, you want to quarrel.

O'Daisy. Oh, blarney! didn't you tell me your' brother was born in Scotland?.

Ferry. Well! and she told nought but the truth. I was born in Scotland; but I saw daylight first in England, for all that-I came into the world in a waggon.

O'Daisy. Och! was that it! Born in Scotland-and saw day-light in a waggon-Ha! ha! Give me your hands, my darlings; depend on't, we three shall make a mighty loving couple.

Enter STIRLING and CLARA.

Stir. Don't talk to me, Clara. Mr. Cypher. has the reputation of a money getting fellow, who sticks to business. (To O'Daisy.) Well! have you obey'd my orders?

O'Daisy. I have taken the letter, your Honour. Stir. Well, and what said he?

O'Daisy. Not much; but he seemed to think,

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