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Jum. Why, you dog-do you wish to take my trade out of my hands?

Jerry. No, sir, I don't mean that I mean what said, to ad-ad-ad

Jum. Yes, yes, you want to advertise.

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Jerry. Yes, sir, for I be nation vex'd about it, seeing I might ha' gotten a place hereabout mysen. Jum. Oh, what you want a place?

Jerry. Yes, I do indeed, sir.

Jum. I wish I wanted a servant.
Jerry. Mayhap you do.

Jum. No, mayhap I don't,

Jerry. I wish you did, sir.

Jum. Why you seem a tight little fellow; now I dare say you could get through a devilish deal of work. Jerry. You be right, sir, I can—I can get through a devilish deal of work.

Jum. Yes, and a devilish deal of meat.

Jerry. You be right again: for when I was in Yorkshire they used to say I had a nation twist.

Jum. [Aside] Egad! they want a servant at the Coltage-if so, this fellow may be useful to me. [To Jerry] At about a mile from the town, lives a gentleman of the name of Stirling-it's called the Cottage-inquire there he wants a servant.

Jerry. Why, does he?

Jum. He does, I tell you.

Jerry. Thank ye, zur, thank ye heartily; and if ever I can do any thing for you, rot me if I don't do it.

[Bows.

Jum. Thank you, thank you. Jerry. 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' me.

[Exit. As he goes out he meets O'DAISY, who bows ridiculously; he returns it awkwardly.

O'Daisy. A mighty civil little jontleman that.
Jum. 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 choke me.

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Jum. He hesitates-perhaps she-I dread to askRourke, speak to me-is Clara ill?

O'Daisy. O no,-'tis not that!
Jum. 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. Jum. [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 lie who longer pines beneath the shade will feel the sunbeam warmest.-When my poor father died

O'Daisy. Och! long life to him, I say. When he happened 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.

Jum. 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 proves 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.

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 iny 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.]
At Cork liv'd miss Molly O'Rigge,
With a nose like the snout of a pig:
Long carrotty locks,

And ten pound in the stocks,
Was the fortune of Molly O'Rigge-
What a beautiful Molly O'Rigge!

Tom Treacle lov'd Molly O'Rigge:
A pert littled tea-dealing prig,
Says he, Molly, my dove,
My heart's brim-full of love,
Says she, Grocer, I don't care a fig.
What a hard-hearted Molly O'Rigge!

I hate men, quoth Molly O'Rigge,
In love they're a mere whirligig:
But Cornelius O'Whack

Gave her heart such a smack,

That to church they both caper'd a jig-
What a false-hearted Molly O'Rigge!

Says the tea-dealer-Molly O'Rigge,
My heart is with jealousy big.
Says she, hold your clack-
I'm now mistress O'Whack-
I'm no longer Molly O'Rigge;

Good-by, mistress Molly O'Rigge.

SCENE IV. The Lodge.

[Exit.

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 the 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 teaze me so pray,
Can't you let a young woman alone-Fal, lal, la.

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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-Fal, lal, la.
Enter O'DAISY.

O'Daisy. Sure that's the civil jontleman 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 it's 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

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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 Jerry, 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! Ay, and if I bad 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?

Jerry. Well? and she told nought but the truth. I was born in Scotland; but I saw daylight first in England for.all that.

O'Daisy. How the deuce do you make that out?
Jerry. I came into the world in a waggon.

O'Daisy. Och! was that it? Born in Scotland-and saw daylight 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, that when a man broke his word, he was a great big blackguard; and that miss Clara was as much bis wife as she was her own father's daughter-every bit; and then, said he, very genteelly, I'll just go and ask-Proteus I think he call'd him to help him to break open all the doors and windows in the house, but what he'd get his own property.

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