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. you 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. 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. -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. Jum. He hesitates-perhaps she-I dread to askRourke, speak to me-is Clara ill? O'Daisy. O no,-'tis not that! 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.] And ten pound in the stocks, Tom Treacle lov'd Molly O'Rigge: I hate men, quoth Molly O'Rigge, Gave her heart such a smack, That to church they both caper'd a jig- Says the tea-dealer-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, He said I was fair as the full-blossom'd rose, Then he kiss'd me, and begg'd I would mention the day But I pettishly answer'd, don't teaze me so pray, 2 He cried, my dear girl, 'twixt the cup and the lip And you, like some others, may let the time slip, Then tarry no more, but to-morrow let's wed, Says I, that's a thing not so soon done as said; 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 B 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? 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. 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. |