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Stir. The devil he did! Zounds! I haven't seen the fellow since his father's death; and if the stripling should be grown out of my knowledge, he may get into the house before I'm aware of it. [Seeing Jerry] Who's that fellow?

O'Da'sy. My most beautiful brother-in-law, your honour-Mr. Jerry Blossom, esq.

Jerry. Yes, sir, I want a place

Stir. Zounds! I shall grow quite suspicious.

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Jum. [Without] Pity, friends, oh pity, pray,

Stir.

Stir.

[Exit.

A weary soldier [Enters] old and wounded! What the devil does he say?

By treachery I'm so surrounded.

Clara and Dolly. Sad and dreary is his way-
He's a soldier poor and wounded.
I'll hire that lout-he may assist
The schemes of Jumble to resist.
What the devil's to be done?
I must either fight or run.

Jum.

Footman. What the devil's to be done?
He must either fight or run.
I must either fight or run.

Jerry.

Jum

Stir.

Clara.

Dolly.

Stir.

I wish that fellow was departed. [To Jumble]
Get you gone.

He's broken hearted.

O'Daisy. Then pity, sir, ah! pity, pray,-
A weary soldier, old and wounded.
Sad and dreary is his way.
By treachery I'm so surrounded.
I'll hire that lout-he may assist
The schemes of Jumble to resist.

Jum. [us Blossom, having changed Dresses] I be come
all the way from the North for a place-
My name's Jerry Blossom, don't doubt me:
What I feel in my heart you may see in my face,
For I have no disguises about me.

Jerry. [As Jumble] Pity, sir, now pity, pray,
A weary soldier, old and wounded!
Stir. [To Jumble] Send that vagabond away—
By treachery I'm so surrounded,
I must guard againt surprises.
Your honour's orders I obey,

Jum.

Jerry.

Pity, sir, a soldier, pray?

Omnes. Lovers come in all disguises.

[Crosses to Jerry.

[Exit Jerry on one Side; the rest through the Gate, Jumble following.

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O'Daisy. Oh! this love makes a rare bustle amongst us all-a pretty kettle of fish, indeed, as the man said, when he over roasted a shoulder of mutton-and if old Mr. Stirling should happen to find it all out, he'd pack me off in a hurry. Well, and if he does, so much the better-I'll take a trip to neat little Ireland, the land of whisky, pretty girls, lads of wax, and mealy pota

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SONG. O'DAISY.

Oh! the land of sweet Erin's a land of delight,
The women can love, and the men can all fight;
We have hearts for the girls-we have arms for our foes,
And they both are triumphant, as all the world knows.
If they talk of politeness, we beat them at that-
For when mounseer came courting, a rival to Pat,
He cried, my dear jewel, you're quite at a stand,
So pray take a foot, just to lend you a hand.

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Then let us be frisky, and tipple the whisky,
Long life to the land of dear liberty's joys;
No country whatever has power to sever

The shamrock, the rose, and the thistle, my boys.
They talk how they live-why, 'tis blarney and stuff;
For a man, when he's hungry, can eat fast enough.
Is not teaching a live man to live, all my eye?
Let 'em come over here, and we'll teach 'em to die.
Their frogs and soup-maigre are nothing but froth,
To our beef, and potatoes, and Scotch barley broth.
Then what country for living as Erin so fit,
Hospitality's home, and the birth-place of wit..
Then let us be frisky, &c.

They may talk of their wonders as long as they please—
By St. Patrick, their swans are all nothing but geese!
They say they can fight, but 'tis all they can say;
For as soon as we charge-they as soon run away.
Then, oh! may the land that grows out of the sea,
Flourish long in prosperity, happy and free;
For England, and Ireland, and Scotland can prove,
They outshine them in courage, in beauty, and love.
Then let us be frisky, &c.

SCENE 11. An Apartment at STIRLING'S.

Enter JUMBLE and CLARA.

[Exit.

Jum. Ah! Clara, my love, here!-secure this paper -quick, quick.

Clara. What is it?

Jum. A plan of escape. An opportunity of speaking to you was so uncertain, I thought it best to write. But I must be gone, while the coast is clear.-Zounds! here's somebody else-away, away!

[Exit Clara, dropping the Paper. Enter MRS. HONEYMOUTH. JUMBLE stands aside. Mrs. H. How unfortunate, that my cousin should be so inveterate against Mr. Jumble—I declare it almost precludes the hope I had so long and fondly cherished, of one day making him my husband. Delightful thought!

his manners so accomplished, his person so elegant-I am convinced that I am the only woman he intends to make his bride.

Jum. [Aside] The devil! if I don't make my escape soon, instead of my running away with a woman, egad! a woman will run away with me.-'Sdeath! another interruption.

Enter STIRLING.

Stir. [Calling] Clara! cousin! Oh, you are there, coz; but where's Clara? I don't like to trust her out of my sight a moment-and as to that booby, Jerry Blos som, though he has not been half an hour in the house, I dare say he'll take the fair side of the question, so I'll turn him out directly. [Seeing the Paper] Hey! what have we here?

Jum. [Aside] Confusion! the paper I gave Clara

Stir. A letter without a seal-and I declare without a direction.

Mrs. H. Without a direction?

Stir. Let me see-hey! Jerry, what do you want? Jum. [Changing his Voice] I do want that paper, an it please you, zur!

Stir. Oh! You want this paper, do you? [Feeling in his Pockets] Where are my glasses?

Jum. Yes, zur-I dropt 'em out of my pocket.

Stir. Out of your pocket? I thought so. [Feeling his own Pockets quicker] Where the plague are my spectacles? [To Jerry] And pray what is it, sir?

Jum. It-it-it's a paper, zur!

Stir. A paper, is it? ha!

Jum. Yes, zur! to certify my character, zur!

Stir. Oh! It's your character; well I hope it's a good one-but I've a strong suspicion that you're a great rogue, Jerry.

Jum. Have you, by gom?

Stir. Where the devil are my spectacles? [In Stirling's hurry he flirts the Spectacles out of his PocketJumble picks them up, and taking them quickly out, returns him the Case] Death and fury! they are not in the case: here coz, you read it.

[Giving the Paper to Mrs. Honeymouth.

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