2_nd_ _Boy_. And I ensign. 3_rd_ _Boy_. And I college salt-bearer. 4_th_ _Boy_. And I oppidan. 5_th_ _Boy_. Oh, what a pity I’m in mourning. _Several speak at once_. And we are servitors. We are to be the eight servitors. _Wheel._ And I am to be your Captain, I hope. Come on, my Colonel. (_To Bursal_). My lord, you are coming? _Rory_. By-and-by—I’ve a word in his ear, by your _lave_ and his. _Burs._ Why, what the devil stops the way, there?—Push on—on with them. 6_th_ _Boy_. I’m marshal. _Burs._ On with you—on with you—who cares what you are? _Wheel._ (_to Bursal_, _aside_). You’ll pay Finsbury for me, you rich Jew? (_To Lord John_.) Your lordship will remember your lordship’s promise. _Lord J._ I do not usually forget my promises, sir; and therefore need not to be reminded of them. _Wheel._ I beg pardon—I beg ten thousand pardons, my lord. _Burs._ (_taking him by the arm_). Come on, man, and don’t stand begging pardon there, or I’ll leave you. _Wheel._ (_to Burs._) I beg pardon, Bursal—I beg pardon, ten thousand times. (_Exeunt_.) _Manent_ LORD JOHN _and_ RORY O’RYAN. _Rory_. Wheugh!—Now put the case. If I was going to be hanged, for the life of me I couldn’t be after begging so many pardons for nothing at all. But many men, many minds—(_Hums_.) True game to the last! No Wheeler for me. Oh, murder! I forgot, I was nigh letting the cat out o’ the bag again. _Lord J._ You had something to say to me, sir? I wait till your recollection returns. _Rory_. ’Faith, and that’s very kind of you; and if you had always done so, you would never have been offended with me, my lord. _Lord J._ You are mistaken, Mr. O’Ryan, if you think that you did or could offend me. _Rory_. Mistaken was I, then, sure enough; but we are all liable to mistakes, and should forget and forgive one another; that’s the way to go through. _Lord J._ You will go through the world your own way, Mr. O’Ryan, and allow me to go through it my way. _Rory_. Very fair—fair enough—then we shan’t cross. But now, to come to the point. I don’t like to be making disagreeable retrospects, if I could any way avoid it; nor to be going about the bush, especially at this time o’ day; when, as Mr. Finsbury’s come, we’ve not so much time to lose as we had. Is there any truth, then, my lord, in the report that is going about this hour past, that you have gone in a huff, and given your promise there to that sneaking Wheeler to vote for him now? _Lord J._ In answer to your question, sir, I am to inform you that I _have_ promised Mr. Wheeler to vote for him. _Rory_. In a huff?—Ay, now, there it is!—Well, when a man’s _mad_, to be sure, he’s mad—and that’s all that can be said about it. And I know, if I had been _mad_ myself, I might have done a foolish thing as well as another. But now, my lord, that you are not mad—