The true-born Irishman : $b or, Irish fine lady : a comedy of two actsMacklin, Charles
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The true-born Irishman : $b or, Irish fine lady : a comedy of two acts
Macklin, Charles
Comedy plays; English drama -- Irish authors
_O’Dogh._ Madam, I thank you for your intelligence--indeed you are
very learned and very obliging.
_Mrs. Dig._ And so, as I was saying, Count, we had a great storum, and
the picket--I shall never forget it--the picket landed us about twenty
miles from Dublin--and so, do you know, I say, Mushroom, that I fancied,
being just come from England, that the very dogs here when they barked,
had the brogue, ha, ha, ha!
_Omnes._ Ha, ha, ha!
_Mush._ Why then, by all that’s gothic, madam, I have thought so a
thousand times.
_Mrs. Dig._ You have!
_Mush._ I have, upon honour.
_Mrs. Dig._ Have you ever observed it, brother? Mr. Diggerty, what do
you think? Hav’n’t the dogs of this here country the brogue?
_O’Dogh._ Indeed and that they have, my dear, and the cows too, and
the sheep, and the bullocks, and that as strong as ever your own mother
had it, who was an O’Gallagher.
_Mrs. Dig._ Oh!
_O’Dogh._ Not two of whose ancestors could ever speak three words of
English to be understood.
_Mrs. Dig._ You are a strange rude man, Mr. Diggerty, to tell me of my
mother’s family--you know I always despised my mother’s family--I hate
the very name of Gallagher, and all the old Irish whatever.
_Coun._ The present company excepted, sister--your husband, you know--
_Mrs. Dig._ O, I never think of him.
_Coun._ Ha, that’s polite indeed.
_O’Dogh._ O no, she never thinks of me.
_Coun._ Well, but sister, you have given us no account of the
coronation, no doubt you were there.
_Mrs. Dig._ There! O Moundew!--What a quistion! Why I was in every
part of it--ax Mushroom else.
_Mush._ Every where, every where--she was every where, and with every
body.
_O’Dogh._ Well, well--then I suppose it was very fine; but after all
now, was it as fine as our riding the fringes here, or the lord
lieutenant going to the parliament house.
_Mrs. Dig._ He, he, he! O shocking! don’t neem them together--now that
is so Irish--but, brother, what would have afforded you the highest
entertainment, was the city feast. O that there was imminse.
_O’Dogh._ O yes, that there was imminse, brother, and much finer than
this here.
_Coun._ Then you were at the city feast too, sister?
_Mrs. Dig._ O dear, yes! the court never stirred without me.
_O’Dogh._ No, indeed, the court never stirred without her.
_Mrs. Dig._ And the lord mayor made a point of having me there: so I
went with her Grace, a friend of mine, and a party of the court, as one
of the houshold--but the minute I went in every eye was upon me: Lord,
it was veestly pleasant to see how the she grocers, the she mercers, the
she dyers, the she hosiers, and the she taylors did stare at me--I was
very brilliant that’s certain--rather more so than I was at the wedding.
_O’Dogh._ O indeed I don’t doubt but you were a sight.
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