_O’Dogh._ Ogh, that’s right, Nancy--O’Dogherty for ever--O’Dogherty!--there’s a sound for you--why they have not such a name in all England as O’Dogherty--nor as any of our fine sounding Milesian names--what are your Jones and your Stones, your Rice and your Price, your Heads and your Foots, and Hands and your Wills, and Hills and Mills, and Sands, and a parcel of little pimping names that a man would not pick out of the street, compared to the O’Donovans, O’Callaghans, O’Sullivans, O’Brallaghans, O’Shaghnesses, O’Flahertys, O’Gallaghers, and O’Doghertys,--Ogh, they have courage in the very sound of them, for they come out of the mouth like a storm; and are as old and as stout as the oak at the bottom of the bog of Allen, which was there before the flood--and though they have been dispossessed by upstarts and foreigners, buddoughs and sassanoughs, yet I hope they will flourish in the Island of Saints, while grass grows or water runs. _Enter_ Katty. _Katty._ Mr. Mushroom is come, sir. _O’Dogh._ What, in his woman’s cloaths? _Katty._ Yes, sir. _O’Dogh._ Impudent rascal! and where have you put him, Katty? _Katty._ In the back parlour, sir. _O’Dogh._ Odzooks! Katty, go down, and shew him up here--this is the largest room to exercise the gentleman in--begone, quick, and leave all the rest to me. _Katty._ I am gone, sir. [_Exit._ _O’Dogh._ My dear, you must act a part in this farce; the better to bring the rascal into ridicule. _Mrs. Dig._ Any thing to be revenged of him for his ill opinion of me. _O’Dogh._ Step into your own room, then, and I will come and instruct you how to behave. [_Exit Mrs._ Dig. And, brother, do you go and open the affair to the company, and bring them here to listen to the Count’s gallantry, and to be witnesses of his making me a cuckold. _Coun._ I warrant you I will prepare them for the scene. But, brother, be sure you make the gentleman smart. [_Exit._ _O’Dogh._ Ogh, leave him to me--by the honour of the whole Irish nation I will make him remember the name of Diggerty, as sensibly as ever his school-master did hic, hæc, hoc, genitivo hujus--an impudent rascal! make a cuckold of an Irishman--what, take our own trade out of our hands--and a branch of business we value ourselves so much upon too--why, sure that and the Linen Manufacture are the only free trade we have.--O, here the company come. _Enter all the Company._ _L. Kin._ Well, where is this Count, this hero of intrigue? _O’Dogh._ Below stairs. _L. Bab._ And in woman’s cloaths, Mr. Dogherty?