_O’Dogh._ Very well, my dear, I’ll send her to you. I think we have the Count of the three blue balls in a fine pickle; but I have not done with him yet. I have laid a ridiculous snare for him, if he will but fall into it, that will not only expose him to the world, but cure him for ever, I think, of trespassing upon matrimonial premisses. [_Exit._ _Mush._ Was ever poor devil so sweated! I wish I were out of the kingdom! I shall certainly be poisoned among them! they are a damned barbarous people. I have often heard of the wild Irish, but never believed there were such till now. Poison a man, only for having an intrigue with a friend’s wife. Zounds, we never mind such things in England; but they are unpolished beings here. _Enter_ Katty _with two candles_. _Mush._ Oh! Mrs. Katty, get me out of the house, or I am a dead man--he suspects I have a design upon his wife, and carries a loaded pistol to shoot me. _Katty._ O heavens, sir--I don’t know what to do with you--here comes my poor mistress, frighted out of her wits too. _Enter Mrs._ Diggerty. _Mush._ O, madam! if you don’t contrive to convey me out of the house some way or other, I shall be detected, poisoned, shot, or run through the vitals. _Mrs. Dig._ I am so distracted, I cannot think--you must even discover yourself to him, and say you came hither in that disguise out of a frolic. _Mush._ Zounds, a frolic! Madam, he is as jealous as a Spanish miser, or an Italian doctor; he has a pistol in his pocket loaden with a brace of balls--he would shoot me, run me through the body, or poison me directly, should he discover me--have you no closet, or cup-board? dear, Mrs. Katty, cannot you contrive to get me out of the house in some shape or other? _Katty._ Why yes, sir, I have a contrivance that I think might save you. _Mush._ What is it? what is it? quick, quick, for heaven’s sake; for he certainly has a pistol in his pocket--he shewed it to me. _Katty._ Why, sir, I have a large portmanteau trunk, by the help of which, I think, you might be safely conveyed out of the house, if you would but submit to be shut up in it. _Mush._ Submit! zounds! any thing, any thing, dear Mrs. Katty, to save my own life and a lady’s honour. Why, child, it is an excellent contrivance, and, in my condition, perhaps the only one that could relieve me. For heaven’s sake, let me see it--where is it? _Katty._ It stands just without the door here in the passage--(_Brings it in._) Here it is, sir, if it is but big enough--that’s all the danger. _Mush._ Zounds! let me try it--let me try it--quick--quick--put in my cloaths--there--cram me in--buckle me up--stay, stay--leave this end a little open for air, or I shall be stifled--very well--excellent well--Mrs. Katty--there--cram me in--it will do--snug--snug--damned snug-- _Mrs. Dig._ Now call the men to carry it up to your room. _Katty._ Here, John, William--