_Servants without._ _Serv._ Madam. _Katty._ Come here quickly. _Enter_ John _and_ William. _Katty._ Here take this portmanteau on your shoulders, and carry it up to my room--make haste. [_The servants turn it up endways, with_ Mushroom’_s head to the ground, then raise it on their shoulders_.] _Enter_ O’Dogherty. _O’Dogh._ Where are you going with that portmantle? _John._ Up to Mrs. Katty’s room. _O’Dogh._ Set it down here--what have you got in this portmantle, Katty? _Katty._ It is, sir--it is-- _O’Dogh._ What, what is it? _Katty._ Why it is--it is-- _O’Dogh._ Speak this minute, or I will put my sword up to the hilts in it. _Mush._ Ah! Hold, hold--my dear Diggerty, hold--’tis I--’tis I-- _O’Dogh._ I--who the devil is I?-- _Mush._ Mushroom--your friend Mushroom. _O’Dogh._ What! Count Mushroom! _Mush._ The same--the very same.-- _O’Dogh._ Hold the candle--aye, it is my friend the Count indeed. _Mush._ Zounds, my dear Diggerty--you have dropped the hot wax on my face--do pray let me out. _O’Dogh._ And so this was the new intrigue you told me of this afternoon. _Mush._ Ah, my dear Diggerty, I was but in jest, upon my honour. _O’Dogh._ Aye, now you are right, Count--the intrigue was but in jest on my wife’s side, indeed--here, ladies, come hither, and see this hero of intrigue and taste that they all admire so much. _Mush._ Ah, dear Diggerty, don’t expose me. _Enter the Company._ _Omnes._ Ha, ha, ha! _O’Dogh._ Here, John--set him upon his legs on the ground--so--there--Lady Kinnegad, pray let me introduce you to the knight of the leathern portmantle. _L. Kin._ Count, your most obedient--I would salute you, but I am coarse and stink of sweets. _Mush._ Ah, my dear Lady, that was only the wanton vanity of a coxcomb upon the verge of paradise as he thought. _Mrs. Jolly._ Your humble servant, Count--I would strive to extricate you, but, you know, I am an idiot, a fool--ha, ha, ha! _Mush._ O dear Mrs. Jolly-- _L. Bab._ Yes, and I am like an old house newly painted and white-washed, and I stink of rappee. I think a little rappee would not be amiss to clear your eyes, and refresh your spirits, and there is some for you. (_Throws snuff in his face._) _Mush._ O dear Lady Bab, this is (_sneezes_) cruel--(_sneezes_) indelicate--(_sneezes_) and intolerable--(_sneezes_) but I beg you will let me out of this confinement. _O’Dogh._ Indeed I will not, for I intend that other people shall enjoy your situation as well as I--this is Lady High-Life’s night--all the world is there--so here, John, take this portmantle on your shoulders to Lady High-Life’s, with my compliments, and never stop till you take it up stairs to the ball-room, and there set it down--they will be extremely glad to see their old friend, the Count of the three blue balls.