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._ Ogh, I have been among them already, and I know them all
very well. What signifies my sitting among hundreds of people with my
single opinion all alone. When I was there before I was stigmatized as
a singular blockhead, an impracticable fellow, only because I would not
consent to sit like an image, and when the master of the puppets pulled
the string of my jaw on one side, to say aye, and on t’other side, to
say no, and to leap over a stick backwards and forwards, just as the
faction of party and jobbers, and leaders, and political adventurers
directed--ah, brother, brother, I have done with them all--oh, I have
done with them all.
_Coun._ What, and after all your expence of opposing government right
or wrong, and supporting your patriots, will you give them all up?
_O’Dogh._ Indeed I will--I was patriot mad I own, like a great many
other fools in this distracted country--sir, I was so mad that I hated
the very name of a courtier as much as an illiterate lay-swaddling
methodist does that of a regular clergyman. But I am cured of that
folly; for now I find that a courtier is just as honest a man as a
patriot--my dear, they are both made of the same stuff; ah, I have at
last found out what sort of an animal a patriot is.
_Coun._ Ay!--and pray, brother, what sort of an animal is he?
_O’Dogh._ Why he is a sort of a political weathercock, that is blown
about by every wind of society, which the foolish people are always
looking up at, and staring, and distracting themselves with the
integrity of its vicissitudes--to-day it is blown by the rough,
rattling, tempest of party; next day by the trade-wind of sly, subtle,
veering faction; then by the headlong hurricane of the people’s hot
foggy breath; huzza boys, down with the courtier, up with the patriot,
’till at last the smooth, soft, gentle warm breeze of interest blows
upon it, and from that moment it rusts to a point, and never stirs
after--so there is your puff patriot for you--ogh, to the devil I pitch
them all.
_Coun._ Ha, ha, ha! I am glad to find, brother, that you are come to
that way of thinking at last, and I wish you had had the same notions
years ago, it would have saved you many thousands.
_O’Dogh._ Indeed, and that it would--however experience is an
excellent tutor, and as you are a young man, and just coming into the
world, mine may be of some service to you; take this judgment from me
then, and remember that an honest quiet country gentleman who out of
policy and humanity establishes manufactories, or that contrives
employment for the idle and the industrious, or that makes but a blade
of corn grow where there was none before, is of more use to this poor
country than all the courtiers, and patriots, and politicians, and
prodigals that are unhanged;--so there let us leave them and return
to my wife’s business.
_Coun._ With all my heart, I long to have a particular account of her
conduct.
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