_Mush._ Ha, ha, ha!--Hamilton, you are a little odd in this here country in some points--your friend there--is--you understand me--however upon the whole, take you altogether, you are a damn’d honest, tory rory, rantum scantum, dancing, singing, laughing, boozing, jolly, friendly, fighting, hospitable people, and I like you mightily. _Omnes._ Ha, ha, ha! _Coun._ Upon my word, sir, the people of Ireland are much obliged to you for your helter skelter, rantum scantum portrait of them. _O’Dogh._ Indeed and that we are; and so you like us mightily? _Mush._ I do upon honour, and I believe I shall marry one of your women here, grow domestic, and settle among you. _O’Dogh._ Orra but will you do us that honour? _Mush._ I really intend it. _O’Dogh._ Faith then you will be a great honour to us, and you will find a great many relations here, Count; for we have a large crop of the Mushrooms in this here country. _Mush._ O, sir, I don’t doubt it, for we are a numerous family both in England and Ireland--but I beg pardon, my dear Diggerty, I must rob you of my company for a moment to pay my devoirs to your lady; I know she is impatient to see me upon a particular affair--I will return upon the wings of diligence, then sign, squeeze wax, and dedicate to wit, mirth, and convivial jollity--Hamilton, yours, yours--my dear Diggerty, give me thy hand--from this moment set me down as thy unalterable friend--for I intend to be well with thy wife this very evening. [_Exit._ _O’Dogh._ Sure there never was so conceited and so impertinent a coxcomb as this puppy. _Enter_ Katty Farrel. Oh here is Katty Farrel. So, Katty, do you see who’s here, child--your friend the counsellor. _Katty._ Sir, your humble servant, I am glad to see you look so well. I hope all your good family are in health. _Coun._ All very well, I thank you, Mrs. Katty. _O’Dogh._ Well, well, now your ceremonies are over, let us to business--is your fine mistress dressed yet? _Katty._ Yes, sir--but she has had a sad misfortune. _O’Dogh._ What is that, Katty? _Katty._ The money, sir, that you gave her to pay the mercer’s bill, from Covent-Garden, that was sent after her, she lost last night to my Lady Kinnegad, and some more of them, at bragg--but do not take any notice that I have told you of it, for she intends to borrow as much from Mr. Mushroom for a day or two as will pay the bill. _Coun._ Why the woman has lost all sense of shame. (_Aside._) _O’Dogh._ Katty, that must not be. She must not do so mean a thing upon any account, as to borrow money of Mushroom. I will let you have the money to pay the bill, and do you say you borrowed it of your brother, or some friend or other, for her. _Katty._ I will, sir. [_Exit._ [Mrs. Diggerty, Mushroom, &c. _laugh very loud without_.]