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breed,” says he. Think o' that, Sally, dear, t'abuse my relations.
Sal. Oh, the ruffin.
Kat. Dirty breed, indeed! By my sowkins, they're as good as his any day in the year, and was never behoulden toNew pitta yatées—to go a beggin' to the mendicity for their dirty -New pittayatees—their dirty washin's o pots, and sarvants' lavins, and dogs' bones, all as one as that cruck'd disciple of his mother's cousin's sisther, the old dhrunken asperseand, as she is.
Sal. No, in troth, Katty dear.
Kat. Well, where was I ? Oh, aye, I left off at- -New pittayatees-I left off at my dirty breed. Well, at the word
dirty breed," I knew full well the bad dhrop was up in him, and faith it's soon and suddint he made me sinsible av it, for the first word he said was- -New pittayatees—the first word he said was to put his shouldher to the door, and in he bursted the door, fallin' down in the middle o' the flure, cryin' outNew pittayatees-cryin' out, “ bad luck attind you,” says he ; “how dare you refuse to lit me into my own house, you sthrap," says he, “agin the law o' the land,” says he, scramblin' up on his pins agin, as well as he could ; and, as he was risin', says I-New pitta yatecs--says I to him (screeching out loud, that the neighbours in the flure below might hear me), “ Mikee, my darlint,” says I.
“ Keep the pace, you vagabone,” says he ; and with that he hits me a lick av a- -New pitayatee--a lick of a stick he had in his hand, and down I fell (and small blame to me), down I fell an the flure, crying? -New pittayatees-cryin' out “ Murther, murther !”
Sal. Oh, the hangin’-bone villain !
Kat. Oh, that's not all! As I was risin', my jew'l, he was goin' to sthrek me agin ; and with that, I cried outpittayatees—I cried out, “ Fair play, Mikee,” says I, “don't sthrek a man down ; but he wouldn't listen to rayson, and was goin' to hit me agin, when I put up the child that was in my arms betune me and harm. Look at your babby, Mikee,”
“ How do I know that, you flag-hoppin' jade," says he. (Think o’that, Sally, jew'l, misdoubtin' my vartue, and I an honest woman as I am, God help me!)
Sal. Oh, bud you're to be pitied, Katty, dear.
Kat. Well, puttin' up the child betune me and harm, as he was risin' his hand, “ Oh,” says I, “ Mikee, darlint, don't sthrek the babby;" but, my dear, before the word was out o' my mouth, he sthruck the babby. (I thought the life id lave me.) And,
iv coorse, the poor babby, that never spuk a word, began to
-New pittayatees began to cry, and roar, and bawl, and no wondher.
Sal. Oh, the haythen, to sthrek the child.
Kat. And, my jewel, the neighbours in the flure below, hearin' the skrimmage, kem runnin' up the stairs, crying out
-New pittayatees-cryin' out, “Watch, watch ! Mikee M’Evoy,” says they, “ would you murther your wife, you villain ?" 's What's that to you," says he “ isn't she my own ?” says he," and if I plase to make her feel the weight of myNew pittayatees—the weight o' my fist, what's that to you ?" says he; “ its none o' your business any how, so keep your tougue in your jaw, and your toe in your pump, and 'twill be betther for your
-New pittayatees—'twill be betther for your health, I'm thinkin'," says he; and with that he looked crukid at thim, and squared up to one o' them (a poor defenceless craythur, a tailor.)
“Would you fight your match,” says the poor innocent man.
“ Lave my sight,” says Mick, or, by Jingo, I'll put a stitch in your sid
my jolly tailor,” says he. “ Yiv put a stitch in your wig already,” says the tailor, " and that'll do for the present writin?" And with that, Mikee was goin' to hit him with a
New pittayatee-a lift-hander; but he was cotch owld iv, before he could let go his blow; and who should stand up for-nint him, butMy new pittayatees—but the tailor's wife; (and, by my sowl, it's she that's the sthrapper, and more's the pity she's thrown away upon one o' the sort ;) and says she, “ let me at him," says she, “its I that's used to give a man a lickin' every day in the week : you're bould on the head now, you vagabone,” says
6 but if I had you alone,” says she ; “no matther if I wouldn't take the consait out o' your- -New pittayatees-out o' your braggin' hearte;” and that's the way she wint on bullyraggin' him ; and, by gor, they all tuk patthern after her, and abused him, my dear, to that degree, that, I vow to the Lord, the very dogs in the sthreet wouldn't lick his blood.
Sal. Oh, my blessin' on them.
Kat. And with that, one and all, they began to cry-New pittayatees--they began to cry him down ; and, at last, they all swore out, “ Hell's bells'attind your berrin',” says they, “you vagabone,” as they just tuk him up by the scuff o' the neck, and threwn him down the stairs ; every step he'd take, you'd think he'd brake his neck (Glory be to God!) and so I got rid o'the ruffin ; and then they left me, cryin' New pitta yatees -c-ryin' afther the vagabone; though the angels knows well
he wasn't deservin' o' one precious dhrop that fell from my two good-lookin' eyes, and oh ! but the condition he left me in.
Sal. Lord look down an you.
Kat. And a purty sight it id be, if you could see how I was lyin' in the middle oʻthe flure crying — My new pittayateescryin' and roarin', and the poor child, with his eye knocked out, in the corner, cryin' New pittayatees—and, indeed, every one in the place was cryin' - New pittayatees—was cryin' murther.
Sal. And no wondher, Katty dear.
Kat. Oh bud that's not all. If you seen the condition the place was in afther it; it was turned upside down like a beggar's breeches. Throth I'd rather be at a bull-bait than at it, enough to make an honest woman cry-New pittayatees—to see the daycent room rack'd and ruin'd, and my cap tore off my head into tatthers, throth you might riddle bull dogs through it; and bad luck to the hap'orth he left me but a few New pittayatees a few coppers ; for the morodin' thief spint all his-New pittayatees-all his wages o' the whole week in makin' a baste iv himself; and God knows but that comes aisy to him; and divil a thing I had to put inside my face, nor a dhrop to drink, barrin' a few--New pittayatees--a few grains o'tay, and the ind of a quarther o' sugar, and my eye as big as your fist, and as black as the pet (savin' your presence), and a beautiful dish iv--New pitta yatees-dish iv delf, that I bought only last week in Timple bar, bruk in three halves, in the middle of the 'ruction, and the rint o' the room not ped, --and I dipindin' only an-- New pittayatees—an cryin' a sieve-full o' pratees, or screechin' a lock of savoys, or the like.
But I'll not brake your heart any more, Sally dear ;-God's good, and he never opens one door, but he shuts another, and that's the way iv it; an' strinthins the wake with- -New pittayatees--with his purtection ; and may the widdy and the orphin's blessin' be an his name, I pray! And my thrust is in divine providence, that was always good to me, and sure I don't despair ; but not a night that I kneel down to say my prayers, that I don't pray for--New pittayatees—for all manner o' bad luck to attind that vagabone, Mikee M'Evoy. My curse light an him this blessid minit; and
(A voice at a distance calls, “ Potatoes !”] Kat. Who calls ? [Perceives her customer.] Here ma'am. Good-bye, Sally, darlint-good-bye. “New pittay-a-tees !"
(Exit Katty by the Cross Poddle.)
BATTLE OF FLODDEN-FIELD, AND DEATH OF
BLOUNT and Fitz-Eustace rested still
And sudden, as he spoke,
Was wreathed in sable smoke;
As down the hill they broke;
At times a stifled hum,
King James did rushing come.
And such a yell was there,
And fiends in upper air.
But nought distinct they see:
Wide raged the battle on the plain;
Wild and disorderly.
Around the battle yell.
Loud were the clanging blows;
The pennon sunk and rose :
It wavered mid the foes.
I will not see it lost!
I gallop to the host.”
The rescued banner rose :
It sunk among the foes,
When, fast as shaft can fly,
Lord Marmion's steed rushed by;!
A look and sign to Clara cast,
To mark he would return in haste,
Left in that dreadful hour alone :
Perchance a courage not her own,
Eraces her mind to desperate tone.
She only said, as loud in air