_Mr. Carv._ But it is not yet proved that this man has told any lies.

_Randal._ If he has tould no lies, I wronged him. Speak, mother--(_COXE
gets behind CATTY, and twitches her gown_), was it he who was the informer,
or not?

_Catty._ Nay, Pat Coxe, if you lied, I'll not screen you; but if you tould
the truth, stand out like a man, and stand to it, and I'll stand by you,
against my own son even, Randal, if he was the author of the report. In
plain words, then, he, Pat Coxe, tould me, that she, Honor McBride, gave
you, Randal Rooney, the meeting behind the chapel, and you gave her the
ring--and then she went with you to drink at Flaherty's.

_Honor._ (_starting up_) Oh! who _could_ say the like of me?

_Catty._ There he stands--now, Pat, you must stand or fall--will you swear
to what you said? (_Old McBRIDE and PHIL approach PAT._)

_Mr. Carv._ This is not the point before me; but, however, I waive that
objection.

_Randal._ Oh! mother, don't put him to his oath, lest he'd perjure himself.

_Pat._ I'll swear: do you think I'd be making a liar of myself?

_Honor._ Father--Phil dear--hear me one word!

_Randal._ Hear her--oh! hear her--go to her.

_Honor._ (_in a low voice_) Would you ask at what time it was he pretends I