_Mrs. Carv._ (_aside to Mr. CARVER_) My dear, I wish to invite all these
good people to a wedding dinner; but really I am afraid I shall blunder in
saying their names--will you prompt me?

_Mr. Carv._ (_aside to Mrs. CARVER_) Why really I am not used to be a
prompter; however, I will condescend to prompt _you_, Mrs. Carver. (_He
prompts, while she speaks._)

_Mrs. Carv._ Mr. Big Briny of Cloon, Mr. Ulick of Eliogarty, Mr. Charley of
Killaspugbrone, and you, Mrs. Catty Rooney, and you, Mr. McBride, senior,
and you, Mr. Philip McBride, no longer _flourishing Phil_; since you are
now all reconciled, let me have the pleasure of giving you a reconciliation
dinner, at the wedding of Honor McBride, who is an honour to her family,
and Randal Rooney, who so well deserves her love.

_The McBRIDES and ROONIES join in the cry of_ Long life and great luck to
your ladyship, that was always good!

_Mr. Carv._ And you comprehend that I beg that the wedding may be
celebrated at Bob's Fort.

_All join in crying_, Long may your honour's honour reign over us in glory
at Bob's Fort!

_Catty._ (_cracking her fingers_) A fig for the bog of Ballynascraw!--Now
'tis all Love and no Law!