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Caught out on a foul! How am I to get out of this predicament? I have given my word and I would rather break a dollar bill than break my word. Ah, I have it! I will bring her a man, but oh, such a man! I will bring her a boodler, a fee-grabber, a Farmer's Alliance advocate, ha! ha! ha! She will be disgusted with the whole race and I will save my honor and my child. Daughter, you shall have your man.
Oh moy, oh moy, Oi don't know whether this is an oice-crame saloon or a refrigerator car, but wan thing Oi do know, an' that same is that this overcoat of moine is too foine for me prisint station in loife. Helloa, phwat's that? Oi think Oi'll give her a pull and see if it won't turrun on the stame. Oh Oi say now, phwat a commiseration Oi've created, to be share.
Oh, get out av this, get out av this! You little spalpeen; can't yez lave me alone at all, at all.
Kaping warrum to be coorse. Did yez think Oi was saying moi prayers?
Why, begorra it's a girrul! How do you do, Miss Cleveland?
Oh! do you really mean-- er--er--this is so sudden--you must give me time to think.
McGinnis ould bye, yer in luck this toime to be sure. What a pity it is we can't all be borrun with silver spoons in our pockets. Jist look at me now! Oi'm goin' to have a shquare meal, a shute of clothes and perhaps a woife, and whin Oi get her Oi'm goin' right back to ould Erin and-- Ah! there's the rub. How am Oi goin' to get back to Erin? Well Kitty, Oi'm with yez whoile the grub lashts.
Your thinker seems to be working rather slowly, Gussie; time is very precious to me now.
I will do as you wish.
Oh! take it away, take it away!
All right, Gussie, my boy; but be careful, be very careful.
Bring in the royal diadem to crown his gracious majesty and the royal sceptre, the symbol of his power.
Here sir, come away from that! Get me something to eat. Oi hanker for poy.
In wan minute! Ye haythen. Oi am the King and when Oi want poy Oi want poy, and begorra Oi'm going to have it too.
GUS. Your majesty shall have pie; but this unseemly haste ill befits a monarch.
Gussie you're a jewel of the first water. I congratulate you upon the success of your scheme.
My daughter, see what a fate thy rash infatuation would have consigned thee to.
Shall I go or stay? I can divide my love, but not myself, and--
CURTAIN.
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