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 That's not your son. That's a man is going to make a marriage with the daughter of this house, a place with fine trade, with a licence, and with poteen too.

That man marrying a decent and a moneyed girl! Is it mad yous are? Is it in a crazy-house for females that I'm landed now?

It's mad yourself is with the blow upon your head. That lad is the wonder of the Western World.

I seen it's my son.

You seen that you're mad. (Cheering outside.) Do you hear them cheering him in the zig-zags of the road? Aren't you after saying that your son's a fool, and how would they be cheering a true idiot born?

It's maybe out of reason that that man's himself. (Cheering again.) There's none surely will go