human
Wretch! screamed the woman,
gpt
I!
human
Yes, you! While you are promenading here with hussies, whom I should blush to touch with the tip of my finger, you leave your lawful wife to the care of the parish!
gpt
Madam, there is some mistake! Permit me to say to you, with all the respect due to your misfortune, that you hold me too tight! You will tear my ruffles, which belong to the property-room of Drury Lane. I repeat, there is some mistake!
human
No, there is no mistake! You are, indeed, my husband, Pat O'Flannigan, music teacher and prompter to Drury Lane Theatre.
gpt
Certainly, I am O'Flannigan, music teacher and prompter at Drury Lane, but as to being your husband, may Heaven confound me if I ever set eyes on you before!
human
You have never set eyes on me? You have never set eyes on Molly MacMurragh, to whom you were married by the priest at Bray, in Ireland? You have never set eyes on the mother of your six children?
gpt
Can this be true? she cried.
human
Can this woman really be Mrs. O'Flannigan?
gpt
My dear madam, I protest! There is no Mrs. O'Flannigan! This woman is either a fool or a jade; she has been hired by my enemies!
human
A fool! a jade! If there is any jade here it is this bold hussy who has helped herself to other people's belongings, and seduced a married man from his duty!
gpt
Mercy!
human
I do not know, cried the woman,
gpt
Help! help!
human
Two women! They're going to fight! Bravo! Let 'em go!
gpt
I'll wager five to one on the lawful dame!
human
I'll take you!