Ill just give you ten minutes to disappear." "What's all this about, master ?" "Master!--why, curse your brazen impudence, how dare you call me master?
Begone, you jade of perdition." "No more a jade of perdition, sir, than you are; nor I shan't begone till I gets a quarter's wages--I tell you that." "You shall get whatever's coming to you; not another penny.

The house-steward will pay you--begone, I say!" "No, sir, I shan't begone till I gets a, quarter's salary in full.

You broke your agreement with me, wich is wat no man as is a gentleman would do; and you are puttin' me away, too, without no cause." "Cause, you vagabond! you'll find the cause squalling, I suppose, in Mary Mahon's cottage, somewhere near Sir Robert Whitecraft's; and when you see him, tell him I have a crow to pluck with him.

Off, I say." "Oh, I suppose you mean the love-child I had by him--ha, ha! is that all?
But I never had a hankerin' after a rebel and a Papist, which is far worser; and I now tell you you're no gentleman, you nasty old Hirish squire.

You brought me here, and Sir Robert sent me here, to watch your daughter.