I know that plot.

Be warned.
Look about you here, and think of what you're going to do.

Have you no feeling for ould and helpless age--for the weakness of women, the innocence of children?
Are you not afraid on such a day to come near the bed of sickness, or the bed of death, with such an intention?
Here's widows and orphans, the sick and the dyin', ould age half dead, Mid infancy half starved; and is it upon these, that you and blasphemin' Deaker's bloody Dashers are goin' to work your will?
Hould your hand, I say, or if you don't, although I needn't curse you myself, for I am too wicked for that--yet in the name of all these harmless and helpless creatures before you, I call their curses on your head.

In the name of all the care, and pain, and sorrow, and starvation, and affliction, that's now before your eyes, be you cursed in soul and body--in all you touch--in all you love--cursed here, and cursed hereafter forever, if you proceed in your wicked intentions this woeful day!" "Who is that mad-woman ?" said M'Clutchy.

"Let her be removed.