St. Patrick's Day
Well, doctor, where's the lad--where's Trusty?
Rosy. At hand; he'll be here in a minute, I'll answer for't. He's such a one as you an't met with,--brave as a lion, gentle as a saline draught.
Just. Ah, he comes in the place of a rogue, a dog that was corrupted by the lieutenant. But this is a sturdy fellow, is he, doctor?
Rosy. As Hercules; and the best back-sword in the country. Egad, he'll make the red coats keep their distance.
_Just._ O the villains; this is St. Patrick's day, and the rascals have been parading my house all the morning. I know they have a design upon me; but I have taken all precautions: I have magazines of arms, and if this fellow does but prove faithful, I shall be more at ease.
Rosy. Doubtless he'll be a comfort to you.
Ser. There is a man below, inquires for Doctor Rosy.
Rosy. Show him up.
Just. Hold! a little caution--how does he look?