Source Text: JUNO2.1Boyle: Come along, Joxer, me son, come along.
Joxer: Are you be yourself?
Boyle: Come on, come on; that doesn't matther; I'm masther now, an' I'm goin' to remain masther.
Joxer: How d'ye feel now, as a man o' money?
Boyle: Joxer, han' me over that attackey case on the table there. Ever since the Will was passed I've run hundreds o' dockyments through me han's -- I tell you, you have to keep your wits about you.
Joxer: Well, I won't disturb you; I'll dhrop in when...
Boyle: It's all right, Joxer, this is the last one to be signed to-day. Now, Joxer, you want to see me; I'm at your service -- what can I do for you, me man?
Joxer: I've just dhropped in with the 3 pounds 5 shillings that Mrs. Madigan riz on the blankets an' table for you, an' she says you're to be in no hurry payin' it back.
Boyle: She won't be long without it; I expect the first cheque for a couple o' hundhred any day. There's the five bob for yourself -- go on, take it, man; it'll not be the last you'll get from the Captain. Now an' agen we have our differ, but we're there together all the time.
Joxer: Me for you, an' you for me, like the two Musketeers.
Boyle: Father Farrell stopped me to-day an' tole me how glad he was I fell in for the money.
Joxer: He'll be stoppin' you ofen enough now; I suppose it was 'Mr.' Boyle with him?
Boyle: He shuk me be the han'...
Joxer: I met with Napper Tandy, an' he shuk me be the han'!
Boyle: You're seldom asthray, Joxer, but you're wrong shipped this time. What you're sayin' of Father Farrell is very near to blasfeemey. I don't like any one to talk disrespectful of Father Farrell.
Joxer: You're takin' me up wrong, Captain; I wouldn't let a word be said agen Father Farrell -- the heart o' the rowl, that's what he is; I always said he was a darlin' man, a daarlin' man.
Boyle: Comin' up the stairs who did I meet but that bummer, Nugent. "I seen you talkin' to Father Farrell," says he, with a grin on him. "He'll be folleyin' you," says he, "like a Guardian Angel from this out" -- all the time the oul' grin on him, Joxer.
Joxer: I never seen him yet but he had that oul' grin on him!
Boyle: "Mr. Nugent," says I, "Father Farrell is a man o' the people, an', as far as I know the History o' me country, the priests was always in the van of the fight for Irelan's freedom."
Joxer: Who was it led the van, Soggart Aroon? Since the fight first began, Soggart Aroon?
Boyle: "Who are you tellin'?" says he. "Didn't they let down the Fenians, an' didn't they do in Parnell? An' now -- " "You ought to be ashamed o' yourself," says I, interruptin', him, "not to know the History o' your country." An' I left him gawkin' where he was.
Joxer: Where ignorance 's bliss 'tis folly to be wise; I wondher did he ever read the Story o' Irelan'.
Boyle: Be J.L. Sullivan? Don't you know he didn't.
Joxer: Ah, it's a darlin' buk, a daarlin' buk!
Boyle: You'd betther be goin', now, Joxer; his Majesty, Bentham, 'll be here any minute, now.
Joxer: Be the way things is lookin', it'll be a match between him an' Mary. She's thrun over Jerry altogether. Well, I hope it will, for he's a darlin' man.
Boyle: I'm glad you think so -- I don't. What's darlin' about him?
Joxer: I only seen him twiced; if you want to know me, come an' live with me.
Boyle: He's too dignified for me -- to hear him talk you'd think he knew as much as a Boney's Oraculum. He's given up his job as teacher, an' is goin' to become a solicitor in Dublin -- he's been studyin' law. I suppose he thinks I'll set him up, but he's wrong shipped. An' th' other fella -- Jerry's as bad. The two o' them ud give you a pain in your face, listenin' to them; Jerry believin' in nothin', an' Bentham believin' in everythin'. One that says all is God an' no man; an' th' other says all is man an' no God!
Joxer: Well, I'll be off now.
Boyle: Don't forget to dhrop down afther awhile; we'll have a quiet jar, an' a song or two.
Joxer: Never fear.
Boyle: An' tell Mrs. Madigan that I hope we'll have the pleasure of her organization at our little enthertainment.
Joxer: Righto; we'll come down together.