Casey . Come , Bob , what are you about , boy ? The company tumble in upon us like smoke ; quick , all the cooks at work , do you hear me now ? Casey . Hey day ! Enter Second WAITER , stumbling in . What 's the matter now ? Casey . Champagne , and not a Louis in his pocket !— d'ye hear , tell Mr. Lackland , it 's my desire he 'll quit my house . Casey . Make me bounce ! A shabby , spunging —— though without a second coat , the fellow 's as proud as a Galway merchant .— Make me bounce in my own house !— pretty well , that , upon my honour ! Casey . Run , do n't you hear ? Casey . Hush ! here he is .Because I 'm a lone woman , he thinks to impose upon the house . Casey . Why , the truth is , sir , my waiters have enough to do if they properly attend on folks who have money to pay for what they call for . Casey . Lookye , Mr. Lackland , that you 're a gentleman every body knows ; and you 've a good estate , only it 's all gone ; and you 're allowed to be a six bottle man , and a choice companion . Ah ! the beginning of a good song at the latter end of a bottle is a capital thing for a house — Now , here , during the race time , I 'll give you your board at the table d'hote , and money in your pocket to pay the reckoning , if you 'll only be a good jolly fellow , and encourage the company to drink , by a funny song , or a comical story . Casey . Yes ; that 's what I call earning your bread like a gentleman . Casey . And why so , pray ? Casey . Well , upon my honour , you 're a very mannerly fellow ! but I wish I had a husband , for your sake — Oh , I wish I had a husband ! Casey . Then he shall soon quit his hold , that he shall , as sure as my name is Casey .— Bob , do you go and try to bring them this way , and I 'll go see the rooms prepared myself .Ah , my dearee , I wish I had a husband ! Casey . Ha ! upon my honour , it is Sir John Bull and his lady — this is the truth of an English family . Casey . Sir John , you are welcome from Paris . Casey . D'ye hear , George , carry that big piece of roast beef up to the Lion . Casey . I 'm Mrs. Casey , at your service , sir ; and I keep this house , the Lion of England . Casey . Yes , that I am , born in Dublin ; an honest Irish woman , upon my honour . AIR .— MRS . CASEY . The British Lion is my sign , A roaring trade I drive on , Right English usage , neat French wine , A landlady must thrive on . At table d'hote , to eat and drink , Let French and English mingle , And while to me they bring the chink , ‘ Faith , let the glasses jingle . Your rhino rattle , Come men and cattle . Come all to Mrs. Casey . Of trouble and money , My jewel , my honey ! I warrant , I 'll make you easy . Let love fly here on silken wings , His tricks I shall connive at ; The lover , who would say soft things , Shall have a room in private : On pleasures I am pleas 'd to wink , So lips and kisses mingle , For , while to me , they bring the chink , ‘ Faith , let the glasses jingle , Your rhino rattle , & c . Casey . Mr. Lackland , I desire you 'll leave my house . Casey . Upon my honour , Mr. Lackland , you may take yourself out of my doors ! Casey . Why , I tell you , Sir Harry Bisque 's valet has locked up all his master 's baggage in it , and you can have that chamber no more . Casey . Ay , my house may be ruined , indeed , if I have n't money to pay my wine merchant . I 'll tell you what , my honest lad , I 've no notion of folks striving to keep up the gentleman , when they cannot support it ; and when people are young and strong , can n't see any disgrace in taking up a brown musket , or the end of a sedan chair , or — a knot —any thing better than bilking me , or spunging upon my customers , and flashing it away in their old clothes . Casey . Ay , take his baggage upon a china plate , for it 's a nice affair . Casey . Ah , man , what signifies your conceit ?— such a bashaw ! here you come and call , like a lord , and drink like a lord , and there you are in my books six whole pages , without a scratch , like a lord Ogh , you 've run up a thumping bill , and , I warrant , you 'll pay it like a lord . Casey . Oh , miracles will never cease — well , I said all along , that your honour was a prince . Casey . Lord , your honour , what need your honour mind the bill now ? sure your honour may pay it any time . Casey . But , however , since your honour insists upon paying it now , you shall see it — Here , Bob !Squire Lackland 's bill — then Heavens save your handsome face , and your handsome hand , and your handsome leg — pretend to be without money !— Oh dear , how jokish these gentlemen are !— Here , Bob , Squire Lackland 's bill — quick , quick ! Casey . Here , your honour — here 's your honour 's bill — Bob has drawn it out fairly — Casey . What d'ye say , honey ? Casey . Why , did n't you desire me to get your bill ? and had n't you your purse out just now to pay me ? Casey . Well , upon my honour , this is a pretty caper !— all because I 'm a lone woman — I see there 's no doing without a bit of a man after all .