"No, not this! It's full of water. Give me the other creature, hang you!"
"I'll see you hanged, my boy, before I give it you. You've already more brandy in your head than good sense; and besides, it won't do to drink while you're fasting."
"Give me the bottle. I won't be fooled by you. I am my own master."
"You'd better be quiet," said the old robber, seizing the butcher's arm with an iron grip.
"I'll pay you out for it, you dog!" cried the butcher, as he sprang to his feet and seized his fokosh. "I'll teach you to bid me be quiet!"
Andor, who had watched his movements, rose with equal quickness, and seizing the young man's throat, thrust him into a corner.
"You must learn manners, my fine fellow! and if you don't, why you'll be stuck like a pig!"
Viola was all this while brooding over his own miseries, and the wretched lot of his wife. He knew nothing of the quarrel of his comrades, but their fight roused him.
"What is the row?" said he, rising.
"The boy wants brandy, and I want to give him a drubbing."