Omnes.
Ha, ha, ha!
Rory.
Here, Rip, here's a glass at your service, and as for the contents I'll warrant it genuine and no mistake. [Gives Rip a cup.
Rip.
Rory, here is your [go-to-hell],[22] unt your family's [go-to-hell], un may you all live long unt [prosper].[23]
Rory.
Come, Rip, give us a stave.
Vedder.
Yes, yes, Rip, a stave, for the old dame will be after you soon and then we will all have to make a clearance.