Danny Den by the powers, I’d do by Eily as wid the glove there on yer hand; make it come off as it came on—an’ if it fits too tight, take the knife to it.
Hard [Turning to him.] What do you mean?
Danny Only gi’ me the word, an’ I’ll engage that the Colleen Bawn will never trouble ye any more; don’t ax me any questions at all. Only—if you’re agreeable, take off that glove from yer hand an’ give it to me for a token—that’s enough.
Hard [Throws off cloak; seizes him; throws him down.] Villain! Dare you utter a word or meditate a thought of violence towards that girl—
Danny Oh, murder! may I never die in sin, if—
Hard Begone! away, at once, and quit my sight. I have chosen my doom! I must learn to endure it—but blood!—and hers! Shall I make cold and still that heart that beats alone for me?—quench those eyes that look so tenderly in mine? Monster! am I so vile that you dare to whisper such a thought?
Danny Oh, masther! divil burn me if I meant any harm.
Hard Mark me well, now. Respect my wife as you would the queen of the land—whisper a word such as those you uttered to me, and it will be your last. I warn ye—remember and obey.
[Exit Hardress, R.