Tom. And what exploits did you do when you were a soldier?
Teag. Arra, dear honey, I killed a man.
Tom. And how did you that?
Teag. Arra, dear honey, when he dropt his sword, I drew mine, and advanced boldly to him, and then cutted off his foot.
Tom. O then what a big fool was you; for you ought first to have cut off his head.
Teag. Arra, dear shoy, his head was cutted off before I engaged him, else I had not done it.
Tom. O then Pady, you acted like a fool; but you are not such a big fool as many take you to be, you might pass for a philosopher.
Teag. A fulusifair, my father was a fulusifair, besides he was a man under great authority by law, condemning the just and clearing the guilty: do you know how they call the horse’s mother?
Tom. Why they call her a mare.
Teag. A mare, ay very well minded, by shaint Patrick, my father was a mare in Cork.