Dan. That's I.—I be a going into a consumption too, sin you hired me.
Dennis. And devil a soul has darken'd my doors for a pot of beer since I have been a publican.
Dan. See!—See, mun, see! yon's a traveller, sure as eggs!—and a coming this road.
Dennis. Och, hubbaboo! a customer, at last! St. Patrick send he may be a pure dry one! Be alive, Dan, be alive! run and tell him there's elegant refreshment at the Red Cow.
Dan. I will—Oh, dang it, I doesn't mind a bit of a lie.
Dennis. And harkye:—say there's an accomplish'd landlord.
Dan. Ees—and a genteel waiter; but he'll see that.
Dennis. And, Dan;—sink that little bit of a thunder storm, that has sour'd all the beer, you know.
Dan. What, dost take me for an oaf? Dang me, if he han't been used to drink vinegar, he'll find it out fast enow of himsel, Ise warrant un!
[Exit.