Dennis. What an ould heathen! he’s as deaf as ould Mother Mullin’s cow, that was so deaf she couldn’t say straight. What’s the matter wid his ears? they’re long enough onyhow. (To Greenbax.) Servant, sir!
Greenbax. Hey?
Dennis. It’s a fine day, sir.
Greenbax. No. Nothing to give away. Go to the poorhouse.
Dennis. Poorhouse, is it, you thaif!
Wiggins (outside). Dennis!
Dennis. Coming, sir. Away wid yez, you deaf ould haddock. (Exit, R.)
Greenbax. So many beggars about. Strange the police will allow it. (Re-enter Dennis, R., with a phial.)
Dennis. I’m to give the deaf fellow, then, this bottle, and he’s to follow the directions. What’s that? (Reads label.) “To be well shaken before taken.” Faith, my boy, I’ll do that same for yez. (Seizing Greenbax and shaking him.) Ye’d have me go to the poorhouse, would yez?
Greenbax. Murder, murder!