Dennis (shaking him). Howl away, ye spalpeen. ’Twill help the circulation.
Greenbax. Murder, murder!
Dennis. Once more, ould man, and then ye’ll do.
Greenbax. Murder, help, murder! (Enter Wiggins, R.)
Wiggins. What are you doing, you scamp?
Dennis. Faith, obeying orders, to be sure. “To be well shaken before taken.”
Wiggins. You stupid blockhead! I meant the medicine, and not the patient.
Dennis. Oh, murder! I thought it was the ould man.
Wiggins (shouting). I’m sorry this happened; ’twas all a mistake.