Green. Come, come; this won’t do.
Fin. Won’t it? and who’s to hinder, I’d like to know? Faith, do ye mind who I am? I’m a full-blooded Fenian; ready to sthrike for ould Ireland; and if that car don’t start soon, I’ll strike you, ye blackguard. (Flourishing his shillalah.)
Green. Come, come; be quiet. (Dodging behind Hartshorn.) Pacify him, Hartshorn.
Harts. Pacify him? Good gwacious! here’s another stwiker! Don’t flouwish that club in that mannaw. Gweenbax will talk to you. (Dodges behind Greenbax.)
Green. Put up that stick. You shall have a conveyance in five minutes.
Fin. Conveyance, is it? I want no conveyance. I want a car, and that quick.
Hard. (Starting up and shouting.) Is that car going or not?
Fin. Faith, here’s another belated gint. (To Greenbax.) Don’t yer hear the gintleman?
Green. Confound the gintleman, and the car too. Was ever a president in such a fix? Here’s another! Well, come on all at once.
(Enter Dan, R.)