MICHAEL [shrugs his shoulders and spreads out his arms] Suppose I really go for you?
TRAMP. I tell you, strike!
MICHAEL. Well, you are a rum chap, now I come to look at you. [Drops his arms and shakes his head].
IGNÁT [to Tramp] One sees at once that you're pretty sweet on the women, damn you!
TRAMP. I stand up for their rights.
MICHAEL [to Martha as, breathing heavily, he steps to the table] Well Martha, you must set a big candle before the saints for his sake. But for him, I'd have beaten you to a jelly.
MARTHA. What else can one expect of you. One worries all one's life, baking and cooking; and as soon as …
MICHAEL. Now, have done, have done! [Offers vódka to the Tramp] Drink. [To his wife] And what are you slobbering for? Mayn't a fellow have his joke? There you are [gives her money], put it away. Here are two three-rouble notes and two twenty-copeck pieces.
MARTHA. And the tea and sugar I wanted?
MICHAEL [takes parcel from his pocket and hands it to his wife. Martha takes the money and the parcel and goes into the little room, silently arranging the kerchief on her head] What an unreasonable lot these women are. [He again offers vódka to the Tramp] There, drink.