LABOURER [laughing] Well, you seem to like it! [Draws some more].
PEASANT [drinks] Eh, that's the sort! Let's call the missis. Hey, Martha! Come along! It's ready! Come on there!
Enter Wife and little girl.
WIFE. What's the matter? Why are you kicking up such a row?
PEASANT. You just taste what we've been distilling. [Hands her the glass] Smell! What does it smell of?
WIFE [smells] Dear me!
PEASANT. Drink!
WIFE. But perhaps it may do one some harm?
PEASANT. Drink, fool!
WIFE. True. It is nice!