DAN.
(Throwing away his stick.) I was thinking to strike you, Micheal Dara, but you’re a quiet man, God help you, and I don’t mind you at all.
(He pours out two glasses of whisky, and gives one to Micheal.)
DAN.
Your good health, Micheal Dara.
MICHEAL.
God reward you, Daniel Burke, and may you have a long life, and a quiet life, and good health with it. (They drink.)