Second Hag: (At door.) Is it a niggard you are grown to be, McDonough, and you with riches in your hand? Is it against a new wedding you are keeping your pocket stiff, or to buy a house and an estate, that it fails you to call in hired women to make a right keening, and a few decent boys to lift her through the streets?
McDonough: I to have money or means in my hand, I would ask no help or be beholden to any one at all.
Second Hag: If you had means, is it? I heard by true telling that you have money and means. "At the sheep-shearers' dance a high lady held the plate for the piper; a sovereign she put in it out of her hand, and there was no one of the big gentry but followed her. There never was seen so much riches in any hall or home." Where now is the fifty gold sovereigns you brought away from Cregroostha?
McDonough: Where is it?
Second Hag: Is it that you would begrudge it to the woman is inside?
McDonough: You know well I would not begrudge it.
First Hag: A queer thing you to speak so stiff and to be running down all around you, and your own pocket being bulky the while.
McDonough: (Turning out pocket.) It is as slack and as empty as when I went out from this.
Second Hag: You could not have run through that much.
McDonough: Not a red halfpenny left, or so much as the image of a farthing.