Darby: Customers and shops! Will you stop your funning? Let you quit mocking and making a sport of me! That is very bad acting behaviour.
Taig: Striving to blacken my face again at the time I had it washed pure white. You surely have a heart of marble.
Darby: What way at all can you be putting such a rascally say out of your mouth? I'll take no more talk from you, I to be twenty-two degrees lower than the Hottentots!
Taig: If you are my full cousin Dermot Melody I'll make you quit talking of soot!
Darby: I'll take no more talk from yourself!
Taig: Have a care now!
Darby: Have a care yourself!
(Each gives the other a push. They stumble and fall, sitting facing one another. Darby's hat falls off.)
Taig: Is it you it is?
Darby: Who else would it be?