Hazel: Can't you listen? I was wanting something to fill space.
Mineog: Would nothing serve you to fill space but only my own corpse? To go set my coffin making and to put nettles growing on my hearth! Wouldn't it be enough to rob my house or to make an attack upon my means? Wouldn't that fill up the gap?
Hazel: Let you not twist it that way!
Mineog: The time I was in the face of my little dinner to go startle me with a thing of the sort! I'm not worth the ground I stand on! For the Champion of next Thursday! I to be dead ere Thursday!
Hazel: I looked for no such thing.
Mineog: What is it makes you say me to be done and dying? Am I reduced in the face?
Hazel: You are not.
Mineog: Am I yellow and pale and shrunken?
Hazel: Why would you be?
Mineog: Would you say me to be crampy in the body? Am I staggery in the legs?