Hazel: Tom Mineog to say that of me, that was my trusty comrade and my friend, what at all will strangers be putting out about me?
Mineog: Ah, what call have you to go lamenting as if you had lost all on this side of the sea!
Hazel: You to have brought that annoyance on me, what would enemies be saying of me? That it was in my breed to be cracked or to have a thorn in the tongue. There's a generation of families would be great with you, and behind you they would be backbiting you.
Mineog: They will not. You are of a family doesn't know how to say a wrong word.
Hazel: A rabbit mushroom they might say me to be, with no memory behind or around me!
Mineog: Not at all. The world knows you to be civil and brought up to mannerly ways.
Hazel: They might say me to have been a foreigner or a Jew man!
Mineog: I can bear witness you have no such yellow look. And Hazel is a natural name.
Hazel: It's likely they'll say I was a sheep-stealer or a tinker that went foraging around after food!
Mineog: You that never put your hand on a rabbit burrow or stood before a magistrate or a judge!