Hazel: I'll get justice and a hearing. The Judge will give in to my say!
Mineog: I that will put you under bail! I'll bind you over to quit prophesying!
Hazel: I'll break the bail of the sun and moon before I'll give you leave to go brand me with strange names the same as you would tarbrand a sheep! I'll put yourself and your Tribune under the law of libel!
Mineog: I'll make a world's wonder of you! I'll give plenty and enough to the Champion to fill out its windy pages that time!
Hazel: (At door.) I will lay my information before you will overtake me!
Mineog: (Seizing him.) I will lay my information against you for theft and you bringing away my coat!
Hazel: I have no intention of bringing it away!
Mineog: Is it that you will deny it? Don't I know that spot of grease on the sleeve?
Hazel: Did I never carve a goose? Why wouldn't there be a spot of grease on my own sleeve?
Mineog: Strip it off of you this minute!