Damer: I'll make it, sick or sound, if I have a mind to make it.
Delia: Little thanks you'll get from me if you make it or do not make it. That is the naked truth.
Damer: The whole of ye think yourselves to be very managing and very wise!
Delia: Let you go will it so to an asylum for fools.
Damer: Why wouldn't I? It is in the asylums all the sense is these times. There is only the fools left outside.
Delia: You to bestow it outside of your own kindred for to benefit and comfort your soul, all the world will say it is that you had it gathered together by fraud.
Staffy: Do not be annoying him now.
Delia: I will not. But the time he will be lying under the flagstone, it is holly rods and brambles will spring up from out of his thorny heart.
Damer: A hasty, cranky woman in the house is worse than you to lay your hand upon red coals! I know well your tongue that is as sharp as the sickle of the moon!
Delia: The character you will leave after you will be worse out and out than Herod's!