Sheela. Do not, Sheamus. I have a better advice than that.
Sheamus. What advice is that?
Sheela. I have a way in my head to put him out. If you follow my advice, he will go out himself as quiet as a lamb; and when you get him out, slap the door on him, and never let him in again.
Maurya. Luck from God on you, Sheela, and tell us what's in your head.
Sheela. We will do it as nice and easy as you ever saw. We will put him to twist a hay-rope till he is outside, and then we will shut the door on him.
Sheamus. It's easy to say, but not easy to do. He will say to you, "Make a hay-rope yourself."
Sheela. We will say then that no one ever saw a hay-rope made, that there is no one at all in the house to make the beginning of it.
Sheamus. But will he believe that we never saw a hay-rope?
Sheela. He believe it, is it? He'd believe anything; he'd believe that himself is king over Ireland when he has a glass taken, as he has now.
Sheamus. But what excuse can we make for saying we want a hay-rope?