Mrs. Broderick: What is it at all? What is happening? Joseph Nestor threatened by a tinker or a tramp!
Nestor: I would think better of his behaviour if he was a tinker or a tramp.
Mrs. Broderick: He has drink taken so. Isn’t drink the terrible tempter, a man to see flames and punishment upon the one side and drink upon the other, and to turn his face towards the drink!
Cooney: Will you stop your chat, Mary Broderick, till I will drag the truth out of this traitor?
Mrs. Broderick: Who is that calling me by my name? Och! Is it Michael Cooney is in it? Michael Cooney, my brother! O Michael, what will they think of you coming into the town and much like a rag on a stick would be scaring in the wheatfield through the day?
Cooney: (Pointing at Nestor.) It was going up in the mill I destroyed myself, following the directions of that ruffian!
Mrs. Broderick: And what call has a man that has drink taken to go climbing up a loft in a mill? A crooked mind you had always, and that’s a sort of person drink doesn’t suit.
Cooney: I tell you I didn’t take a glass over a counter this ten year.
Mrs. Broderick: You would do well to go learn behaviour from Mr. Nestor.
Cooney: The man that has me plundered and robbed! Tell me this now, if you can tell it. Did you find any pound notes in “Old Moore’s Almanac”?