Michael Miskell: Amen to that! Nine ridges, is it? No, but let the whole ridge of the world separate us till the Day of Judgment! I would not be laid anear you at the Seven Churches, I to get Ireland without a divide!
Mike McInerney: And after that again! I’d sooner than ten pound in my hand, I to know that my shadow and my ghost will not be knocking about with your shadow and your ghost, and the both of us waiting our time. I’d sooner be delayed in Purgatory! Now, have you anything to say?
Michael Miskell: I have everything to say, if I had but the time to say it!
Mike McInerney: (Sitting up.) Let me up out of this till I’ll choke you!
Michael Miskell: You scolding pauper you!
Mike McInerney: (Shaking his fist at him.) Wait a while!
Michael Miskell: (Shaking his fist.) Wait a while yourself!
(Mrs. Donohoe comes in with a parcel. She is a countrywoman with a frilled cap and a shawl. She stands still a minute. The two old men lie down and compose themselves.)
Mrs. Donohoe: They bade me come up here by the stair. I never was in this place at all. I don’t know am I right. Which now of the two of ye is Mike McInerney?
Mike McInerney: Who is it is calling me by my name?