Michael Miskell: Tricky is it! Oh, my curse and the curse of the four and twenty men upon you!
Mike McInerney: That the worm may chew you from skin to marrow bone! (Seizes his pillow.)
Michael Miskell: (Seizing his own pillow.) I’ll leave my death on you, you scheming vagabone!
Mike McInerney: By cripes! I’ll pull out your pin feathers! (Throwing pillow.)
Michael Miskell: (Throwing pillow.) You tyrant! You big bully you!
Mike McInerney: (Throwing pillow and seizing mug.) Take this so, you stobbing ruffian you!
(They throw all within their reach at one another, mugs, prayer books, pipes, etc.)
Curtain