O Johnny, I hardly knew you!"
Rock: Bringing back to the memory of his
mother every old grief and rancour. She that has
a right to be making her peace with the grave!
Flannery: Indeed it seems he doesn't mind
what he'll get so long as it's something that he
wants.
Rock: Three blasts gone! And the world didn't
begin to be cured.
Flannery: Sure enough he gave the bellows no
fair play.
Rock: He has us made a fool of. He using it
the way he did, he has us robbed.
Flannery: There's power in the four blasts
left would bring peace and piety and prosperity
and plenty to every one of the four provinces of
Ireland.
Rock: That's it. There's no doubt but I'll
make a better use of it than him, because I am a
better man than himself.
Flannery: I don't know. You might not get
so much respect in Dublin.
Rock: Dublin, where are you! What would
I'd do going to Dublin? Did you never hear said
the skin to be nearer than the shirt?