IGNÁT. Fine fellow, how he swills, damn him! I should think hunger makes it run through all his veins. [ Pours out some more ].
TRAMP[ drinks ] I wish you success in all your undertakings.
AKULÍNA. Well, did you get a good price for the hay?
IGNÁT. Good or bad, we've drunk it all, damn you! Am I right, Michael?
MICHAEL. Why, of course. It's not made to be looked at! One must have some fun once in a hundred years.
MARTHA. What are you swaggering for? There's not much good in that. We've nothing to eat at home, and see what you're doing.
MICHAEL[ threateningly ] Martha!
MARTHA. Well, what of Martha? I know I'm Martha. Oh, it makes me sick to look at you.
MICHAEL. Martha, look!
MARTHA. There's nothing to see. I don't want to look.