MICHAEL. Pour out the vódka and serve it round to our visitors.
MARTHA. Faugh, you bleary-eyed hound. I don't want to speak to you.
MICHAEL. You don't? Ah, you baggage, what did you say?
MARTHA[ rocks cradle. Paráshka is frightened and comes to her ] What I said? I said I do not want to talk to you, that's all.
MICHAEL. Have you forgotten? [ Jumps up from the table, strikes her on the head and knocks off her kerchief ] One!
MARTHA. Oh! Oh! Oh! [ Runs crying to the door ].
MICHAEL. You'll not get away, you jade! [ Rushes at her ].
TRAMP[ jumps up from the table and seizes his arm ] You have no kind of complete right.
MICHAEL[ stops and looks at Tramp with surprise ] Is it long since you had a thrashing?
TRAMP. You have no complete right to subject the female sex to insults.