PEASANT[ drinks, first sipping, then taking more and more, till he empties the glass and gives it back ] Now then, some more. One can't tell the taste from such a drop.
LABOURER[ laughing ] Well, you seem to like it! [ Draws some more ].
PEASANT[ drinks ] Eh, that's the sort! Let's call the missis. Hey, Martha! Come along! It's ready! Come on there!
Enter Wife and little girl.
WIFE. What's the matter? Why are you kicking up such a row?
PEASANT. You just taste what we've been distilling. [ Hands her the glass ] Smell! What does it smell of?
WIFE[ smells ] Dear me!
PEASANT. Drink!
WIFE. But perhaps it may do one some harm?
PEASANT. Drink, fool!