SERGEANT Only since supper time. I was eatin' a bit o' cold meat, an' a bone or somethin' stuck there. (Points at his throat)
MRS. COTTER
An' what did ye do for it?
SERGEANT
What could I do for it?
MRS. COTTER
Ye could take a drink o' somethin' an' wash it down.
SERGEANT
I tried some cold tea. (Coughs)
MRS. COTTER
I wonder would a bottle of stout do any good.
SERGEANT
'Twould be no harm to try.
MRS. COTTER
Will ye have a bottle?
SERGEANT To tell ye the truth, I don't like bein' disobligin', ma'am. (Coughs)
[Exit Mrs. Cotter. While she is away, he walks up and down, whistling the while.