MICUS
Indeed you will, Mrs. Cotter.
MRS. COTTER Don't you know that 'tis Sunday night, an' that the police might call any minute?
MICUS (disdainfully)
The police!
PADNA
Bad luck to them!
MICUS Amen!
MRS. COTTER This will be the last drink that any one will get in this house to-night. [Exit.
MICUS 'Tis a nice state of affairs to think that dacent men, after a hard week's work, can't have a drink in pace and quietness in the town they were born and reared in, without bein' scared out o' their senses by the police!
PADNA 'Tis the hell of a thing, entirely! I don't see what's gained be closin' the pubs at all, unless it be to give the police somethin' to do.
MICUS
The overfed and undertaught bla'gards!
PADNA As far as I can see, there's as much drink sold as if the pubs were never closed.