MRS. COTTER
Hot milk an' pepper.
CONSTABLE
I tried that.
MRS. COTTER
Anythin' else?
CONSTABLE
Nothin' except a smoke.
MRS. COTTER
Maybe a little drop o' "Wise's" would do some good?
CONSTABLE I'd try anythin' that 'ud lessen the pain, though I'd rather not be troublin' ye.
MRS. COTTER
'Tis no trouble at all.
[Exit. While she is away, something falls in the room where Micus and Padna are. The Constable fails to open the door, and returns to his chair before Mrs. Cotter comes back with the drink.
MRS. COTTER (handing glass) Drink that up, go straight home, bathe ye'r feet in mustard an' water, an' ye'll be as strong as a Protestant in the mornin'!
CONSTABLE (taking glass)
Thank ye, ma'am.