SERGEANT
An' I'll have the same.
CONSTABLE
Three glasses o' "Wise's," Mrs. Cotter.
MRS. COTTER (from the bar)
Certainly, Constable.
[The Head and Sergeant remain silent, and the Constable paces up and down with his hands in his pockets, whistling some popular tune, until Mrs. Cotter brings in the drinks.
MRS. COTTER (as she places the drinks on the table)
I don't like to see ye in this cold kitchen, gentlemen.
Can't ye come up-stairs to the sitting-room?
CONSTABLE 'Tisn't worth our while, ma'am. We have our work to do. (Taking glass in hand) Slainthe!
[Drinks half the quantity of whiskey. The Head and Sergeant do likewise. A noise like the falling of furniture is heard from the room where Padna and Micus are.
HEAD (startled)
What's that?
[There is silence for a while, then Micus is heard singing.
MICUS
"We are the boys of Wexford
Who fought with heart an' hand
To burst in twain the galling chain,
An' free our native land."