PADNA
Well, 'tis terrible to think that we might be taken to
Heaven, (pauses) an' our parents an' childer might
be sent (points towards the floor) with the Protestants.
MICUS If the Protestants will be as well treated in the next world as they are in this, I wouldn't mind goin' with 'em meself.
PADNA
I wouldn't like to be a Protestant after I'm dead, Micus.
MICUS (knocks with his pint on the table and Mrs. Cotter enters; he points to pints) The same again, Mrs. Cotter.
MRS. COTTER
Indeed, ye won't get another drop.
MICUS
This will be our last, ma'am. Don't be hard on us.
'Tis only a night of our lives, an' we'll be all dead
one day.
MRS. COTTER (as she leaves the room with measures in
hand)
Ye ought to be ashamed o' yerselves to be seen in
a public house a night like this.
MICUS We're ashamed o' nothin,' ma'am. We're only ourselves an' care for nobody.
MRS. COTTER (turning round) Well, this is the very last drink ye'll get then. [Exit.
PADNA
Women are all alike.