MICUS
They are, God forgive them.
PADNA
They must keep talkin'.
MICUS
An' 'tis only a fool that 'ud try to prevent 'em.
MRS. COTTER (entering and placing measures on table)
Hurry up, now, an' don't have me at the next Petty
Sessions.
[Exit.
MICUS (after testing drink)
Nothin' like a good pint o' "Dundon's."
PADNA
'Tis great stuff.
MICUS May the Lord spare them long, an' they buildin' houses for the poor an' churches for God!
PADNA
An' all out o' the beer money?
MICUS Of course. What else could ye make money at in a country like this?
PADNA
'Tis a thirsty climate!