Patsy. (Groans.) Me stomach feels all queer like.
Dr. F. (Puts hand on P.’s stomach, starts.) And no wonder. Why, it’s hot as fire! And distended like a balloon!
Mike. (Nods to ladies, with wise look.) He’s dishtended!
Dr. F. Mike, get the stomach pump in the office. Norah, a basin, quick! (Mike runs for pump. Patsy makes for door, L. Ladies scream and disappear.)
Patsy. Faith, I’m on fire!
Dr. F. (Seizes him.) We’ll fix you in a minute.
Patsy. Aye, doctor, you’ve fixed me already.
Dr. F. (Holding to Patsy who struggles toward door L.) Quick, Mike! (Mike reappears with pump.)
Patsy. You’ll never put that thing down my throat. (Renews attempt to escape. Fluke grabs at his throat and catches rubber tube. Ulster comes open. Pulls out bag of hot water and all gaze in astonishment.)
Mike. By the powers, you’ve pulled the sthomick clane out av’ ’im. (Pause.) Is that what it looks like? I niver seed one before.