Tom. Well, brother traveller, of what nation art thou?
Teag. Arra, dear shoy, I came from my own kingdom.
Tom. Why, I know that; but where is thy kingdom?
Teag. Allelieu, dear honey, don't you know Cork in Ireland?
Tom. You fool, Cork is not a kingdom, but a city.
Teag. Then, dear shoy, I'm sure it is in a kingdom.
Tom. And what is the reason you have come and left your own dear country?
Teag. Arra, dear honey, by Shaint Patrick, they have got such comical laws in our country that they will put a man to death in perfect health; so, to be free and plain with you, neighbour, I was obliged to come away, for I did not choose to stay among such a people that can hang a poor man when they please, if he either steals, robs, or kills a man.
Tom. Ay, but I take you to be more of an honest man than to steal, rob, or kill a man.
Teag. Honest, I am perfectly honest. When I was but a child my mother would have trusted me with a house full of mill-stones.