Mrs. Donohoe. Give me back my fine suit so [begins gathering up the clothes], till I go look for a man of my own!
Mike McInerney. Let you go so, as you are so unnatural and so disobliging, and look for some man of your own, God help him! For I will not go with you at all!
Mrs. Donohoe. It is too much time I lost with you, and dark night waiting to overtake me on the road. Let the two of you stop together, and the back of my hand to you. It is I will leave you there the same as God left the Jews!
[She goes out. The old men lie down and are silent for a moment.]
Michael Miskell. Maybe the house is not so wide as what she says.
Mike McInerney. Why wouldn't it be wide?
Michael Miskell. Ah, there does be a good deal of middling poor houses down by the sea.
Mike McInerney. What would you know about wide houses? Whatever sort of a house you had yourself it was too wide for the provision you had into it.
Michael Miskell. Whatever provision I had in my house it was wholesome provision and natural provision. Herself and her periwinkles! Periwinkles is a hungry sort of food.
Mike McInerney. Stop your impudence and your chat or it will be the worse for you. I'd bear with my own father and mother as long as any man would, but if they'd vex me I would give them the length of a rope as soon as another!