A man that’s been an honour to our town,
Should live and prosper; therefore we beseech you
To give way in a matter of no moment,
A matter of mere sentiment—a trifle—
That we may always keep our pride in you.
[He finishes this speech with a pompous air, motions to BRIAN to bring the food to SEANCHAN, and sits on seat.
BRIAN.
Master, master, eat this! It’s not king’s food,
That’s cooked for everybody and nobody.
Here’s barley-bread out of your father’s oven,