And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour;
It’s wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea.
[Takes dulse in one hand and bread in other and presses them into SEANCHAN’S hands. SEANCHAN shows by his movement his different feeling to BRIAN.
FIRST CRIPPLE.
He has taken it, and there’ll be nothing left!
SECOND CRIPPLE.
Nothing at all; he wanted his own sort.
What’s honey to a cat, corn to a dog,
Or a green apple to a ghost in a churchyard?
SEANCHAN.
[Pressing food back into BRIAN’S hands.]