’Faith, the pair of you together is better than Hector fighting before Troy!
NANNY.
Ah, let you be quiet. It is not fighting we are craving, but the easing of the hunger that is on us and of the passion of sleep. Lend me a graineen of tobacco now till I’ll kindle my pipe—a blast of it will take the weight of the road off my heart.
[ANDREW gives her some, NANNY grabs at it.
BIDDY.
No, but it’s to myself you should give it. I that never smoked a pipe this forty year without saying the tobacco prayer. Let that one say did ever she do that much.
NANNY.
That the pain of your front tooth may be in your back tooth, you to be grabbing my share!
[They snap at tobacco.
ANDREW.