What are you saying?
ANDREW.
You did, I tell you! Weren’t you always at me to be regular and to be working and to be going through the day and the night without company and to be thinking of nothing but the trade? What did I want with a trade? I got a sight of the fairy gold one time in the mountains. I would have found it again and brought riches from it but for you keeping me so close to the work.
THOMAS.
Oh, of all the ungrateful creatures! You know well that I cherished you, leading you to live a decent, respectable life.
ANDREW.
You never had respect for the ancient ways. It is after the mother you take it, that was too soft and too lumpish, having too much of the English in her blood. Martin is a Hearne like myself. It is he has the generous heart! It is not Martin would make a hypocrite of me and force me to do night-walking secretly, watching to be back by the setting of the seven stars!
[He begins to play his flute.
THOMAS.
I will turn you out of this, yourself and this filthy troop! I will have them lodged in gaol.