Charlie Ward. I will, and their boots, too.
All the Tinkers. [Uproariously.] Give me your coat; I'll have your boots, etc.
Mr. Green. Wait till the police come. I'll turn the tables on you; you may all expect hard labour for this.
Paul Ruttledge. [To the Tinkers.] Stand back, the trial is not over. Mr. Green, these friends of yours have been convicted of breaking the doctrine they boast of. They do not love their enemies; they do not give to every man that asks of them. Some of them, Mr. Dowler, for instance, lay up treasures upon earth; they ask their goods again of those who have taken them away. But you, Mr. Green, are the worst of all. They break the Law of Christ for their own pleasure, but you take pay for breaking it. When their goods are taken away you condemn the taker; when they are smitten on one cheek you punish the smiter. You encourage them in their breaking of the Law of Christ.
Tommy the Song. He does, indeed. He gave me two months for snaring rabbits.
Paddy Cockfight. He tried to put a fine on me for a cock I had, and he took five shillings off Molly for hitting a man.
Paul Ruttledge. Your evidence is not wanted. His own words are enough. [Stretching out his arms.] Have any of these gentlemen been living the Christian life?
All. They have not.
Johneen. [Coming in.] Ye'd best clear off now. I see the train coming in to the station.
Paddy Cockfight. The police will find plenty to do in the village before they come to us; that's one good job.