WIDOW QUIN. Don't tease him.

SARA -- [going over to dresser and counter very quickly, and getting two
glasses and porter.] -- You're heroes surely, and let you drink a supeen with
your arms linked like the outlandish lovers in the sailor's song. (She links
their arms and gives them the glasses.) There now. Drink a health to the
wonders of the western world, the pirates, preachers, poteen-makers, with the
jobbing jockies; parching peelers, and the juries fill their stomachs selling
judgments of the English law. [Brandishing the bottle.]

WIDOW QUIN. That's a right toast, Sara Tansey. Now Christy. [They drink with
their arms linked, he drinking with his left hand, she with her right. As
they are drinking, Pegeen Mike comes in with a milk can and stands aghast.
They all spring away from Christy. He goes down left. Widow Quin remains
seated.]

PEGEEN -- [angrily, to Sara.] -- What is it you're wanting?

SARA -- [twisting her apron.] -- An ounce of tobacco.

PEGEEN. Have you tuppence?

SARA. I've forgotten my purse.

PEGEEN. Then you'd best be getting it and not fooling us here. (To the Widow
Quin, with more elaborate scorn.) And what is it you're wanting, Widow Quin?

WIDOW QUIN -- [insolently.] A penn'orth of starch.