DAN
How would I be dead, and I as dry as a baked bone, stranger?

TRAMP
[Pouring out the whisky.] What will herself say if she smells the
stuff on you, for I'm thinking it's not for nothing you're
letting on to be dead?

DAN
It is not, stranger, but she won't be coming near me at all, and
it's not long now I'll be letting on, for I've a cramp in my
back, and my hip's asleep on me, and there's been the devil's own
fly itching my nose. It's near dead I was wanting to sneeze, and
you blathering about the rain, and Darcy (bitterly) -- the devil
choke him -- and the towering church. (Crying out impatiently.)
Give me that whisky. Would you have herself come back before I
taste a drop at all? [Tramp gives him the glass.]

DAN
[After drinking.] Go over now to that cupboard, and bring me a
black stick you'll see in the west corner by the wall.

TRAMP
[Taking a stick from the cupboard] Is it that?

DAN
It is, stranger; it's a long time I'm keeping that stick for I've
a bad wife in the house.