NORA
[Turning to Tramp.] Will you drink a sup of tea with myself and
the young man, stranger, or (speaking more persuasively) will you
go into the little room and stretch yourself a short while on the
bed, I'm thinking it's destroyed you are walking the length of
that way in the great rain.

TRAMP
Is it to go away and leave you, and you having a wake, lady of
the house? I will not surely. (He takes a drink from his glass
which he has beside him.) And it's none of your tea I'm asking
either. [He goes on stitching. Nora makes the tea.]

MICHEAL
[After looking at the tramp rather scornfully for a moment.]
That's a poor coat you have, God help you, and I'm thinking it's
a poor tailor you are with it.

TRAMP
If it's a poor tailor I am, I'm thinking it's a poor herd does be
running back and forward after a little handful of ewes the way I
seen yourself running this day, young fellow, and you coming from
the fair. [Nora comes back to the table.]

NORA
[To Micheal in a low voice.] Let you not mind him at all, Micheal
Dara, he has a drop taken and it's soon he'll be falling asleep.

MICHEAL