life, Daniel Burke, and it's not long I'm telling you, till
you'll be lying again under that sheet, and you dead surely.

[She goes out with the Tramp. Micheal is slinking after them, but
Dan stops him.]

DAN
Sit down now and take a little taste of the stuff, Micheal Dara.
There's a great drouth on me, and the night is young.

MICHEAL
[Coming back to the table.] And it's very dry I am, surely, with
the fear of death you put on me, and I after driving mountain
ewes since the turn of the day.

DAN
[Throwing away his stick.] I was thinking to strike you, Micheal
Dara, but you're a quiet man, God help you, and I don't mind you
at all.

[He pours out two glasses of whisky, and gives one to Micheal.]

DAN
Your good health, Micheal Dara.

MICHEAL
God reward you, Daniel Burke, and may you have a long life, and a
quiet life, and good health with it.

[They drink.]