fair. You can keep your ugly stingy lump of a son; for what is he
but a common soldier? and God help the girl that gets him, say I!
So the back of my hand to you, Mrs O'Flaherty; and that the cat
may tear your ugly old face!

SIR PEARCE. Silence. Tessie, did you hear me ordering you to go
into the house? Mrs O'Flaherty! [Louder.] Mrs O'Flaherty!! Will
you just listen to me one moment? Please. [Furiously.] Do you
hear me speaking to you, woman? Are you human beings or are you
wild beasts? Stop that noise immediately: do you hear? [Yelling.]
Are you going to do what I order you, or are you not? Scandalous!
Disgraceful! This comes of being too familiar with you.
O'Flaherty, shove them into the house. Out with the whole damned
pack of you.

O'FLAHERTY [to the women]. Here now: none of that, none of that.
Go easy, I tell you. Hold your whisht, mother, will you, or
you'll be sorry for it after. [To Teresa.] Is that the way for a
decent young girl to speak? [Despairingly.] Oh, for the Lord's
sake, shut up, will yous? Have you no respect for yourselves or
your betters? [Peremptorily.] Let me have no more of it, I tell
you. Och! the divil's in the whole crew of you. In with you into
the house this very minute and tear one another's eyes out in the
kitchen if you like. In with you.

The two men seize the two women, and push them, still violently
abusing one another, into the house. Sir Pearce slams the door
upon them savagely. Immediately a heavenly silence falls on the
summer afternoon. The two sit down out of breath: and for a long
time nothing is said. Sir Pearce sits on an iron chair.