_Michael Miskell:_ I am not, ma’am, but an old neighbour I am. If I had forecasted this asking I would have asked it myself. Michael Miskell I am, that was in the next house to you in Skehanagh! _Mrs. Donohoe:_ For pity’s sake! Michael Miskell is it? That’s worse again. Yourself and Mike that never left fighting and scolding and attacking one another! Sparring at one another like two young pups you were, and threatening one another after like two grown dogs! _Mike McInerney:_ All the quarrelling was ever in the place it was myself did it. Sure his anger rises fast and goes away like the wind. Bring him out with myself now, Honor Donohoe, and God bless you. _Mrs. Donohoe:_ Well, then, I will not bring him out, and I will not bring yourself out, and you not to learn better sense. Are you making yourself ready to come? _Mike McInerney:_ I am thinking, maybe ... it is a mean thing for a man that is shivering into seventy years to go changing from place to place. _Mrs. Donohoe:_ Well, take your luck or leave it. All I asked was to save you from the hurt and the harm of the year. _Mike McInerney:_ Bring the both of us with you or I will not stir out of this. _Mrs. Donohoe:_ Give me back my fine suit so (_begins gathering up the clothes_), till I’ll go look for a man of my own! _Mike McInerney:_ Let you go so, as you are so unnatural and so disobliging, and look for some man of your own, God help him! For I will not go with you at all! _Mrs. Donohoe:_ It is too much time I lost with you, and dark night waiting to overtake me on the road. Let the two of you stop together, and the back of my hand to you. It is I will leave you there the same as God left the Jews! (_She goes out. The old men lie down and are silent for a moment._) _Michael Miskell:_ Maybe the house is not so wide as what she says. _Mike McInerney:_ Why wouldn’t it be wide? _Michael Miskell:_ Ah, there does be a good deal of middling poor houses down by the sea. _Mike McInerney:_ What would you know about wide houses? Whatever sort of a house you had yourself it was too wide for the provision you had into it. _Michael Miskell:_ Whatever provision I had in my house it was wholesome provision and natural provision. Herself and her periwinkles! Periwinkles is a hungry sort of food. _Mike McInerney:_ Stop your impudence and your chat or it will be the worse for you. I’d bear with my own father and mother as long as any man would, but if they’d vex me I would give them the length of a rope as soon as another! _Michael Miskell:_ I would never ask at all to go eating periwinkles. _Mike McInerney:_ (_Sitting up._) Have you anyone to fight me? _Michael Miskell:_ (_Whimpering._) I have not, only the Lord! _Mike McInerney:_ Let you leave putting insults on me so, and death picking at you! _Michael Miskell:_ Sure I am saying nothing at all to displease you. It is why I wouldn’t go eating periwinkles, I’m in dread I might swallow the pin.