Are you drunk too? You are worse than Martin. You are a disgrace! ANDREW. Disgrace yourself! Coming here to be making an attack on me and badgering me and disparaging me! And what about yourself that turned me to be a hypocrite? THOMAS. What are you saying? ANDREW. You did, I tell you! Weren’t you always at me to be regular and to be working and to be going through the day and the night without company and to be thinking of nothing but the trade? What did I want with a trade? I got a sight of the fairy gold one time in the mountains. I would have found it again and brought riches from it but for you keeping me so close to the work. THOMAS. Oh, of all the ungrateful creatures! You know well that I cherished you, leading you to live a decent, respectable life. ANDREW. You never had respect for the ancient ways. It is after the mother you take it, that was too soft and too lumpish, having too much of the English in her blood. Martin is a Hearne like myself. It is he has the generous heart! It is not Martin would make a hypocrite of me and force me to do night-walking secretly, watching to be back by the setting of the seven stars! [_He begins to play his flute._ THOMAS. I will turn you out of this, yourself and this filthy troop! I will have them lodged in gaol. JOHNNY. Filthy troop, is it? Mind yourself! The change is coming. The pikes will be up and the traders will go down! _All_ seize THOMAS and sing._ When the Lion will lose his strength, And the braket-thistle begin to pine, The harp shall sound sweet, sweet at length, Between the eight and the nine! THOMAS. Let me out of this, you villains! NANNY. We’ll make a sieve of holes of you, you old bag of treachery! BIDDY. How well you threatened us with gaol, you skim of a weasel’s milk! JOHNNY. You heap of sicknesses! You blinking hangman! That you may never die till you’ll get a blue hag for a wife! [_MARTIN comes back with lighted lamp._ MARTIN. Let him go. [_They let THOMAS go, and fall back._] Spread out the banner. The moment has come to begin the war. JOHNNY. Up with the Unicorn and destroy the Lion! Success to Johnny Gibbons and all good men! MARTIN. Heap all those things together there. Heap those pieces of the coach one upon another. Put that straw under them. It is with this flame I will begin the work of destruction. All nature destroys and laughs. THOMAS. Destroy your own golden coach! MARTIN [_kneeling before THOMAS_].