f. Leave your hand off it!

_Flannery_: Give it up here for the man that
owns it!

_Rock_: You may set your coffin making for I'll
beat you to the ground.

_Flannery: (As he clutches.)_ Ah, you have given
it a shove. It has blown a blast on yourself!

_Rock_: Yourself that blew it on me! Bad cess
to you! But I'll do the same bad turn upon you!
_(Blows.)_

_Flannery_: There is some footstep without.
Heave it in under the ashes.

_Rock_: Whist your tongue! _(Flings bellows
behind hearth.)_

_(Conan comes in.)_

_Conan_: With all the chattering of women I
have the train near lost. The car is coming for
me and I'll make no delay now but to set out.

_(Sings.)_

"Oh the French are on the sea,
Says the Sean Van Vocht,
Oh the French are on the sea,
Says the Sean Van Vocht,

Oh the French are in the bay,
They'll be here without delay,
And the Orange will decay,
Says the Sean Van Vocht!"

Here now is my little pack. You were saying,
Thomas Flannery, you would be lending me the
loan of your umbrella.

_Flannery_: Ah, what umbrella? There's no fear
of rain.

_Conan: (Taking it.)_ You to have proffered it
I would not refuse it.

_Flannery: (Seizing it.)_ I don't know. I have
to mind my own property. It might not serve
it to be loaning it to this one and that. It might
leave the ribs of it bare.

_Conan_: That's the way with the whole of ye. I
to give you my heart's blood you'd turn me upside
down for a pint of porter!

_Flannery_: I see no sense or charity in lending to
another anything that might be of profit to myself.

_Conan_: Let you keep it so! That your ribs may
be as bare as its own ribs that are bursting out
through the cloth!

_Rock_: Do not give heed to him, Conan. There
is in this bag _(takes it out)_ what will bring you every
whole thing you might be wanting in the town.
_(Takes out notes and gold and gives them.)_

_Conan_: It is only a small share I'll ask the lend of.

_Rock_: The lend of! No, but a free gift!

_Conan_: Well now, aren't you turned to be very
kind? _(Takes notes.)_

_Rock_: Put that back in the bag. Here it is, the
whole of it. Five and fifty pounds. Take it and
welcome! It is yourself will make a good use of
it laying it out upon the needy and the poor.
Changing all for their benefit and their good! Oh,
since St. Bridget spread her cloak upon the Curragh
this is the most day and the happiest day ever
came to Ireland.

_Conan: (