PADNA (pointing to pint measures) Fill 'em again, ma'am, please. MRS. COTTER (taking pints, and wiping table) Fill 'em again, is it? Indeed I won't do any such thing. MICUS Indeed you will, Mrs. Cotter. MRS. COTTER Don't you know that 'tis Sunday night, an' that the police might call any minute? MICUS (disdainfully) The police PADNA Bad luck to them MICUS Amen MRS. COTTER This will be the last drink that any one will get in this house to-night. Exit. MICUS 'Tis a nice state of affairs to think that dacent men, after a hard week's work, can't have a drink in pace and quietness in the town...
PADNA (pointing to pint measures) Fill 'em again, ma'am, please. MRS. COTTER (taking pints, and wiping table) Fill 'em again, is it? Indeed I won't do...