Shawn Early: Nothing at all but some lads that were running in pursuit of a dog.

Bartley Fallon: Near knocked us they did, and they coming round the corner of the wall.

Hyacinth Halvey: Is it that it was a mad dog?

Peter Tannian: Ah, what mad?  Mad dogs are done away with now by the head Government and muzzles and the police.

Bartley Fallon: They are more watchful over them than they used.  But all the same, you to see a strange dog afar off, you would be uneasy, thinking it might be yourself he would be searching out as his prey.

Mrs. Broderick: Sure, there did a dog go mad through Galway, and the whole town rose against him, and flocked him into a corner, and shot him there.  He did no harm after, he being made an end of at the first.

Shawn Early: It might be that dog they were pursuing after was mad, on the head of being under the full moon.

Cracked Mary:  (Jumping up excitedly.) That mad dog, he is a Dublin dog; he is betune you and Belfast—­he is running ahead—­you couldn’t keep up with him.

Hyacinth Halvey: There is one, so, mad upon the road.

Cracked Mary: There is police after him, but they cannot come up with him; he destroyed a splendid sow; nine bonavs they buried or less.

Shawn Early: What place is he gone now?

Cracked Mary: He made off towards Craughwell, and he bit a fine young man.

Bartley Fallen: So he would too.  Sure, when a mad dog would be going about, on horseback or wherever you are, you’re ruined.

Cracked Mary: That dog is going on all the time; he wouldn’t stop, but go ahead and bring that mouthful with him.  He is still on the road; he is keeping the middle of the road; they say he is as big as a calf.

Hyacinth Halvey: It is the police I have a right to forewarn to go after him.

Cracked Mary: The motor cars is going to get out to track him, for fear he would destroy the world!

Mrs. Broderick: That is a very nice thought now, to be sending the motor cars after him to overturn and to crush him the same as an ass-car in their path.

Cracked Mary: You can’t save yourself from a dog; he is after his own equals, dogs.  He is doing every harm.  They are out night and day.

Shawn Early: Sure, a mad dog would go from this to Kinvara in a half a minute, like the train.

Cracked Mary: He won’t stay in this country down—­he goes the straight road—­he takes by the wind.  He is as big as a yearling calf.

Mrs. Broderick: I wouldn’t ever forgive myself I to see him.

Cracked Mary: He is not very heavy yet.  There is only the relics in him.

Hyacinth Halvey: They have a right to bring their rifles in their hand.

Cracked Mary: The police is afraid of their life.  They wrote for motor cars to follow him.  Sure, he’d destroy the beasts of the field.  A milch cow, he to grab at her, she’s settled.  Terrible wicked he is; he’s as big as five dogs, and he does be very strong.  I hope in the Lord he’ll be caught.  It will be a blessing from the Almighty God to kill that dog.