Peter Tannian: I use no food but clean food.

Hyacinth Halvey: To be giddy in the head is a sign, and to be talking of things that passed years ago.

Peter Tannian: I am talking of nothing but the thing I have a right to talk of.

Mrs. Broderick: To be nervous and thinking and pausing, and playing with knicknacks.

Peter Tannian: It never was my habit to be playing with knicknacks.

Bartley Fallon: When the master in the school where I was went queer, he beat me with two clean rods, and wrote my name with my own blood.

Mrs. Broderick: To take the shoe off their foot, and to hit out right and left with it, bawling their life out, tearing their clothes, scattering and casting them in every part; or to run naked through the town, and all the people after them.

Shawn Early: To be jumping the height of trees they do be, and all the people striving to slacken them.

Hyacinth Halvey: To steal prayer-books and rosaries, and to be saying prayers they never could keep in mind before.

Mrs. Broderick: Very strong, that they could leap a wall—­jumping and pushing and kicking—­or to tie people to one another with a rope.

Shawn Early: Any fear of any person here being violent, Mr. Halvey will get him put under restraint.

Peter Tannian: Is it myself you are thinking to put under restraint?  Would a man would be pushing and kicking and tearing his clothes, be able to do arithmetic on a board?  Look now at that. (Chalks figures on door.) Three and three makes six!—­and three—­

Mrs. Broderick: I’m no hand at figuring, but I can say out a blessed hymn, what any person with the mind gone contrary in them could not do.  Hearken now till you’ll know is there confusion in my mind. (Sings.)

  Mary Broderick is my name;
    Fiddane was my station;
  Cloon is my dwelling-place;
    And (I hope) heaven is my destination.

  Mary Broderick is my name,
    Cloon was my—­

Cracked Mary: (With a cackle of delight.) Give heed to them now, Davideen!  That’s the way the crazed people used to be going on in the place where I was, every one thinking the other to be cracked.

Hyacinth Halvey: (To Tannian.) Look now at your great figuring!  Argus with his hundred eyes wouldn’t know is that a nought or is it a nine without a tail.

Peter Tannian: Leave that blame on a little ridge that is in the nature of the chalk.  Look now at Mary Broderick, that it has failed to word out her verse.

Mrs. Broderick: Ah, what signifies?  I’d never get light greatly.  It wouldn’t be worth while I to go mad.

   (Bartley Fallon gives a deep groan.)

Shawn Early: What is on you, Bartley?

Bartley Fallon: I’m in dread it is I myself has got the venom into my blood.