Hyacinth: It is foolishness kept me in it ever since.  It is too big a name was put upon me.

Peter Tannian: It is the power of the moon is forcing the truth out of him.

Hyacinth Halvey: Every person in the town giving me out for more than I am.  I got too much of that in the heel.

Shawn Early: He is talking queer now anyway.

Hyacinth Halvey: Calling to me every little minute—­expecting me to do this thing and that thing—­watching me the same as a watchdog, their eyes as if fixed upon my face.

Mrs. Broderick: To be giving out such strange thoughts, he hasn’t much brains left around him.

Hyacinth Halvey:  I looking to be Clerk of the Union, and the place I had giving me enough to do, and too much to do.  Tied on this side, tied on that side.  I to be bothered with business through the holy livelong day!

Peter Tannian: It is good pay he got with it.  Eighty pounds a year doesn’t come on the wind.

Hyacinth Halvey: In danger to be linked and wed—­I never ambitioned it—­with a woman would want me to be earning through every day of the year.

Shawn Early: He is a gone man surely.

Hyacinth Hakey: The wide ridge of the world before me, and to have no one to look to for orders; that would be better than roast and boiled and all the comforts of the day.  I declare to goodness, and I ’d nearly take my oath, I ’d sooner be among a fleet of tinkers, than attending meetings of the Board!

Mrs. Broderick: If there are fairies in it, it is in the fairies he is.

Peter Tannian: Give me a hold of that chain.

Mrs. Broderick: What is it you are about to do?

Peter Tannian: To bind him to the chair I will before he will burst out wild mad.  Come over here, Bartley Fallon, and lend a hand if you can.

   (Bartley Fallon appears from corner with a chicken crate over
   his head.)

Mrs. Broderick: O Bartley, that is the strangest lightness ever I saw, to go bind a chicken crate around your skull!

Bartley Fallon: Will you tighten the knots I have tied, Peter Tannian!  I am in dread they might slacken or fail.

Shawn Early: Was there ever seen before this night such power to be in the moon!

Bartley Fallon: It would seem to be putting very wild unruly thoughts a-through me, stirring up whatever spleen or whatever relics was left in me by the nature of the dog.

Peter Tannian: Is it that you think those rods, spaced wide, as they are, will keep out the moon from entering your brain?

Bartley Fallon: There does great strength come at the time the wits would be driven out of a person.  I never was handled by a policeman—­but once—­and never hit a blow on any man.  I would not wish to destroy my neighbour or to have his blood on my hands.