Shawn Early: It is best keep out of his reach.

Bartley Fallon: The way I have this fixed, there is no person will be the worse for me.  I to rush down the street and to meet with my most enemy in some lonesome craggy place, it would fail me, and I thrusting for it to scatter any share of poison in his body or to sink my teeth in his skin.  I wouldn’t wonder I to have hung for some of you, and that plan not to have come into my head.

   (Whistle of train heard.)

Hyacinth Halvey:  (Getting up.) I have my mind made up, I am going out of this on that train.

Peter Tannian: You are not going so easy as what you think.

Hyacinth Halvey: Let you mind your own business.

Peter Tannian: I am well able to mind it.

Hyacinth Halvey:  (Throwing off top-coat.) You cannot keep me here.

Peter Tannian: Give me a hand with the chain.
   (They throw it round Hyacinth and hold him.)

Hyacinth Halvey: Is it out of your senses you are gone?

Peter Tannian: Not at all, but yourself that is gone raving mad from the fury and the strength of some dog.

Miss Joyce:  (At door.) Are you there, Hyacinth Halvey?  The train is in.  Come forward now, and give a welcome to his Reverence.

Hyacinth Halvey: Let me go out of this!

Miss Joyce: You are near late as it is.  The train is about to start.

Hyacinth Halvey: Let me go, or I’ll tear the heart out of ye!

Shawn Early: Oh, he is stark, staring mad!

Hyacinth Halvey: Mad, am I?  Bit by a dog, am I?  You’ll see am I mad!  I’ll show madness to you!  Let go your hold or I’ll skin you!  I’ll destroy you!  I’ll bite you!  I’m a red enemy to the whole of you!  Leave go your grip!  Yes, I’m mad!  Bow wow wow, wow wow!

   (They let go and fall back in terror, and he rushes out of the
    door.)

Miss Joyce: What at all has happened?  Where is he gone?

Shawn Early: To the train he is gone, and away in it he is gone.

Miss Joyce: He gave some sort of a bark or a howl.

Shawn Early: He is gone clean mad.  Great arguing he had, and leaping and roaring.

Bartley Fallon: (Taking off crate.) He went very near to tear us all asunder.  I declare I amn’t worth a match.

Mrs. Broderick: He made a reel in my head, till I don’t know am I right myself.

Shawn Early: Bawling his life out, tearing his clothes, tearing and eating them.  Look at his top-coat he left after him.

Bartley Fallon: He poured all over with pure white foam.

Peter Tannian: There now is an end of your elegant man.

Shawn Early: Bit he was with the mad dog that went tearing, and lads chasing him a while ago.