Taig: I would recognise the signs of a big man.  I wish I was within in his kitchen.  There is a pinch of hunger within in my heart.

Darby: So there is within in myself.

Taig: Is there nothing at all in the bag?

Darby: It is a bit of a salted herring.

Taig: Why wouldn’t you use it?

Darby: I would be delicate coming before him and the smell of it to be on me, and all the grand meats will be at his table.

Taig:  (Showing a bottle.) The full of a pint I have of porter, that fell from a tinker’s car.

Darby: I wonder you would not swallow it down for to keep courage in your mind.

Taig: It is what I am thinking, I to take it fasting, it might put confusion and wildness in my head.  I would wish, and I meeting with him, my wits to be of the one clearness with his own.  It is not long to be waiting; it is in claret I will be quenching my thirst to-night, or in punch!

Darby:  (Looking out.) I am nearly in dread meeting Timothy, fearing I will not be pleasing to him, and I not acquainted with his habits.

Taig: I would not be afeard, and Dermot to come sparkling in, and seven horses in his coach.

Darby: What way can I come before him at all?  I would be better pleased you to personate me and to stand up to him in my place.

Taig: Any person to put orders on me, or to bid me change my habits, I’d give no heed!  I’d stand up to him in the spite of his teeth!

Darby: If it wasn’t for the hearthfires to be slackened with the springtime, and my work to be lessened with the strengthening of the sun, I’d sooner not see him till another moon is passed, or two moons.

Taig: He to bid me read out the news of the world, taking me to be a scholar, I’d give him words that are in no books!  I’d give him newses!  I’d knock rights out of him or any one I ever seen.

Darby: I could speak only of my trade.  The boundaries of the world to be between us, I’m thinking I’d never ask to go cross them at all.

Taig: He to go into Court swearing witnesses and to bring me along with him to face the judges and the whole troop of the police, I’d go bail I’ll be no way daunted or scared.

Darby: What way can I keep company with him?  I that was partly reared in the workhouse.  And he having a star on his hat and a golden apple in his hand.  He will maybe be bidding me to scour myself with soapy water all the Sundays and Holy days of the year!  I tell you I am getting low hearted.  I pray to the Lord to forgive me where I did not go under the schoolmaster’s rod!

Taig: I that will shape crampy words the same as any scholar at all!  I’ll let on to be a master of learning and of Latin!

Darby: Ah, what letting on?  It is Timothy will look through me the same as if my eyes were windows, and my thoughts standing as plain as cattle under the risen sun!  It is easier letting on to have knowledge than to put on manners and behaviour.