Ralph: There is no person having sense, but would take means, by hook or by crook, to make his pocket stiff and he to be given his fair chance.  It is to save you from starvation we are wishful to do, as much as to bring profit to ourselves.

Staffy: You not to follow our say you will be brought to burn green ferns to boil your victuals, or to devour the berries of the bush.

Simon: I would not wish a head to follow me and leap up on the table and wrestle me, or to drink against me with its gory mouth.

Staffy: You that have not the substance of a crane’s marrow, to go shrink from so small a bidding, let you go on the shaughraun or to the workhouse, where you would not take our advice.

Simon: I’ll go do your bidding so.  I will go bring out the crock.

Staffy: There is my whiteheaded boy!  I’ll keep a watch, the way Damer will not steal in on us without warning.

Ralph: He should have the key in some secret place.  It is best for you give the lock a blow of your foot.

Simon: I’ll do that.
   (He gives door a kick.  It opens easily.)

Delia: Was I right now saying Damer is turned innocent?  Sure the door was not locked at all.

Simon:  (Dragging out jar.) Here it is now.

Ralph: So it is and no mistake.

Staffy: There should be great weight in it.

Ralph: I am in dread it might work a hole down through the timber of the car.

Delia: Why wouldn’t we open it here?  It would be handier bringing it away in small divides.

Ralph: The way we would make sure of getting our own share at the last.

Delia: Let you draw out the cork from it.

Ralph: I don’t know can I lift it. (Stoops and lifts it easily.) The Lord protect and save us!  There is no weight in it at all!

Staffy:  (Seizing and shaking it.) Not a one penny in it but clean empty.  That beats all.

Delia: It is with banknotes it is stuffed that are deaf and do be giving out no sound. (She pokes in a knitting pin.) Nothing in it at all, but as bare as the canopy of heaven!

Ralph: There being nothing within in it, where now is the gold?

Staffy: Some person should have made away with it.

Delia: Some robber or some great rogue.  A terrible thing such ruffians to be around in the world!  To turn and rob a poor man of all he had spared and had earned.

Staffy: They have done him a great wrong surely, taking from him all he had of comfort in his life.

Ralph: My grief it is there being no more hangings for thieves, that are worse again than murderers that might do their deed out of heat.  It is thieving is the last crime.

Staffy: We to lay our hand on that vagabond we’ll give him cruelty will force him to Christian habits.