Taig: I will do that.  I will be your serving man.

Darby: Ah, you are going too far in that.

Taig: It’s my born duty to do that much.  I’ll bring your dinner before you, if I can be anyway pleasing to you; you that is used to wealthy people.

Darby: Indeed I was often in a house having up to twenty chimneys.

Taig: You are a rare good man, nothing short of it, and you going as you did so high in the world.

Darby: Any person would go high before he would put his hand out through the top of a chimney.

Taig: Having full and plenty of every good thing.

Darby: I saw nothing so plentiful as soot.  There is not the equal of it nourishing a garden.  It would turn every crop blue, being so good.

Taig:  (Weeping.) It is a very unkind thing to go drawing chimneys down on me and soot, and you having all that ever was!

Darby: Little enough I have or ever had.

Taig: To be casting up my trade against me, I being poor and hungry, and you having coins and tokens from all the goldpits of the world.

Darby: I wish I ever handled a coin of gold in my lifetime.

Taig: To speak despisingly, not pitiful.  And I thinking the chimney sweeping would be forgot and not reproached to me, if you have handled the fooleries and watches of the world, that you don’t know the end of your riches!

Darby: I am maybe getting your meaning wrong, your tongue being a little hard and sharp because you are Englified, but I am without new learnments and so I speak flat.

Taig: You to have the millions of King Solomon, you have no right to be putting reflections on me!  I would never behave that way, and housefuls to fall into my hand.

Darby: You are striving to put ridicule on me and to make a fool of me.  That is a very unseemly thing to do!  I that did not ask to go hide the bag or the brush.

Taig: There you are going on again.  Is it to the customers in your shops you will be giving out that it was my lot to go through the world as a sweep?

Darby: Customers and shops!  Will you stop your funning?  Let you quit mocking and making a sport of me!  That is very bad acting behaviour.

Taig: Striving to blacken my face again at the time I had it washed pure white.  You surely have a heart of marble.

Darby: What way at all can you be putting such a rascally say out of your mouth?  I’ll take no more talk from you, I to be twenty-two degrees lower than the Hottentots!

Taig: If you are my full cousin Dermot Melody I’ll make you quit talking of soot!

Darby: I’ll take no more talk from yourself!

Taig: Have a care now!

Darby: Have a care yourself!

   (Each gives the other a push.  They stumble and fall, sitting
   facing one another.  Darby’s hat falls off.)