Taig: We have nothing to do but to starve with the hunger, and you being as bare as myself.

Darby: We are in a bad shift surely.  We must perish with the want of support.  It is one of the tricks of the world does be played upon the children of Adam.

Taig: All we have to do is to crawl to the poorhouse gate.  Or to go dig a pit in the graveyard, as it is short till we’ll be stretched there with the want of food.

Darby: Food is it?  There is nothing at this time against me eating my bit of a herring.

   (Seizes it and takes a bite.)

Taig: Give me a divide of it.

Darby: Give me a drop of your own porter so, is in the bottle.  There need be no dread on you now, of you being no match for your grand man.

Taig: That is so. (Drinks.) I’ll strive no more to fit myself for high quality relations.  I am free from patterns of high up cousins from this out.  I’ll be a pattern to myself.

Darby: I am well content being free of you, the way you were pictured to be.  I declare to my goodness, the name of you put terror on me through the whole of my lifetime, and your image to be clogging and checking me on every side.

Taig: To be thinking of you being in the world was a holy terror to myself.  I give you my word you came through my sleep the same as a scarecrow or a dragon.

Darby: It is great things I will be doing from this out, we two having nothing to cast up against one another.  To be quit of Timothy the bogie and to get Taig for a comrade, I’m as proud as the Crown of France!

Taig: I’m in dread of neither bumble or bagman or bugaboo!  I will regulate things from myself from this out.

Darby: There to be fineness of living in the world, why wouldn’t I make it out for myself?

Taig: It is to the harbours of America we will work our way across the wideness of the sea.  It is well able we should be to go mounting up aloft in ropes.  Come on Darby out of this!

Darby: There is magic and mastery come into me!  This day has put wings to my heart!

Taig: Be easy now.  We are maybe not clear of the chimneys yet.

Darby: What signifies chimneys?  We’ll go up in them till we’ll take a view of the Seven Stars!  It is out beyond the hills of Burren I will cast my eye, till I’ll see the three gates of Heaven!

Taig: It’s like enough, luck will flow to you.  The way most people fail is in not keeping up the heart.  Faith, it’s well you have myself to mind you.  Gather up now your brush and your bag.

   (They go to the door holding each other’s hands and singing: 
   “All in my hat I will cock a blue feather,” etc.)

Curtain

THE FULL MOON

  TO ALL SANE PEOPLE IN OR OUT OF CLOON
  WHO KNOW THEIR NEIGHBOURS TO BE
  NATURALLY CRACKED OR SOMEWAY QUEER
  OR TO HAVE GONE WRONG IN THE HEAD.