HEAD (holding chair over his head)
Once more I demand the kay in the name of His
Majesty the King, before I puts the legs o’ the chair
flyin’ through the ledges.

MRS. COTTER (crying, hands key)
Oh, wisha, what’ll I do at all?

HEAD (taking key)
You’ll be told that later on, ma’am.

MRS. COTTER
They are only two neighbors like y’erselves.  Can’t
ye go away an’ lave ’em alone?

HEAD (placing key)
Not a word now, ma’am, for anythin’ that you will
say or won’t say must be used in evidence ag’inst ye.

PADNA (singing)
“Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight? 
  Who blushes at the name? 
When cowards mock the patriots’ fate,
  Who hangs his head for shame? 
He’s all a knave or half a slave,
  Who slights his country thus: 
But true men, like you, men,
  Will drink your glass with us.”

HEAD (to Mrs. Cotter) That’s a nice song to be singin’ on a licensed premises, ma’am.  ’Twould cause a riot if there was enough o’ people about.  No less than raidin’ the police barracks would satisfy the likes o’ that songster if he was left at large. (Opens door.  Padna and Micus stagger on to the floor.  They fall but get on their feet again) What are ye doin’ here?

PADNA
What the devil is that to you?

MICUS
Or to any one else either?

HEAD
Do ye know that this is a licensed premises?

PADNA (looking at Micus)
Of course we do.

HEAD
An’ do ye know that this is Sunday night an’ that
I’m the Head Constable, an’ that one o’ these min
here is the Sergeant an’ the other is the Constable?

PADNA (buttons his coat and looks defiantly at them)
An’ do ye know that I’m Padna Sweeney from Clashbeg?

MICUS (also buttons his coat and looks aggressively at
Head)
An’ that I’m his old pal Micus Goggin from Castleclover?

PADNA (as he staggers)
Don’t mind him, Micus.  He’s drunk.

HEAD
What’s that you’re sayin’?  Who’s drunk?

PADNA
Be jaikus, ye’re all drunk.

MICUS
Come on away home, Padna, an’ don’t mind them.
They’re a bad lot.

PADNA
The smell o’ drink from ’em is awful.

MICUS
‘Tis disgustin’.  I wouldn’t be seen in their company. 
Padna.  Come on away.

HEAD (to Sergeant and Constable)
Arrest these min!

PADNA
Do ye hear that, Micus?

MICUS (opening his coat)
I do, but I won’t be insulted be the likes o’ them.

PADNA (opening his coat also)
Nayther will I!

HEAD (indignantly)
Why don’t ye arrest these min, I say?

PADNA and MICUS (together) Arrest us, is it? (They take off their coats, throw them on the ground, and take their stand like pugilists) Come on, now, and arrest us!