Nora. I’m thinking it’s myself will be wheezing that time with lying down under the Heavens when the night is cold; but you’ve a fine bit of talk, stranger, and it’s with yourself I’ll go. (She goes towards the door, then turns to Dan.) You think it’s a grand thing you’re after doing with your letting on to be dead, but what is it at all? What way would a woman live in a lonesome place the like of this place, and she not making a talk with the men passing? And what way will yourself live from this day, with none to care you? What is it you’ll have now but a black life, Daniel Burke; and it’s not long, I’m telling you, till you’ll be lying again under that sheet, and you dead surely.

She goes out with the tramp. Michael is slinking after them, but Dan stops him.

Dan. Sit down now and take a little taste of the stuff, Michael Dara. There’s a great drouth on me, and the night is young.

Michael (coming back to the table). And it’s very dry I am, surely, with the fear of death you put on me, and I after driving mountain ewes since the turn of the day.

Dan (throwing away his stick). I was thinking to strike you, Michael Dara; but you’re a quiet man, God help you, and I don’t mind you at all. (He pours out two glasses of whisky, and gives one to Michael.) Your good health, Michael Dara.

Michael. God reward you, Daniel Burke, and may you have a long life and a quiet life, and good health with it.

They drink.

curtain.