MRS. COTTER (_taking pints, and wiping table_)
Fill 'em again, is it? Indeed I won't do any such thing.
MICUS
Indeed you will, Mrs. Cotter.
MRS. COTTER
Don't you know that 'tis Sunday night, an' that the police
might call any minute?
MICUS (_disdainfully_)
The police!
PADNA
Bad luck to them!
MICUS Amen!
MRS. COTTER
This will be the last drink that any one will get in
this house to-night.
[_Exit_.
MICUS
'Tis a nice state of affairs to think that dacent men,
after a hard week's work, can't have a drink in pace
and quietness in the town they were born and reared
in, without bein' scared out o' their senses by the
police!
PADNA
'Tis the hell of a thing, entirely! I don't see what's
gained be closin' the pubs at all, unless it be to give
the police somethin' to do.
MICUS
The overfed and undertaught bla'gards!
PADNA
As far as I can see, there's as much drink sold as if
the pubs were never closed.
MICUS
There is, an' more; for if it wasn't forbidden to drink
porter, it might be thought as little about as water.
PADNA
I don't believe that, Micus. Did you ever hear of a
pint or even a gallon of water makin' any one feel
like Napoleon?
[_Mrs. Cotter enters and places drinks on table_.
PADNA (_handing money_)
There ye are, ma'am.
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