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[Act III
Brigid
He wouldn't let me, ma'am.
Archie
I'm not cold, mamma.
Bertha
I said you were to put it on, didn't I?
Archie
But where is the cold?
Bertha
[Takes a comb from her head and combs his hair back at both sides.] And the sleep is in your eyes still.
Brigid
He went to bed immediately after you went out last night, ma'am.
Archie
You know he's going to let me drive, mamma.
Bertha
[Replacing the comb in her hair, embraces him suddenly.] O, what a big man to drive a horse!
Brigid
Well, he's daft on horses, anyhow.
Archie
[Releasing himself.] I'll make him go quick. You will see from the window, mamma. With the whip. [He makes the gesture of cracking a whip and shouts at the top of his voice.] Avanti!
Brigid
Beat the poor horse, is it?
