cheering him. Oh, I'm raving with a madness that would fright the world! (He sits down with his hand to his head.) There was one time I seen ten scarlet divils letting on they'd cork my spirit in a gallon can; and one time I seen rats as big as badgers sucking the life-blood from the butt of my lug; but I never till this day confused that dribbling idiot with a likely man. I'm destroyed surely.
WIDOW QUIN.
And who'd wonder when it's your brain-pan that is gaping now?
MAHON.
Then the blight of the sacred drouth upon myself and him, for I never went mad to this day, and I not three weeks with the Limerick girls drinking myself silly and parlatic from the dusk to dawn. (To Widow Quin, suddenly.) Is my visage astray?
WIDOW QUIN.
It is, then. You're a sniggering maniac, a child could see.
MAHON, getting up more cheerfully.
Then I'd best be going to the union beyond, and there'll be a welcome before me, I tell you
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