After all this, it's not enough
From the man of cows--a half-ounce of snuff!
(_One of the girls hands the snuff round; they laugh and sneeze, taking
pinches of it._)
OLD FARMER. My soul to the devil, Seagan, do the thing
decently. Give out one of those fleeces you have in the cart with you.
MISER. I never saw the like of you for fools since I was born.
Is it mad you are?
ALL. From the man of cows, a half-ounce of snuff!
MISER. Oh, _maisead_, if there must be a present put down, take
the fleece, and my share of misfortune on you! (_Three or four of the
boys run out._)
OLD FARMER. Aurah, Seagan, what is your opinion of Raftery now?
He has you destroyed worse than the bush! (_The boys come back, a fleece
with them._)
BOY. Here is the fleece, and it's very heavy it is. (_They put
it down, and there falls a little bag out of it that bursts and scatters
the money here and there on the floor._)
MISER. Ub-ub-bu! That is my share of money scattered on me that
I got for my calves. (_He stoops down to gather it together. All the
people burst out laughing again._)
OLD FARMER. _Maisead_, Seagan, where did you get the money? You
told us you didn't sell your share of calves.