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 And leave us to hang, is it, for a saucy liar, the like of you? (To men.) Take him on, out from this.

Pull a twist on his neck, and squeeze him so.

Twist yourself. Sure he cannot hurt you, if you keep your distance from his teeth alone.

I'm afeard of him. (To Pegeen.) Lift a lighted sod, will you, and scorch his leg.

Leave go now, young fellow, or I'll scorch your shins.

You're blowing for to torture me. (His voice rising and growing stronger.) That's your kind, is it? Then let the lot of you be wary, for, if I've to face the gallows, I'll have a gay march down, I tell you, and shed the blood of some of you before I die.