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 OTHER
 * Don't scold him. Poor dear, he'll be all right yet.
 * [They move away.]

A LAD [coming with a whole crowd of others from the dancing-green].
 * Peer, have some brandy?

PEER
 * No.

THE LAD
 * Only a drain?

PEER [looking darkly at him].
 * Got any?

THE LAD
 * Well, I won't say but I have.
 * [Pulls out a pocket-flask and drinks.]
 * Ah! How it stings your throat!-Well?

PEER [Drinks.]
 * Let me try it.

ANOTHER LAD
 * Now you must try mine as well, you know.

PEER
 * No!

THE LAD
 * Oh, nonsense; now don't be a fool.
 * Take a pull, Peer!