BOYLE
You know the foreman o’ that job that’s goin’ on down in Killesther, don’t you, Joxer?
JOXER
[puzzled] Foreman – Killesther?
BOYLE
[with a meaning look] He’s a butty o’ yours, isn’t he?
JOXER
[the truth dawning on him]
The foreman at Killesther – oh, yis, yis. He’s an oul’ butty o’ mine – oh, he’s a darlin’ man, a daaarlin’ man.
BOYLE
Oh, then, it’s a sure thing. It’s a pity we didn’t go down at breakfast first thing this mornin’ – we might ha’ been working now; but you didn’t know it then.
JOXER
[with a shrug] It’s better late than never.
BOYLE
It’s nearly time we got a start, anyhow; I’m fed up knockin’ round, doin’ nothin’. He promised you – gave you the straight up?
JOXER
Yis. ‘Come down on the blow o’ dinner,’ says he, ‘an’ I’ll start you, an’ any friend you like to brin’ with you.’ ‘Ah,’ says I, ‘you’re a darlin’ man, a daaarlin’ man.’
Act 1