Dai (enter with alarum) - Fadac, fellow, well met.

Fadac Prithee, sirrah, and well met. How goes Denmark?

Dai Well enough, but for a dearth of polkas. Cease thy ivory-squeezing anon - Take my Hopback Summer Lightning, and sip therefrom; You will find it a potent brew, and well-hopped, fruity and earthy too.

Fadac (with screwed-up mien) Verily, 'tis like the water of a northbound warthog.

Dai Shall I get you one in then?

Exeunt to bar, where much change-fumbling ensues. Singing of 'The Beverly Maid and the Tinker' begins, which clashes horribly with all the polkas, Steve Tilston and blugrass which has suddenly struck up.