Sean McGinley

Bill: [smirking] Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new army? A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags?

Priest Vallon: Now, now, Bill. You swore this was a battle between warriors, not a bunch of Miss Nancies. So warriors is what I brought.

O'Connell Guard leader: The O'Connell Guard!

Plug Ugly leader: The Plug Uglies!

Shirt Tail leader: The Shirt Tails!

Chichester leader: The Chichesters!

Forty Thieves leader: The Forty Thieves!

Priest Vallon: [after all the other gangs are gathered] Well, what do you think of us now, Bill? Together with the other five gangs, my new army matches the number with yours. What say you, brother?

Bill: [smiling; to his fellow natives; two Natives remove Bill's overcoat and top hat; Bill and the other Natives then arm themselves as the leader gives his pre-battle speech] Uh-huh. Well, I guess we're even now. So, let's get started, then. Bené? On my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat, we are met at this chosen ground to settle for good and all who holds sway over the Five Points: us Natives, born right-wise to this fine land, or the foreign hordes defiling it.

Natives: Yeah!!!

Priest Vallon: By the ancient laws of combat, I accept the challenge of the so-called "Natives". You plague our people at every turn. But from this day out, you shall plague us no more, for let it be known that the hand that tries to strike us from this land shall be swiftly cut down!

Dead Rabbits and other gangs: YEAH!!!

Bill: Then may the Christian Lord guide my hand against your Roman popery!

Priest Vallon: [Priest unsheathes his sword] Prepare to receive the true Lord!