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stocking or stitching a shift; and odd times again looking out on the schooners, hookers, trawlers is sailing the sea, and I thinking on the gallant hairy fellows are drifting beyond, and myself long years living alone.
Christy
Interested. Youāre like me, so.
Widow Quin
I am your like, and itās for that Iām taking a fancy to you, and I with my little houseen above where thereād be myself to tend you, and none to ask were you a murderer or what at all.
Christy
And what would I be doing if I left Pegeen?
Widow Quin
Iāve nice jobs you could be doing, gathering shells to make a whitewash for our hut within, building up a little goose-house, or stretching a new skin on an old curragh I have, and if my hut is far from all sides, itās there youāll meet the wisest old men, I tell you, at the corner of my wheel, and itās there yourself and me will have great times whispering and hugging.ā āā ā¦
Voices
Outside, calling far away. Christy! Christy Mahon! Christy!
Christy
Is it Pegeen Mike?
Widow Quin
Itās the young girls, Iām thinking, coming to bring you to the sports below, and what is it youāll have me to tell them now?
Christy
Aid me for to win Pegeen. Itās herself only that Iām seeking now. Widow Quin gets up and goes to window. Aid me for to win her, and Iāll be asking God to stretch a hand to you in the hour of death, and lead you shortcuts through the Meadows of Ease, and up the floor of Heaven to the Footstool of the Virginās Son.
Widow Quin
Thereās praying.
Voices
Nearer. Christy! Christy Mahon!
Christy
With agitation. Theyāre coming. Will you swear to aid and save me for the love of Christ?
Widow Quin
Looks at him for a moment. If I aid you, will you swear to give me a right of way I want, and a mountainy ram, and a load of dung at Michaelmas, the time that youāll be master here?
Christy
I will, by the elements and stars of night.
Widow Quin
Then weāll not say a word of the old fellow, the way Pegeen wonāt know your story till the end of time.
Christy
And if he chances to return again?
Widow Quin
Weāll swear heās a maniac and not your da. I could take an oath I seen him raving on the sands today.
Girls run in.
Susan
Come on to the sports below. Pegeen says youāre to come.
Sara
The leppingās beginning, and weāve a jockeyās suit to fit upon you for the mule race on the sands below.
Honor
Come on, will you?
Christy
I will then if Pegeenās beyond.
Sara
Sheās in the boreen making game of Shaneen Keogh.
Christy
Then Iāll be going to her now. He runs out followed by the girls.
Widow Quin
Well, if the worst comes in the end of all, itāll be great game to see thereās none to pity him but a widow woman, the like of me, has buried her children and destroyed her man. She goes out.
Curtain.
Act III
Scene as before. Later in the day. Jimmy comes in, slightly drunk.
Jimmy Calls. Pegeen! Crosses to inner door. Pegeen Mike! Comes back again into the room. Pegeen! Philly comes in in the same state. To Philly. Did you see herself? Philly I did not; but I sent Shawn Keogh with the ass cart for to bear him home. Trying cupboards which are locked. Well, isnāt he a nasty man to get into such staggers at a morning wake; and isnāt herself the divilās daughter for locking, and she so fussy after that young gaffer, you might take your death with drought and none to heed you? Jimmy Itās little wonder sheād be fussy, and he after bringing bankrupt ruin on the roulette man, and the trick-oā-the-loop man, and breaking the nose of the cockshot-man, and winning all in the sports below, racing, lepping, dancing, and the Lord knows what! Heās right luck, Iām telling you. Philly If he has, heāll be rightly hobbled yet, and he not able to say ten words without making a brag of the way he killed his father, and the great blow he hit with the loy. Jimmy A man canāt hang by his own informing, and his father should be rotten by now. Old Mahon passes window slowly. Philly Supposing a manās digging spuds in that field with a long spade, and supposing he flings up the two halves of that skull, whatāll be said then in the papers and the courts of law? Jimmy Theyād say it was an old Dane, maybe, was drowned in the flood. Old Mahon comes in and sits down near door listening. Did you never hear tell of the skulls they have in the city of Dublin, ranged out like blue jugs in a cabin of Connaught? Philly And you believe that? Jimmy Pugnaciously. Didnāt a lad see them and he after coming from harvesting in the Liverpool boat? āThey have them there,ā says he, āmaking a show of the great people there was one time walking the world. White skulls and black skulls and yellow skulls, and some with full teeth, and some havenāt only but one.ā Philly It was no lie, maybe, for when I was a young lad there was a graveyard beyond the house with the remnants of a man who had thighs as long as your arm. He was a horrid man, Iām telling you, and there was many a fine Sunday Iād put him together for fun, and he with shiny bones, you wouldnāt meet the like of these days in the cities of the world. Mahon Getting up. You wouldnāt is it? Lay your eyes on that skull, and tell me where and when there was another the like of it, is splintered only from the blow of a loy. Philly Glory be to God! And who hit youFree ebook Ā«The Playboy of the Western World J. M. Synge (psychology books to read .TXT) šĀ» - read online now
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