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and have you no shame, Michael James, to be quitting off for the whole night, and leaving myself lonesome in the shop?
Michael
Good-humouredly. Isnāt it the same whether I go for the whole night or a part only? and Iām thinking itās a queer daughter you are if youād have me crossing backward through the Stooks of the Dead Women, with a drop taken.
Pegeen
If I am a queer daughter, itās a queer fatherād be leaving me lonesome these twelve hours of dark, and I piling the turf with the dogs barking, and the calves mooing, and my own teeth rattling with the fear.
Jimmy
Flatteringly. What is there to hurt you, and you a fine, hardy girl would knock the head of any two men in the place?
Pegeen
Working herself up. Isnāt there the harvest boys with their tongues red for drink, and the ten tinkers is camped in the east glen, and the thousand militiaā ābad cess to them!ā āwalking idle through the land. Thereās lots surely to hurt me, and I wonāt stop alone in it, let himself do what he will.
Michael
If youāre that afeard, let Shawn Keogh stop along with you. Itās the will of God, Iām thinking, himself should be seeing to you now. They all turn on Shawn.
Shawn
In horrified confusion. I would and welcome, Michael James, but Iām afeard of Father Reilly; and what at all would the Holy Father and the Cardinals of Rome be saying if they heard I did the like of that?
Michael
With contempt. God help you! Canāt you sit in by the hearth with the light lit and herself beyond in the room? Youāll do that surely, for Iāve heard tell thereās a queer fellow above, going mad or getting his death, maybe, in the grip of the ditch, so sheād be safer this night with a person here.
Shawn
With plaintive despair. Iām afeard of Father Reilly, Iām saying. Let you not be tempting me, and we near married itself.
Philly
With cold contempt. Lock him in the west room. Heāll stay then and have no sin to be telling to the priest.
Michael
To Shawn, getting between him and the door. Go up now.
Shawn
At the top of his voice. Donāt stop me, Michael James. Let me out of the door, Iām saying, for the love of the Almighty God. Let me out Trying to dodge past him.. Let me out of it, and may God grant you His indulgence in the hour of need.
Michael
Loudly. Stop your noising, and sit down by the hearth. Gives him a push and goes to counter laughing.
Shawn
Turning back, wringing his hands. Oh, Father Reilly and the saints of God, where will I hide myself today? Oh, St. Joseph and St. Patrick and St. Brigid, and St. James, have mercy on me now! Shawn turns round, sees door clear, and makes a rush for it.
Michael
Catching him by the coattail. Youād be going, is it?
Shawn
Screaming. Leave me go, Michael James, leave me go, you old Pagan, leave me go, or Iāll get the curse of the priests on you, and of the scarlet-coated bishops of the courts of Rome. With a sudden movement he pulls himself out of his coat, and disappears out of the door, leaving his coat in Michaelās hands.
Michael
Turning round, and holding up coat. Well, thereās the coat of a Christian man. Oh, thereās sainted glory this day in the lonesome west; and by the will of God Iāve got you a decent man, Pegeen, youāll have no call to be spying after if youāve a score of young girls, maybe, weeding in your fields.
Pegeen
Taking up the defence of her property. What right have you to be making game of a poor fellow for minding the priest, when itās your own the fault is, not paying a penny potboy to stand along with me and give me courage in the doing of my work? She snaps the coat away from him, and goes behind counter with it.
Michael
Taken aback. Where would I get a potboy? Would you have me send the bellman screaming in the streets of Castlebar?
Shawn
Opening the door a chink and putting in his head, in a small voice. Michael James!
Michael
Imitating him. What ails you?
Shawn
The queer dying fellowās beyond looking over the ditch. Heās come up, Iām thinking, stealing your hens. Looks over his shoulder. God help me, heās following me now, He runs into room. and if heās heard what I said, heāll be having my life, and I going home lonesome in the darkness of the night.
For a perceptible moment they watch the door with curiosity. Someone coughs outside. Then Christy Mahon, a slight young man, comes in very tired and frightened and dirty.
Christy
In a small voice. God save all here!
Men
God save you kindly.
Christy
Going to the counter. Iād trouble you for a glass of porter, woman of the house. He puts down coin.
Pegeen
Serving him. Youāre one of the tinkers, young fellow, is beyond camped in the glen?
Christy
I am not; but Iām destroyed walking.
Michael
Patronizingly. Let you come up then to the fire. Youāre looking famished with the cold.
Christy
God reward you. He takes up his glass and goes a little way across to the left, then stops and looks about him. Is it often the police do be coming into this place, master of the house?
Michael
If youād come in better hours, youād have seen āLicensed for the sale of Beer and Spirits, to be consumed on the premises,ā written in white letters above the door, and what would the polis want spying on me, and not a decent house within four miles, the way every living Christian is a bona fide, saving one widow alone?
Christy
With relief. Itās a safe house,
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