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youā€™re not wedding him at all? Pegeen I wouldnā€™t wed him if a bishop came walking for to join us here. Christy That God in glory may be thanked for that. Pegeen Thereā€™s your bed now. Iā€™ve put a quilt upon you Iā€™m after quilting a while since with my own two hands, and youā€™d best stretch out now for your sleep, and may God give you a good rest till I call you in the morning when the cocks will crow. Christy As she goes to inner room. May God and Mary and St. Patrick bless you and reward you, for your kindly talk. She shuts the door behind her. He settles his bed slowly, feeling the quilt with immense satisfaction. Well, itā€™s a clean bed and soft with it, and itā€™s great luck and company Iā€™ve won me in the end of timeā ā€”two fine women fighting for the likes of meā ā€”till Iā€™m thinking this night wasnā€™t I a foolish fellow not to kill my father in the years gone by. Curtain. Act II

Scene as before. Brilliant morning light. Christy, looking bright and cheerful, is cleaning a girlā€™s boots.

Christy To himself, counting jugs on dresser. Half a hundred beyond. Ten there. A score thatā€™s above. Eighty jugs. Six cups and a broken one. Two plates. A power of glasses. Bottles, a schoolmasterā€™d be hard set to count, and enough in them, Iā€™m thinking, to drunken all the wealth and wisdom of the County Clare. He puts down the boot carefully. Thereā€™s her boots now, nice and decent for her evening use, and isnā€™t it grand brushes she has? He puts them down and goes by degrees to the looking glass. Well, thisā€™d be a fine place to be my whole life talking out with swearing Christians, in place of my old dogs and cat, and I stalking around, smoking my pipe and drinking my fill, and never a dayā€™s work but drawing a cork an odd time, or wiping a glass, or rinsing out a shiny tumbler for a decent man. He takes the looking glass from the wall and puts it on the back of a chair; then sits down in front of it and begins washing his face. Didnā€™t I know rightly I was handsome, though it was the divilā€™s own mirror we had beyond, would twist a squint across an angelā€™s brow; and Iā€™ll be growing fine from this day, the way Iā€™ll have a soft lovely skin on me and wonā€™t be the like of the clumsy young fellows do be ploughing all times in the earth and dung. He starts. Is she coming again? He looks out. Stranger girls. God help me, whereā€™ll I hide myself away and my long neck naked to the world? He looks out. Iā€™d best go to the room maybe till Iā€™m dressed again. He gathers up his coat and the looking glass, and runs into the inner room. The door is pushed open, and Susan Brady looks in, and knocks on door. Susan Thereā€™s nobody in it. Knocks again. Nelly Pushing her in and following her, with Honor Blake and Sara Tansey. Itā€™d be early for them both to be out walking the hill. Susan Iā€™m thinking Shawn Keogh was making game of us and thereā€™s no such man in it at all. Honor Pointing to straw and quilt. Look at that. Heā€™s been sleeping there in the night. Well, itā€™ll be a hard case if heā€™s gone off now, the way weā€™ll never set our eyes on a man killed his father, and we after rising early and destroying ourselves running fast on the hill. Nelly Are you thinking themā€™s his boots? Sara Taking them up. If they are, there should be his fatherā€™s track on them. Did you never read in the papers the way murdered men do bleed and drip? Susan Is that blood there, Sara Tansey? Sara Smelling it. Thatā€™s bog water, Iā€™m thinking, but itā€™s his own they are surely, for I never seen the like of them for whity mud, and red mud, and turf on them, and the fine sands of the sea. That manā€™s been walking, Iā€™m telling you. She goes down right, putting on one of his boots. Susan Going to window. Maybe heā€™s stolen off to Belmullet with the boots of Michael James, and youā€™d have a right so to follow after him, Sara Tansey, and you the one yoked the ass cart and drove ten miles to set your eyes on the man bit the yellow ladyā€™s nostril on the northern shore. She looks out. Sara Running to window with one boot on. Donā€™t be talking, and we fooled today. Putting on other boot. Thereā€™s a pair do fit me well, and Iā€™ll be keeping them for walking to the priest, when youā€™d be ashamed this place, going up winter and summer with nothing worth while to confess at all. Honor Who has been listening at the door. Whisht! thereā€™s someone inside the room. She pushes door a chink open. Itā€™s a man. Sara kicks off boots and puts them where they were. They all stand in a line looking through chink. Sara Iā€™ll call him. Mister! Mister! He puts in his head. Is Pegeen within? Christy Coming in as meek as a mouse, with the looking glass held behind his back. Sheā€™s above on the cnuceen, seeking the nanny goats, the way sheā€™d have a sup of goatā€™s milk for to colour my tea. Sara And asking your pardon, is it youā€™s the man killed his father? Christy Sidling toward the nail where the glass was hanging. I am, God help me! Sara Taking eggs she has brought. Then my thousand welcomes to you, and Iā€™ve run up with a brace of duckā€™s eggs for your food today. Pegeenā€™s ducks is no use, but these are the real rich
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