author - "J. M. Synge"
mour.] -- If it is, when we're wedded in a shortwhile you'll have no call to complain, for I've little will to be walking offto wakes or weddings in the darkness of the night.
PEGEEN -- [with rather scornful good humour.] -- You're making mighty certain,Shaneen, that I'll wed you now.
SHAWN. Aren't we after making a good bargain, the way we're only waitingthese days on Father Reilly's dispensation from the bishops, or the Court ofRome.
PEGEEN -- [looking at him teasingly, washing up at dresser.] -- It's a wonder,Shaneen, the Holy Father'd be taking notice of the likes of you; for if I washim I wouldn't bother with this place where you'll meet none but Red Linahan,has a squint in his eye, and Patcheen is lame in his heel, or the madMulrannies were driven from California and they lost in their wits. We're aqueer lot these times to go troubling the Holy Father on his sacred seat.
SHAWN -- [scandalized.] If we are, we're as good this place as another,maybe, and as good these times as we
y the sea.
CATHLEENHow would they be Michael's, Nora. How would he go the lengthof that way to the far north?
NORAThe young priest says he's known the like of it. "If it'sMichael's they are," says he, "you can tell herself he's got aclean burial by the grace of God, and if they're not his, letno one say a word about them, for she'll be getting her death,"says he, "with crying and lamenting."
[The door which Nora half closed is blown open by a gust ofwind.]
CATHLEEN[Looking out anxiously.]
Did you ask him would he stop Bartley going this day with thehorses to the Galway fair?
NORA"I won't stop him," says he, "but let you not be afraid.Herself does be saying prayers half through the night, and theAlmighty God won't leave her destitute," says he, "with no sonliving."
CATHLEENIs the sea bad by the white rocks, Nora?
NORAMiddling bad, God help us. There's a great roaring in thewest, and it's worse it'll be getting when the tide's turned tothe wind.
[She goes over to
mour.] -- If it is, when we're wedded in a shortwhile you'll have no call to complain, for I've little will to be walking offto wakes or weddings in the darkness of the night.
PEGEEN -- [with rather scornful good humour.] -- You're making mighty certain,Shaneen, that I'll wed you now.
SHAWN. Aren't we after making a good bargain, the way we're only waitingthese days on Father Reilly's dispensation from the bishops, or the Court ofRome.
PEGEEN -- [looking at him teasingly, washing up at dresser.] -- It's a wonder,Shaneen, the Holy Father'd be taking notice of the likes of you; for if I washim I wouldn't bother with this place where you'll meet none but Red Linahan,has a squint in his eye, and Patcheen is lame in his heel, or the madMulrannies were driven from California and they lost in their wits. We're aqueer lot these times to go troubling the Holy Father on his sacred seat.
SHAWN -- [scandalized.] If we are, we're as good this place as another,maybe, and as good these times as we
y the sea.
CATHLEENHow would they be Michael's, Nora. How would he go the lengthof that way to the far north?
NORAThe young priest says he's known the like of it. "If it'sMichael's they are," says he, "you can tell herself he's got aclean burial by the grace of God, and if they're not his, letno one say a word about them, for she'll be getting her death,"says he, "with crying and lamenting."
[The door which Nora half closed is blown open by a gust ofwind.]
CATHLEEN[Looking out anxiously.]
Did you ask him would he stop Bartley going this day with thehorses to the Galway fair?
NORA"I won't stop him," says he, "but let you not be afraid.Herself does be saying prayers half through the night, and theAlmighty God won't leave her destitute," says he, "with no sonliving."
CATHLEENIs the sea bad by the white rocks, Nora?
NORAMiddling bad, God help us. There's a great roaring in thewest, and it's worse it'll be getting when the tide's turned tothe wind.
[She goes over to