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hon with the loy, chases him out of WIDOW QUIN. Take his left
the door, followed by crowd and Wid- hand, and we'll pull him now. Come
ow Quin. There is a great noise out- on, young fellow.
side, then a yell, and dead silence for CHRISTY -- (suddenly starting
a moment. Christy comes in, half up.) -- You'll be taking me from her?
dazed, and goes to fire.) You're jealous, is it, of her wedding
WIDOW QUIN -- (coming in, me? Go on from this. (He snatches up
hurriedly, and going to him.) -- a stool, and threatens them with it.)
They're turning again you. Come on, WIDOW QUIN -- (going.) -- It's
or you'll be hanged, indeed. in the mad-house they should put
CHRISTY. I'm thinking, from him, not in jail, at all. We'll go by the
this out, Pegeen'll be giving me prais- back-door, to call the doctor, and we'll
es the same as in the hours gone by. save him so. (She goes out, with Sara,
WIDOW QUIN -- (impatiently.) through inner room. Men crowd in
Come by the back-door. I'd think bad the doorway. Christy sits down again
to have you stifled on the gallows tree. by the fire.)
CHRISTY -- (indignantly.) I will MICHAEL -- (in a terrified whis-
not, then. What good'd be my life- per.) -- Is the old lad killed surely?
time, if I left Pegeen? PHILLY. I'm after feeling the
WIDOW QUIN. Come on, and last gasps quitting his heart. (They
you'll be no worse than you were last peer in at Christy.)
night; and you with a double murder MICHAEL -- (with a rope.) --
this time to be telling to the girls. Look at the way he is. Twist a hang-
CHRISTY. I'll not leave Pegeen man's knot on it, and slip it over his
Mike. head, while he's not minding at all.
WIDOW QUIN -- (impatiently.) PHILLY. Let you take it,
Isn't there the match of her in every Shaneen. You're the soberest of all
parish public, from Binghamstown that's here.
unto the plain of Meath? Come on, I SHAWN. Is it me to go near him,
tell you, and I'll find you finer sweet- and he the wickedest and worst with
hearts at each waning moon. me? Let you take it, Pegeen Mike.
CHRISTY. It's Pegeen I'm seek- PEGEEN. Come on, so. (She goes
ing only, and what'd I care if you forward with the others, and they
brought me a drift of chosen females, drop the double hitch over his head.)
standing in their shifts itself, maybe, CHRISTY. What ails you?
from this place to the Eastern World? SHAWN -- (triumphantly, as they
SARA -- (runs in, pulling off one pull the rope tight on his arms.) --
of her petticoats.) -- They're going to Come on to the peelers, till they
hang him. (Holding out petticoat and stretch you now.
shawl.) Fit these upon him, and let CHRISTY. Me!
him run off to the east. MICHAEL. If we took pity on
WIDOW QUIN. He's raving now; you, the Lord God would, maybe,
but we'll fit them on him, and I'll bring us ruin from the law to-day, so
take him, in the ferry, to the Achill you'd best come easy, for hanging is
boat. an easy and a speedy end.
CHRISTY -- (struggling feebly.) -- CHRISTY. I'll not stir. (To
Leave me go, will you? when I'm Pegeen.) And what is it you'll say to
thinking of my luck to-day, for she me, and I after doing it this time in
will wed me surely, and I a proven he- the face of all?
ro in the end of all. (They try to fas- PEGEEN. I'll say, a strange man
ten petticoat round him.) is a marvel, with his mighty talk; but
what's a squabble in your back-yard,

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