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THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD

ly.) There's her boots now, nice and rising early and destroying ourselves
decent for her evening use, and isn't it running fast on the hill.
grand brushes she has? (He puts them NELLY. Are you thinking them's
down and goes by degrees to the look- his boots?
ing-glass.) Well, this'd be a fine place SARA -- (taking them up.) -- If
to be my whole life talking out with they are, there should be his father's
swearing Christians, in place of my track on them. Did you never read in
old dogs and cat, and I stalking the papers the way murdered men do
around, smoking my pipe and drink- bleed and drip?
ing my fill, and never a day's work SUSAN. Is that blood there, Sara
but drawing a cork an odd time, or Tansey?
wiping a glass, or rinsing out a shiny SARAH -- (smelling it.) -- That's
tumbler for a decent man. (He takes bog water, I'm thinking, but it's his
the looking-glass from the wall and own they are surely, for I never seen
puts it on the back of a chair; then the like of them for whity mud, and
sits down in front of it and begins red mud, and turf on them, and the
washing his face.) Didn't I know fine sands of the sea. That man's been
rightly I was handsome, though it was walking, I'm telling you. (She goes
the divil's own mirror we had beyond, down right, putting on one of his
would twist a squint across an angel's boots.)
brow; and I'll be growing fine from SUSAN -- (going to window.) --
this day, the way I'll have a soft love- Maybe he's stolen off to Belmullet
ly skin on me and won't be the like of with the boots of Michael James, and
the clumsy young fellows do be you'd have a right so to follow after
ploughing all times in the earth and him, Sara Tansey, and you the one
dung. (He starts.) Is she coming yoked the ass cart and drove ten miles
again? (He looks out.) Stranger girls. to set your eyes on the man bit the yel-
God help me, where'll I hide myself low lady's nostril on the northern
away and my long neck nacked to the shore. (She looks out.)
world? (He looks out.) I'd best go to SARA -- (running to window with
the room maybe till I'm dressed again. one boot on.) -- Don't be talking, and
(He gathers up his coat and the look- we fooled to-day. (Putting on other
ing-glass, and runs into the inner boot.) There's a pair do fit me well,
room. The door is pushed open, and and I'll be keeping them for walking
Susan Brady looks in, and knocks on to the priest, when you'd be ashamed
door.) this place, going up winter and sum-
SUSAN. There's nobody in it. mer with nothing worth while to con-
(Knocks again.) fess at all.
NELLY -- (pushing her in and HONOR -- (who has been listen-
following her, with Honor Blake and ing at the door.) -- Whisht! there's
Sara Tansey.) It'd be early for them someone inside the room. (She pushes
both to be out walking the hill. door a chink open.) It's a man. (Sara
SUSAN. I'm thinking Shawn kicks off boots and puts them where
Keogh was making game of us and they were. They all stand in a line
there's no such man in it at all. looking through chink.)
HONOR -- (pointing to straw and SARA. I'll call him. Mister! Mis-
quilt.) -- Look at that. He's been ter! (He puts in his head.) Is Pegeen
sleeping there in the night. Well, it'll within?
be a hard case if he's gone off now, CHRISTY -- (coming in as meek
the way we'll never set our eyes on a as a mouse, with the looking-glass
man killed his father, and we after held behind his back.) -- She's above
on the cnuceen, seeking the nanny

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