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a place with fine trade, with a license, great pride), and I a terrible and fear-
and with poteen too. ful case, the way that there I was one
MAHON -- (amazed.) That man time, screeching in a straightened
marrying a decent and a moneyed waistcoat, with seven doctors writing
girl! Is it mad yous are? Is it in a cra- out my sayings in a printed book.
zy-house for females that I'm landed Would you believe that?
now? WIDOW QUIN. If you're a won-
WIDOW QUIN. It's mad yourself der itself, you'd best be hasty, for
is with the blow upon your head. That them lads caught a maniac one time
lad is the wonder of the Western and pelted the poor creature till he
World. ran out, raving and foaming, and was
MAHON. I seen it's my son. drowned in the sea.
WIDOW QUIN. You seen that MAHON -- (with philosophy.) --
you're mad. (Cheering outside.) Do It's true mankind is the divil when
you hear them cheering him in the your head's astray. Let me out now
zig-zags of the road? Aren't you after and I'll slip down the boreen, and not
saying that your son's a fool, and how see them so.
would they be cheering a true idiot WIDOW QUIN -- (showing him
born? out.) -- That's it. Run to the right,
MAHON -- (getting distressed.) -- and not a one will see. (He runs off.)
It's maybe out of reason that that PHILLY -- (wisely.) You're at
man's himself. (Cheering again.) some gaming, Widow Quin; but I'll
There's none surely will go cheering walk after him and give him his din-
him. Oh, I'm raving with a madness ner and a time to rest, and I'll see
that would fright the world! (He sits then if he's raving or as sane as you.
down with his hand to his head.) WIDOW QUIN -- (annoyed.) If
There was one time I seen ten scarlet you go near that lad, let you be wary
divils letting on they'd cork my spirit of your head, I'm saying. Didn't you
in a gallon can; and one time I seen hear him telling he was crazed at
rats as big as badgers sucking the life times?
blood from the butt of my lug; but I PHILLY. I heard him telling a
never till this day confused that drib- power; and I'm thinking we'll have
bling idiot with a likely man. I'm de- right sport, before night will fall. (He
stroyed surely. goes out.)
WIDOW QUIN. And who'd won- JIMMY. Well, Philly's a conceit-
der when it's your brain-pan that is ed and foolish man. How could that
gaping now? madman have his senses and his brain
MAHON. Then the blight of the -pan slit? I'll go after them and see
sacred drought upon myself and him, him turn on Philly now. (He goes;
for I never went mad to this day, and Widow Quin hides poteen behind
I not three weeks with the Limerick counter. Then hubbub outside.)
girls drinking myself silly, and par- VOICES. There you are! Good
latic from the dusk to dawn. (To Wid- jumper! Grand lepper! Darlint boy!
ow Quin, suddenly.) Is my visage He's the racer! Bear him on, will you!
astray? (Christy comes in, in Jockey's dress,
WIDOW QUIN. It is then. You're with Pegeen Mike, Sara, and other
a sniggering maniac, a child could girls, and men.)
see. PEGEEN -- (to crowd.) -- Go on
MAHON -- (getting up more now and don't destroy him and he
cheerfully.) -- Then I'd best be going drenching with sweat. Go along, I'm
to the union beyond, and there'll be a saying, and have your tug-of-warring
welcome before me, I tell you (with till he's dried his skin.

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