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KING PELLINORE’S LITERARY MAGAZINE

MICHAEL -- (apologetically.) It -- Glory be to God! (With a broad
is the will of God that all should smile.) I am crazy again! (Goes.)
guard their little cabins from the CHRISTY. Ten thousand bless-
treachery of law, and what would my ings upon all that's here, for you've
daughter be doing if I was ruined or turned me a likely gaffer in the end of
was hanged itself? all, the way I'll go romancing through
MAHON -- (grimly, loosening a romping lifetime from this hour to
Christy.) -- It's little I care if you put the dawning of the judgment day. (He
a bag on her back, and went picking goes out.)
cockles till the hour of death; but my MICHAEL. By the will of God,
son and myself will be going our own we'll have peace now for our drinks.
way, and we'll have great times from Will you draw the porter, Pegeen?
this out telling stories of the villainy SHAWN -- (going up to her.) --
of Mayo, and the fools is here. (To It's a miracle Father Reilly can wed
Christy, who is freed.) Come on now. us in the end of all, and we'll have
CHRISTY. Go with you, is it? I none to trouble us when his vicious
will then, like a gallant captain with bite is healed.
his heathen slave. Go on now and I'll PEGEEN -- (hitting him a box on
see you from this day stewing my oat- the ear.) -- Quit my sight. (Putting
meal and washing my spuds, for I'm her shawl over her head and breaking
master of all fights from now. out into wild lamentations.) Oh my
(Pushing Mahon.) Go on, I'm saying. grief, I've lost him surely. I've lost the
MAHON. Is it me? only Playboy of the Western World.
CHRISTY. Not a word out of you.
Go on from this. CURTAIN
MAHON (walking out and look-
ing back at Christy over his shoulder.)

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