The Playboy of the Western World by J. M. Synge (electric book reader .TXT) 📕

make a yellow gown. A pair of lace boots with lengthy heels on them and brassy eyes. A hat is suited for a wedding-day. A fine tooth comb. To be sent with three barrels of porter in Jimmy Farrell’s creel cart on the evening of the coming Fair to Mister Michael James Flaherty. With the best compliments of this season. Margaret Flaherty. Shawn A fat and fair young man comes in as she signs, looks round awkwardly, when he sees she is alone. Where’s himself? Pegeen Without looking at him. He’s coming. She directs the letter. To Mister Sheamus Mulroy, Wine and Spirit Dealer, Castlebar. Shawn Uneasily. I didn’t see him on the road. Pegeen How would you see him Licks stamp and puts it on letter. and it dark night this half hour gone by? Shawn Turning towards the door again. I stood a while outside wondering would I have a right to pass on or to walk in and see you, Pegeen Mike, Comes to fire. and I could hear the cows breathing, and sighing in the stillness of the air, and not a step moving any place from this gate to the bridge. Pegeen Putting letter in envelope. It’s above at the crossroads he is, meeting Philly Cullen; and a couple more are going along with him to Kate Cassidy’s wake. Shawn Looking at her blankly. And he’s going that length in the dark night? Pegeen Impatiently. He is surely, and leaving me lonesome on the scruff of the hill. She gets up and puts envelope on dresser, then winds the clock. Isn’t it long the nights are now, Shawn Keogh, to be leaving a poor girl with her own self counting the hours to the dawn of day? Shawn With awkward humour. If it is, when we’re wedded in a short while you’ll have no call to complain, for I’ve little will to be walking off to 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 waiting these days on Father Reilly’s dispensation from the bishops, or the Court of Rome. 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 was him 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 mad Mulrannies were driven from California and they lost in their wits. We’re a queer 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 were forever. Pegeen With scorn. As good, is it? Where now will you meet the like of Daneen Sullivan knocked the eye from a peeler, or Marcus Quin, God rest him, got six months for maiming ewes, and he a great warrant to tell stories of holy Ireland till he’d have the old women shedding down tears about their feet. Where will you find the like of them, I’m saying? Shawn Timidly. If you don’t it’s a good job, maybe; for With peculiar emphasis on the words. Father Reilly has small conceit to have that kind walking around and talking to the girls. Pegeen Impatiently, throwing water from basin out of the door. Stop tormenting me with Father Reilly Imitating his voice. when I’m asking only what way I’ll pass these twelve hours of dark, and not take my death with the fear. Looking out of door. Shawn Timidly. Would I fetch you the Widow Quin, maybe? Pegeen Is it the like of that murderer? You’ll not, surely. Shawn Going to her, soothingly. Then I’m thinking himself will stop along with you when he sees you taking on, for it’ll be a long nighttime with great darkness, and I’m after feeling a kind of fellow above in the furzy ditch, groaning wicked like a maddening dog, the way it’s good cause you have, maybe, to be fearing now. Pegeen Turning on him sharply. What’s that? Is it a man you seen? Shawn Retreating. I couldn’t see him at all; but I heard him groaning out, and breaking his heart. It should have been a young man from his words speaking. Pegeen Going after him. And you never went near to see was he hurted or what ailed him at all? Shawn I did not, Pegeen Mike. It was a dark, lonesome place to be hearing the like of him. Pegeen Well, you’re a daring fellow, and if they find his corpse stretched above in the dews of dawn, what’ll you say then to the peelers, or the Justice of the Peace? Shawn Thunderstruck. I wasn’t thinking of that. For the love of God, Pegeen Mike, don’t let on I was speaking of him. Don’t tell your father and the men is coming above; for if they heard that story, they’d have great blabbing this night at the wake. Pegeen I’ll maybe tell them, and I’ll maybe not. Shawn They are coming at the door. Will you whisht, I’m saying? Pegeen Whisht yourself. She goes behind counter. Michael James, fat jovial publican, comes in followed by Philly Cullen, who is thin and mistrusting, and Jimmy Farrell, who is fat and amorous, about forty-five. Men Together. God bless you. The blessing of God on this place. Pegeen God bless you kindly. Michael To men who go to the counter. Sit down now, and take your rest. Crosses to Shawn at the fire. And how is it you are, Shawn Keogh? Are you coming over the sands to Kate Cassidy’s wake? Shawn I am not, Michael James. I’m going home the shortcut to my bed. Pegeen Speaking across the counter. He’s right too,