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

them lads would be trusting their carcase, and that man should be a great terror when his temper’s roused. Michael He should then. To Christy. And where was it, mister honey, that you did the deed? Christy Looking at him with suspicion. Oh, a distant place, master of the house, a windy corner of high, distant hills. Philly Nodding with approval. He’s a close man, and he’s right, surely. Pegeen That’d be a lad with the sense of Solomon to have for a potboy, Michael James, if it’s the truth you’re seeking one at all. Philly The peelers is fearing him, and if you’d that lad in the house there isn’t one of them would come smelling around if the dogs itself were lapping poteen from the dungpit of the yard. Jimmy Bravery’s a treasure in a lonesome place, and a lad would kill his father, I’m thinking, would face a foxy divil with a pitchpike on the flags of hell. Pegeen It’s the truth they’re saying, and if I’d that lad in the house, I wouldn’t be fearing the loosed kharki cutthroats, or the walking dead. Christy Swelling with surprise and triumph. Well, glory be to God! Michael With deference. Would you think well to stop here and be potboy, mister honey, if we gave you good wages, and didn’t destroy you with the weight of work? Shawn Coming forward uneasily. That’d be a queer kind to bring into a decent quiet household with the like of Pegeen Mike. Pegeen Very sharply. Will you whisht? Who’s speaking to you? Shawn Retreating. A bloody-handed murderer the like of.⁠ ⁠… Pegeen Snapping at him. Whisht I am saying; we’ll take no fooling from your like at all. To Christy with a honeyed voice. And you, young fellow, you’d have a right to stop, I’m thinking, for we’d do our all and utmost to content your needs. Christy Overcome with wonder. And I’d be safe in this place from the searching law? Michael You would, surely. If they’re not fearing you, itself, the peelers in this place is decent droughty poor fellows, wouldn’t touch a cur dog and not give warning in the dead of night. Pegeen Very kindly and persuasively. Let you stop a short while anyhow. Aren’t you destroyed walking with your feet in bleeding blisters, and your whole skin needing washing like a Wicklow sheep. Christy Looking round with satisfaction. It’s a nice room, and if it’s not humbugging me you are, I’m thinking that I’ll surely stay. Jimmy Jumps up. Now, by the grace of God, herself will be safe this night, with a man killed his father holding danger from the door, and let you come on, Michael James, or they’ll have the best stuff drunk at the wake. Michael Going to the door with men. And begging your pardon, mister, what name will we call you, for we’d like to know? Christy Christopher Mahon. Michael Well, God bless you, Christy, and a good rest till we meet again when the sun’ll be rising to the noon of day. Christy God bless you all. Men God bless you. They go out except Shawn, who lingers at door. Shawn To Pegeen. Are you wanting me to stop along with you and keep you from harm? Pegeen Gruffly. Didn’t you say you were fearing Father Reilly? Shawn There’d be no harm staying now, I’m thinking, and himself in it too. Pegeen You wouldn’t stay when there was need for you, and let you step off nimble this time when there’s none. Shawn Didn’t I say it was Father Reilly.⁠ ⁠… Pegeen Go on, then, to Father Reilly, In a jeering tone. and let him put you in the holy brotherhoods, and leave that lad to me. Shawn If I meet the Widow Quin.⁠ ⁠… Pegeen Go on, I’m saying, and don’t be waking this place with your noise. She hustles him out and bolts the door. That lad would wear the spirits from the saints of peace. Bustles about, then takes off her apron and pins it up in the window as a blind. Christy watching her timidly. Then she comes to him and speaks with bland good-humour. Let you stretch out now by the fire, young fellow. You should be destroyed travelling. Christy Shyly again, drawing off his boots. I’m tired, surely, walking wild eleven days, and waking fearful in the night. He holds up one of his feet, feeling his blisters, and looking at them with compassion. Pegeen Standing beside him, watching him with delight. You should have had great people in your family, I’m thinking, with the little, small feet you have, and you with a kind of a quality name, the like of what you’d find on the great powers and potentates of France and Spain. Christy With pride. We were great surely, with wide and windy acres of rich Munster land. Pegeen Wasn’t I telling you, and you a fine, handsome young fellow with a noble brow? Christy With a flash of delighted surprise. Is it me? Pegeen Aye. Did you never hear that from the young girls where you come from in the west or south? Christy With venom. I did not then. Oh, they’re bloody liars in the naked parish where I grew a man. Pegeen If they are itself, you’ve heard it these days, I’m thinking, and you walking the world telling out your story to young girls or old. Christy I’ve told my story no place till this night, Pegeen Mike, and it’s foolish I was here, maybe, to be talking free, but you’re decent people, I’m thinking, and yourself a kindly woman, the way I wasn’t fearing you at all. Pegeen Filling a sack with straw. You’ve said the like of that, maybe, in every cot and cabin where you’ve met a young girl on your way. Christy Going over to her, gradually raising his voice. I’ve said it nowhere till this night, I’m telling you, for I’ve seen none the like of you the eleven long days I am