playboy of the western world-第2部分

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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　short　cut　to　my　bed。



PEGEEN　　＇speaking　across　the　counter。＇　　He's　right　too；　and　have　you　no

shame；　Michael　James；　to　be　quitting　off　for　the　whole　night；　and　leaving

myself　lonesome　in　the　shop？



MICHAEL　　＇good…humouredly。＇　　Isn't　it　the　same　whether　I　go　for　the　whole

night　or　a　part　only？　and　I'm　thinking　it's　a　queer　daughter　you　are　if　you'd

have　me　crossing　backward　through　the　Stooks　of　the　Dead　Women；　with　a　drop

taken。



PEGEEN。　　If　I　am　a　queer　daughter；　it's　a　queer　father'd　be　leaving　me

lonesome　these　twelve　hours　of　dark；　and　I　piling　the　turf　with　the　dogs

barking；　and　the　calves　mooing；　and　my　own　teeth　rattling　with　the　fear。



JIMMY　　＇flatteringly。＇　　What　is　there　to　hurt　you；　and　you　a　fine；　hardy

girl　would　knock　the　head　of　any　two　men　in　the　place？



PEGEEN　　＇working　herself　up。＇　　Isn't　there　the　harvest　boys　with　their

tongues　red　for　drink；　and　the　ten　tinkers　is　camped　in　the　east　glen；　and　the

thousand　militia　　bad　cess　to　them！　　walking　idle　through　the　land。　

There's　lots　surely　to　hurt　me；　and　I　won't　stop　alone　in　it；　let　himself　do

what　he　will。



MICHAEL。　　If　you're　that　afeard；　let　Shawn　Keogh　stop　along　with　you。　　It's

the　will　of　God；　I'm　thinking；　himself　should　be　seeing　to　you　now。　　＇They　all

turn　on　Shawn。＇



SHAWN　　＇in　horrified　confusion。＇　　I　would　and　welcome；　Michael　James；　but

I'm　afeard　of　Father　Reilly；　and　what　at　all　would　the　Holy　Father　and　the

Cardinals　of　Rome　be　saying　if　they　heard　I　did　the　like　of　that？



MICHAEL　　＇with　contempt。＇　　God　help　you！　　Can't　you　sit　in　by　the　hearth

with　the　light　lit　and　herself　beyond　in　the　room？　You'll　do　that　surely；　for

I've　heard　tell　there's　a　queer　fellow　above；　going　mad　or　getting　his　death；

maybe；　in　the　gripe　of　the　ditch；　so　she'd　be　safer　this　night　with　a　person

here。



SHAWN　　＇with　plaintive　despair。＇　　I'm　afeard　of　Father　Reilly；　I'm　saying。　

Let　you　not　be　tempting　me；　and　we　near　married　itself。



PHILLY　　＇with　cold　contempt。＇　　Lock　him　in　the　west　room。　　He'll　stay　then

and　have　no　sin　to　be　telling　to　the　priest。



MICHAEL　　＇to　Shawn；　getting　between　him　and　the　door。＇　　Go　up　now。



SHAWN　　＇at　the　top　of　his　voice。＇　　Don't　stop　me；　Michael　James。　　Let　me

out　of　the　door；　I'm　saying；　for　the　love　of　the　Almighty　God。　　Let　me　out

（trying　to　dodge　past　him）。　　Let　me　out　of　it；　and　may　God　grant　you　His

indulgence　in　the　hour　of　need。



MICHAEL　　＇loudly。＇　　Stop　your　noising；　and　sit　down　by　the　hearth。　＇Gives

him　a　push　and　goes　to　counter　laughing。＇



SHAWN　　＇turning　back；　wringing　his　hands。＇　　Oh；　Father　Reilly　and　the

saints　of　God；　where　will　I　hide　myself　to…day？　　Oh；　St。　Joseph　and　St。

Patrick　and　St。　Brigid；　and　St。　James；　have　mercy　on　me　now！　＇Shawn　turns

round；　sees　door　clear；　and　makes　a　rush　for　it。＇



MICHAEL　　＇catching　him　by　the　coattail。＇　　You'd　be　going；　is　it？



SHAWN　　＇screaming。＇　　Leave　me　go；　Michael　James；　leave　me　go；　you　old　Pagan；

leave　me　go；　or　I'll　get　the　curse　of　the　priests　on　you；　and　of　the

scarlet…coated　bishops　of　the　courts　of　Rome。　＇With　a　sudden　movement　he　pulls

himself　out　of　his　coat；　and　disappears　out　of　the　door；　leaving　his　coat　in

Michael's　hands。＇



MICHAEL　　＇turning　round；　and　holding　up　coat。＇　　Well；　there's　the　coat　of

a　Christian　man。　　Oh；　there's　sainted　glory　this　day　in　the　lonesome　west；　and

by　the　will　of　God　I've　got　you　a　decent　man；　Pegeen；　you'll　have　no　call　to

be　spying　after　if　you've　a　score　of　young　girls；　maybe；　weeding　in　your

fields。



PEGEEN　　＇taking　up　the　defence　of　her　property。＇　　　What　right　have　you　to　be

making　game　of　a　poor　fellow　for　minding　the　priest；　when　it's　your　own　the

fault　is；　not　paying　a　penny　pot…boy　to　stand　along　with　me　and　give　me

courage　in　the　doing　of　my　work？　　＇She　snaps　the　coat　away　from　him；　and　goes

behind　counter　with　it。＇



MICHAEL　　＇taken　aback。＇　　Where　would　I　get　a　pot…boy？　　Would　you　have　me

send　the　bell…man　screaming　in　the　streets　of　Castlebar？



SHAWN　　＇opening　the　door　a　chink　and　putting　in　his　head；　in　a　small　voice。＇

　Michael　James！



MICHAEL　　＇imitating　him。＇　　What　ails　you？



SHAWN。　　The　queer　dying　fellow's　beyond　looking　over　the　ditch。　　He's　come　up；

I'm　thinking；　stealing　your　hens。　　（Looks　over　his　shoulder。）　　God　help　me；

he's　following　me　now　（he　runs　into　room）；　and　if　he's　heard　what　I　said；

he'll　be　having　my　life；　and　I　going　home　lonesome　in　the　darkness　of　the

night。　＇For　a　perceptible　moment　they　watch　the　door　with　curiosity。　　Some　one

coughs　outside。　　Then　Christy　Mahon；　a　slight　young　man；　comes　in　very　tired

and　frightened　and　dirty。＇



CHRISTY　　＇in　a　small　voice。＇　　God　save　all　here！



MEN。　　God　save　you　kindly。



CHRISTY　　＇going　to　the　counter。＇　　I'd　trouble　you　for　a　glass　of　porter；

woman　of　the　house。　　＇He　puts　down　coin。＇



PEGEEN　　＇serving　him。＇　　You're　one　of　the　tinkers；　young　fellow；　is　beyond

camped　in　the　glen？



CHRISTY。　　I　am　not；　but　I'm　destroyed　walking。



MICHAEL　　＇patronizingly。＇　　Let　you　come　up　then　to　the　fire。　　You're　looking

famished　with　the　cold。



CHRISTY。　　God　reward　you。　　（He　takes　up　his　glass　and　goes　a　little　way　across

to　the　left；　then　stops　and　looks　about　him。）　　Is　it　often　the　police　do　be

coming　into　this　place；　master　of　the　house？



MICHAEL。　　If　you'd　come　in　better　hours；　you'd　have　seen　〃Licensed　for　the

sale　of　Beer　and　Spirits；　to　be　consumed　on　the　premises；〃　written　in　white

letters　above　the　door；　and　what　would　the　polis　want　spying　on　me；　and　not　a

decent　house　within　four　miles；　the　way　every　living　Christian　is　a　bona　fide；

saving　one　widow　alone？



CHRISTY　　＇with　relief。＇　　It's　a　safe　house；　so。　＇He　goes　over　to　the　fire；

sighing　and　moaning。　　Then　he　sits　down；　putting　his　glass　beside　him　and

begins　gnawing　a　turnip；　too　miserable　to　feel　the　others　staring　at　him　with

curiosity。＇



MICHAEL　　＇going　after　him。＇　　Is　it　yourself　fearing　the　polis？　　You're

wanting；　maybe？



CHRISTY。　　There's　many　wanting。



MICHAEL。　　Many　surely；　with　the　broken　harvest　and　the　ended　wars。　　（He　picks

up　some　stockings；　etc。；　that　are　near　the　fire；　and　carries　them　away

furtively。）　　It　should　be　larceny；　I'm　thinking？



CHRISTY　　＇dolefully。＇　　I　had　it　in　my　mind　it　was　a　different　word　and　a

bigger。



PEGEEN。　　There's　a　queer　lad。　　Were　you　never　slapped　in　school；　young　fellow；

that　you　don't　know　the　name　of　your　deed？



CHRISTY　　＇bashfully。＇　　I'm　slow　at　learning；　a　middling　scholar　only。



MICHAEL。　　If　you're　a　dunce　itself；　you'd　have　a　right　to　know　that　larceny's

robbing　and　stealing。　　Is　it　for　the　like　of　that　you're　wanting？



CHRISTY　　＇with　a　flash　of　family　pride。＇　　And　I　the　son　of　a　strong　farmer

（with　a　sudden　qualm）；　God　rest　his　soul；　could　have　bought　up　the　whole　of

your　old　house　a　while　since；　from　the　butt　of　his　tailpocket；　and　not　have

missed　the　weight　of　it　gone。



MICHAEL　　＇impressed。＇　　If　it's　not　stealing；　it's　maybe　something　big。



CHRISTY　　＇flattered。＇　　Aye；　it's　maybe　something　big。



JIMMY。　　He's　a　wicked…looking　young　fellow。　　Maybe　he　followed　after　a　young

woman　on　a　lonesome　night。



CHRISTY　　＇shocked。＇　　Oh；　the　saints　forbid；　mister；　I　was　all　times　a　decent

lad。



PHILLY　　＇turning　on　Jimmy。＇　　You're　a　silly　man；　Jimmy　Farrell。　　He　said

his　father　was　a　farmer　a　while　since；　and　there's　himself　now　in　a　poor

state。　　Maybe　the　land　was　grabbed　from　him；　and　he　did　what　any　decent　man

would　do。



MICHAEL　　＇to　Christy；　mysteriously。＇　　Was　it　bailiffs？



CHRISTY。　　The　divil　a　one。



MICHAEL。　　Agents？



CHRISTY。　　The　divil　a　one。



MICHAEL。　　Landlords？



CHRISTY　　＇peevishly。＇　　Ah；　not　at　all；　I'm　saying。　　You'd　see　the　like　of

them　stories　on　any　little　paper　of　a　Munster　town。　　But　I'm　not　calling　to

mind　any　person；　gentle；　simple；　judge　or　jury；　did　the　like　of　me。　＇They　all

draw　nearer　with　delighted　curiosity。＇



PHILLY。　　Well；　that　lad's　a　puzzlethe　world。



JIMMY。　　He'd　beat　Dan　Davies'　circus；　or　the　holy　missioners　making　sermons　on

the　villainy　of　man。　　Try　him　again；　Philly。



PHILLY。　　Did　you　strike　golden　guineas　out　of　solder；　young　fellow；　or

shilling　coins　itself？



CHRISTY。　　I　did　not；　mister；　not　sixpence　nor　a　farthing　coin。　　　　



JIMMY。　　Did　you　marry　three　wives　maybe？　　I'm　told　there's　a　sprinkling　have

done　that　among　the　holy　Luthers　of　the　preaching　north。



CHRISTY　　＇shyly。＇　　I　never　married　with　one；　let　alone　with　a　couple　or

three。　　　　



PHILLY。　　Maybe　he　went　fighting　for　the　Boers；　the　like　of　the　man　beyond；　was

judged　to　be　hanged；　quartered　and　drawn。　　Were　you　off　east；　young　fellow；

fighting　bloody　wars　for　Kruger　and　the　freedom　of　the　Boers？



CHRISTY。　　I　never　left　my　own　parish　till　Tuesday　was　a　week。



PEGEEN　　＇coming　from　counter。＇　　He's　done　nothing；　so。　　（To　Christy。）　　If

you　didn't　commit　murder　or　a　bad；　nasty　thing；　or　false　coining；　or　robbery；

or　butchery；　or　the　like　of　them；　there　isn't　anything　that　would　be　worth

your　troubling　for　to　run　from　now。　You　did　nothing　at　all。



CHRISTY　　＇his　feelings　hurt。＇　　That's　an　unkindly　thing　to　be　saying　to　a

poor　orphaned　traveller；　has　a　prison　behind　him；　and　hanging　before；　and

hell's　gap　gaping　below。



PEGEEN　　＇with　a　sign　to　the　men　to　be　quiet。＇　　You're　only　saying　it。　　You

did　nothing　at　all。　　A　soft　lad　the　like　of　you　wouldn't　slit　the　windpipe　of

a　screeching　sow。



CHRISTY　　＇offended。＇　　You're　not　speaking　the　truth。



PEGEEN　　　＇in　mock　rage。＇　　Not　speaking　the　truth；　is　it？　　Would　you　have

me　knock　the　head　of　you　with　the　butt　of　the　broom？



CHRISTY　　＇twisting　round　on　her　with　a　sharp　cry　of　horror。＇　　Don't　strike

me。　　I　killed　my　poor　father；　Tuesday　wa