playboy of the western world-第7部分

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you　see　that；　mister？



CHRISTY　　＇looking　at　it。＇　　The　half　of　a　ticket　to　the　Western　States！



SHAWN　　＇trembling　with　anxiety。＇　　I'll　give　it　to　you　and　my　new　hat

（pulling　it　out　of　hamper）；　and　my　breeches　with　the　double　seat　（pulling　it

off）；　and　my　new　coat　is　woven　from　the　blackest　shearings　for　three　miles

around　（giving　him　the　coat）；　I'll　give　you　the　whole　of　them；　and　my

blessing；　and　the　blessing　of　Father　Reilly　itself；　maybe；　if　you'll　quit　from

this　and　leave　us　in　the　peace　we　had　till　last　night　at　the　fall　of　dark。



CHRISTY　　＇with　a　new　arrogance。＇　　And　for　what　is　it　you're　wanting　to　get

shut　of　me？



SHAWN　　＇looking　to　the　Widow　for　help。＇　　I'm　a　poor　scholar　with　middling

faculties　to　coin　a　lie；　so　I'll　tell　you　the　truth；　Christy　Mahon。　　I'm

wedding　with　Pegeen　beyond；　and　I　don't　think　well　of　having　a　clever　fearless

man　the　like　of　you　dwelling　in　her　house。



CHRISTY　　＇almost　pugnaciously。＇　　And　you'd　be　using　bribery　for　to　banish

me？



SHAWN　　＇in　an　imploring　voice。＇　　Let　you　not　take　it　badly；　mister　honey；

isn't　beyond　the　best　place　for　you　where　you'll　have　golden　chains　and　shiny

coats　and　you　riding　upon　hunters　with　the　ladies　of　the　land。　＇He　makes　an

eager　sign　to　the　Widow　Quin　to　come　to　help　him。＇



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇coming　over。＇　　It's　true　for　him；　and　you'd　best　quit　off　and

not　have　that　poor　girl　setting　her　mind　on　you；　for　there's　Shaneen　thinks

she　wouldn't　suit　you　though　all　is　saying　that　she'll　wed　you　now。　　　

＇Christy　beams　with　delight。＇



SHAWN　　＇in　terrified　earnest。＇　　She　wouldn't　suit　you；　and　she　with　the

divil's　own　temper　the　way　you'd　be　strangling　one　another　in　a　score　of　days。　

（He　makes　the　movement　of　strangling　with　his　hands。）　　It's　the　like　of　me

only　that　she's　fit　for；　a　quiet　simple　fellow　wouldn't　raise　a　hand　upon　her

if　she　scratched　itself。



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇putting　Shawn's　hat　on　Christy。＇　　Fit　them　clothes　on　you

anyhow；　young　fellow；　and　he'd　maybe　loan　them　to　you　for　the　sports。　

（Pushing　him　towards　inner　door。）　　Fit　them　on　and　you　can　give　your　answer

when　you　have　them　tried。



CHRISTY　　＇beaming；　delighted　with　the　clothes。＇　　I　will　then。　　I'd　like

herself　to　see　me　in　them　tweeds　and　hat。　＇He　goes　into　room　and　shuts　the

door。＇



SHAWN　　＇in　great　anxiety。＇　　He'd　like　herself　to　see　them。　　He'll　not

leave　us；　Widow　Quin。　　He's　a　score　of　divils　in　him　the　way　it's　well　nigh

certain　he　will　wed　Pegeen。



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇jeeringly。＇　　It's　true　all　girls　are　fond　of　courage　and　do

hate　the　like　of　you。



SHAWN　　＇walking　about　in　desperation。＇　　Oh；　Widow　Quin；　what'll　I　be　doing

now？　I'd　inform　again　him；　but　he'd　burst　from　Kilmainham　and　he'd　be　sure　and

certain　to　destroy　me。　　If　I　wasn't　so　God…fearing；　I'd　near　have　courage　to

come　behind　him　and　run　a　pike　into　his　side。　　Oh；　it's　a　hard　case　to　be　an

orphan　and　not　to　have　your　father　that　you're　used　to；　and　you'd　easy　kill

and　make　yourself　a　hero　in　the　sight　of　all。　（Coming　up　to　her。）　　Oh；　Widow

Quin；　will　you　find　me　some　contrivance　when　I've　promised　you　a　ewe？



WIDOW　QUIN。　　A　ewe's　a　small　thing；　but　what　would　you　give　me　if　I　did　wed

him　and　did　save　you　so？



SHAWN　　＇with　astonishment。＇　　You？



WIDOW　QUIN。　　Aye。　　Would　you　give　me　the　red　cow　you　have　and　the　mountainy

ram；　and　the　right　of　way　across　your　rye　path；　and　a　load　of　dung　at

Michaelmas；　and　turbary　upon　the　western　hill？



SHAWN　　＇radiant　with　hope。＇　　I　would　surely；　and　I'd　give　you　the

wedding…ring　I　have；　and　the　loan　of　a　new　suit；　the　way　you'd　have　him　decent

on　the　wedding…day。　　I'd　give　you　two　kids　for　your　dinner；　and　a　gallon　of

poteen；　and　I'd　call　the　piper　on　the　long　car　to　your　wedding　from

Crossmolina　or　from　Ballina。　　I'd　give　you　。　。　。



WIDOW　QUIN。　　That'll　do　so；　and　let　you　whisht；　for　he's　coming　now　again。

＇Christy　comes　in　very　natty　in　the　new　clothes。　　Widow　Quin　goes　to　him　ad　　　

miringly。＇



WIDOW　QUIN。　　If　you　seen　yourself　now；　I'm　thinking　you'd　be　too　proud　to

speak　to　us　at　all；　and　it'd　be　a　pity　surely　to　have　your　like　sailing　from

Mayo　to　the　Western　World。



CHRISTY　　＇as　proud　as　a　peacock。＇　　I'm　not　going。　　If　this　is　a　poor　place

itself；　I'll　make　myself　contented　to　be　lodging　here。　＇Widow　Quin　makes　a

sign　to　Shawn　to　leave　them。＇



SHAWN。　　Well；　I'm　going　measuring　the　race…course　while　the　tide　is　low；　so

I'll　leave　you　the　garments　and　my　blessing　for　the　sports　to…day。　　God　bless

you！　　＇He　wriggles　out。＇



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇admiring　Christy。＇　　Well；　you're　mighty　spruce；　young　fellow。　

Sit　down　now　while　you're　quiet　till　you　talk　with　me。



CHRISTY　　＇swaggering。＇　　I'm　going　abroad　on　the　hillside　for　to　seek　Pegeen。



WIDOW　QUIN。　　You'll　have　time　and　plenty　for　to　seek　Pegeen；　and　you　heard　me

saying　at　the　fall　of　night　the　two　of　us　should　be　great　company。



CHRISTY。　　From　this　out　I'll　have　no　want　of　company　when　all　sorts　is

bringing　me　their　food　and　clothing　（he　swaggers　to　the　door；　tightening　his

belt）；　the　way　they'd　set　their　eyes　upon　a　gallant　orphan　cleft　his　father

with　one　blow　to　the　breeches　belt。　　（He　opens　door；　then　staggers　back。）　

Saints　of　glory！　　Holy　angels　from　the　throne　of　light！



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇going　over。＇　　What　ails　you？



CHRISTY。　　It's　the　walking　spirit　of　my　murdered　da？



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇looking　out。＇　　Is　it　that　tramper？



CHRISTY　　＇wildly。＇　　Where'll　I　hide　my　poor　body　from　that　ghost　of　hell？　

＇The　door　is　pushed　open；　and　old　Mahon　appears　on　threshold。　　Christy　darts

in　behind　door。＇



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇in　great　amusement。＇　　Cod　save　you；　my　poor　man。



MAHON　　＇gruffly。＇　　Did　you　see　a　young　lad　passing　this　way　in　the　early

morning　or　the　fall　of　night？



WIDOW　QUIN。　　You're　a　queer　kind　to　walk　in　not　saluting　at　all。



MAHON。　　Did　you　see　the　young　lad？



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇stiffly。＇　　What　kind　was　he？



MAHON。　　An　ugly　young　streeler　with　a　murderous　gob　on　him；　and　a　little

switch　in　his　hand。　　I　met　a　tramper　seen　him　coming　this　way　at　the　fall　of

night。



WIDOW　QUIN。　　There's　harvest　hundreds　do　be　passing　these　days　for　the　Sligo

boat。　　For　what　is　it　you're　wanting　him；　my　poor　man？



MAHON。　　I　want　to　destroy　him　for　breaking　the　head　on　me　with　the　clout　of　a

loy。　　（He　takes　off　a　big　hat；　and　shows　his　head　in　a　mass　of　bandages　and

plaster；　with　some　pride。）　　It　was　he　did　that；　and　amn't　I　a　great　wonder　to

think　I've　traced　him　ten　days　with　that　rent　in　my　crown？



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇taking　his　head　in　both　hands　and　examining　it　with　extreme

delight。＇　　That　was　a　great　blow。　　And　who　hit　you？　A　robber　maybe？



MAHON。　　It　was　my　own　son　hit　me；　and　he　the　divil　a　robber；　or　anything　else；

but　a　dirty；　stuttering　lout。



WIDOW　　＇letting　go　his　skull　and　wiping　her　hands　in　her　apron。＇　　You'd

best　be　wary　of　a　mortified　scalp；　I　think　they　call　it；　lepping　around　with

that　wound　in　the　splendour　of　the　sun。　　It　was　a　bad　blow　surely；　and　you

should　have　vexed　him　fearful　to　make　him　strike　that　gash　in　his　da。



MAHON。　　Is　it　me？



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇amusing　herself。＇　　Aye。　　And　isn't　it　a　great　shame　when　the

old　and　hardened　do　torment　the　young？



MAHON　　＇raging。＇　　Torment　him　is　it？　And　I　after　holding　out　with　the

patience　of　a　martyred　saint　till　there's　nothing　but　destruction　on；　and　I'm

driven　out　in　my　old　age　with　none　to　aid　me。



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇greatly　amused。＇　　It's　a　sacred　wonder　the　way　that

wickedness　will　spoil　a　man。



MAHON。　　My　wickedness；　is　it？　　Amn't　I　after　saying　it　is　himself　has　me

destroyed；　and　he　a　liar　on　walls；　a　talker　of　folly；　a　man　you'd　see

stretched　the　half　of　the　day　in　the　brown　ferns　with　his　belly　to　the　sun。



WIDOW　QUIN。　　Not　working　at　all？



MAHON。　　The　divil　a　work；　or　if　he　did　itself；　you'd　see　him　raising　up　a

haystack　like　the　stalk　of　a　rush；　or　driving　our　last　cow　till　he　broke　her

leg　at　the　hip；　and　when　he　wasn't　at　that　he'd　be　fooling　over　little　birds

he　had　　finches　and　felts　　or　making　mugs　at　his　own　self　in　the　bit　of

glass　we　had　hung　on　the　wall。



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇looking　at　Christy。＇　　What　way　was　he　so　foolish？　　It　was

running　wild　after　the　girls　may　be？



MAHON　　＇with　a　shout　of　derision。＇　　Running　wild；　is　it？　　If　he　seen　a　red

petticoat　coming　swinging　over　the　hill；　he'd　be　off　to　hide　in　the　sticks；

and　you'd　see　him　shooting　out　his　sheep's　eyes　between　the　little　twigs　and

the　leaves；　and　his　two　ears　rising　like　a　hare　looking　out　through　a　gap。　

Girls；　indeed！



WIDOW　QUIN。　　It　was　drink　maybe？



MAHON。　　And　he　a　poor　fellow　would　get　drunk　on　the　smell　of　a　pint。　　He'd　a

queer　rotten　stomach；　I'm　telling　you；　and　when　I　gave　him　three　pulls　from　my

pipe　a　while　since；　he　was　taken　with　contortions　till　I　had　to　send　him　in

the　ass　cart　to　the　females'　nurse。



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇clasping　her　hands。＇　　Well；　I　never　till　this　day　heard　tell

of　a　man　the　like　of　that！



MAHON。　　I'd　take　a　mighty　oath　you　didn't　surely；　and　wasn't　he　the　laughing

joke　of　every　female　woman　where　four　baronies　meet；　the　way　the　girls　would

stop　their　weeding　if　they　seen　him　coming　the　road　to　let　a　roar　at　him；　and

call　him　the　looney　of　Mahon's。



WIDOW　QUIN。　　I'd　give　the　world　and　all　to　see　the　like　of　him。　　What　kind　was

he？



MAHON。　　A　small　low　fellow。



WIDOW　QUIN。　　And　dark？



MAHON。　　Dark　and　dirty。



WIDOW　QUIN　　＇considering。＇　　I'm　thinking　I　seen　him。



MAHON　　＇eagerly。＇　　An　ugly　young　blackguard。



WIDOW　QUIN。　　A　hideous；　fearful　villain；　and　the　spit　of　you。



MAHON。　　What　way　is　he　fled？



WIDOW　QUIN。　　Gone　over　the　hills　to　catch　a　coasting　steamer　to　the　north　or

south。



MAHON。　　Could　I　pull　up　on　him　now？



WIDOW　QUIN。　　If　you'll　cross　the　sands　below　where　the　tide　is　out；　you'll　be

in　it　as　soon　as　himself；　for　he　had　to　go　round　ten　miles　by　the　top　of　the

bay。　　（She　points　to　the　door）。　　Strik