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venom). I did not then. Oh, theyâre bloddy liars in the naked parish where I grew a man.
PEGEEN. If they are itself, youâve heard it these days, Iâm thinking, and you walking the world telling out your story to young girls or old.
CHRISTY. Iâve told my story no place till this night, Pegeen Mike, and itâs foolish I was here, maybe, to be talking free, but youâre decent people, Iâm thinking, and yourself a kindly woman, the way I wasnât fearing you at all.
PEGEEN (filling a sack with straw). Youâve said the like of that, maybe, in every cot and cabin where youâve met a young girl on your way.
CHRISTY (going over to her, gradually raising his voice). Iâve said it nowhere till this night, Iâm telling you, for Iâve seen none the like of you the eleven long days I am walking the world, looking over a low ditch or a high ditch on my north or my south, into stony scattered fields, or scribes of bog, where youâd see young, limber girls, and fine prancing women making laughter with the men.
PEGEEN. If you werenât destroyed travelling, youâd have as much talk and streeleen, Iâm thinking, as Owen Roe OâSullivan or the poets of the Dingle Bay, and Iâve heard all times itâs the poets are your like, fine fiery fellows with great rages when their temperâs roused.
CHRISTY (drawing a little nearer to her). Youâve a power of rings, God bless you, and would there be any offence if I was asking are you single now?
PEGEEN. What would I want wedding so young?
CHRISTY (with relief). Weâre alike, so.
PEGEEN (she puts sack on settle and beats it up). I never killed my father. Iâd be afeard to do that, except I was the like of yourself with blind rages tearing me within, for Iâm thinking you should have had great tussling when the end was come.
CHRISTY (expanding with delight at the first confidential talk he has ever had with a woman). We had not then. It was a hard woman was come over the hill, and if he was always a crusty kind when heâd a hard woman setting him on, not the divil himself or his four fathers could put up with him at all.
PEGEEN (with curiosity). And isnât it a great wonder that one wasnât fearing you?
CHRISTY (very confidentially). Up to the day I killed my father, there wasnât a person in Ireland knew the kind I was, and I there drinking, waking, eating, sleeping, a quiet, simple poor fellow with no man giving me heed.
PEGEEN (getting a quilt out of the cupboard and putting it on the sack). It was the girls were giving you heed maybe, and Iâm thinking itâs most conceit youâd have to be gaming with their like.
CHRISTY (shaking his head, with simplicity). Not the girls itself, and I wonât tell you a lie. There wasnât anyone heeding me in that place saving only the dumb beasts of the field. (He sits down at fire.)
PEGEEN (with disappointment). And I thinking you should have been living the like of a king of Norway or the Eastern world. (She comes and sits beside him after placing bread and mug ofmilk on the table.)
CHRISTY (laughing piteously). The like of a king, is it? And I after toiling, moiling, digging, dodging from the dawn till dusk with never a sight of joy or sport saving only when Iâd be abroad in the dark night poaching rabbits on hills, for I was a divil to poach, God forgive me, (very naïvely) and I near got six months for going with a dung fork and stabbing a fish.
PEGEEN. And itâs that youâd call sport, is it, to be abroad in the darkness with yourself alone?
CHRISTY. I did, God help me, and there Iâd be as happy as the sunshine of St. Martinâs Day, watching the light passing the north or the patches of fog, till Iâd hear a rabbit starting to screech and Iâd go running in the furze. Then when Iâd my full share Iâd come walking down where youâd see the ducks and geese stretched
PEGEEN. If they are itself, youâve heard it these days, Iâm thinking, and you walking the world telling out your story to young girls or old.
CHRISTY. Iâve told my story no place till this night, Pegeen Mike, and itâs foolish I was here, maybe, to be talking free, but youâre decent people, Iâm thinking, and yourself a kindly woman, the way I wasnât fearing you at all.
PEGEEN (filling a sack with straw). Youâve said the like of that, maybe, in every cot and cabin where youâve met a young girl on your way.
CHRISTY (going over to her, gradually raising his voice). Iâve said it nowhere till this night, Iâm telling you, for Iâve seen none the like of you the eleven long days I am walking the world, looking over a low ditch or a high ditch on my north or my south, into stony scattered fields, or scribes of bog, where youâd see young, limber girls, and fine prancing women making laughter with the men.
PEGEEN. If you werenât destroyed travelling, youâd have as much talk and streeleen, Iâm thinking, as Owen Roe OâSullivan or the poets of the Dingle Bay, and Iâve heard all times itâs the poets are your like, fine fiery fellows with great rages when their temperâs roused.
CHRISTY (drawing a little nearer to her). Youâve a power of rings, God bless you, and would there be any offence if I was asking are you single now?
PEGEEN. What would I want wedding so young?
CHRISTY (with relief). Weâre alike, so.
PEGEEN (she puts sack on settle and beats it up). I never killed my father. Iâd be afeard to do that, except I was the like of yourself with blind rages tearing me within, for Iâm thinking you should have had great tussling when the end was come.
CHRISTY (expanding with delight at the first confidential talk he has ever had with a woman). We had not then. It was a hard woman was come over the hill, and if he was always a crusty kind when heâd a hard woman setting him on, not the divil himself or his four fathers could put up with him at all.
PEGEEN (with curiosity). And isnât it a great wonder that one wasnât fearing you?
CHRISTY (very confidentially). Up to the day I killed my father, there wasnât a person in Ireland knew the kind I was, and I there drinking, waking, eating, sleeping, a quiet, simple poor fellow with no man giving me heed.
PEGEEN (getting a quilt out of the cupboard and putting it on the sack). It was the girls were giving you heed maybe, and Iâm thinking itâs most conceit youâd have to be gaming with their like.
CHRISTY (shaking his head, with simplicity). Not the girls itself, and I wonât tell you a lie. There wasnât anyone heeding me in that place saving only the dumb beasts of the field. (He sits down at fire.)
PEGEEN (with disappointment). And I thinking you should have been living the like of a king of Norway or the Eastern world. (She comes and sits beside him after placing bread and mug ofmilk on the table.)
CHRISTY (laughing piteously). The like of a king, is it? And I after toiling, moiling, digging, dodging from the dawn till dusk with never a sight of joy or sport saving only when Iâd be abroad in the dark night poaching rabbits on hills, for I was a divil to poach, God forgive me, (very naïvely) and I near got six months for going with a dung fork and stabbing a fish.
PEGEEN. And itâs that youâd call sport, is it, to be abroad in the darkness with yourself alone?
CHRISTY. I did, God help me, and there Iâd be as happy as the sunshine of St. Martinâs Day, watching the light passing the north or the patches of fog, till Iâd hear a rabbit starting to screech and Iâd go running in the furze. Then when Iâd my full share Iâd come walking down where youâd see the ducks and geese stretched
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