The Playboy of the Western World by J. M. Synge

Author:J. M. Synge
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Ireland -- Drama
Publisher: Standard Ebooks
Published: 2020-02-26T17:15:57+00:00

Act III

Scene as be­fore. Later in the day. Jimmy comes in, slightly drunk.

Jimmy Calls. Pegeen! Crosses to in­ner door. Pegeen Mike! Comes back again into the room. Pegeen! Philly comes in in the same state. To Philly. Did you see her­self?

Philly I did not; but I sent Shawn Keogh with the ass cart for to bear him home. Try­ing cup­boards which are locked. Well, isn’t he a nasty man to get into such stag­gers at a morn­ing wake; and isn’t her­self the di­vil’s daugh­ter for lock­ing, and she so fussy after that young gaf­fer, you might take your death with drought and none to heed you?

Jimmy It’s little won­der she’d be fussy, and he after bring­ing bank­rupt ruin on the roul­ette man, and the trick-o’-the-loop man, and break­ing the nose of the cock­shot-man, and win­ning all in the sports be­low, ra­cing, lep­ping, dan­cing, and the Lord knows what! He’s right luck, I’m telling you.

Philly If he has, he’ll be rightly hobbled yet, and he not able to say ten words without mak­ing a brag of the way he killed his father, and the great blow he hit with the loy.

Jimmy A man can’t hang by his own in­form­ing, and his father should be rot­ten by now.

Old Mahon passes win­dow slowly.

Philly Sup­pos­ing a man’s dig­ging spuds in that field with a long spade, and sup­pos­ing he flings up the two halves of that skull, what’ll be said then in the pa­pers and the courts of law?

Jimmy They’d say it was an old Dane, maybe, was drowned in the flood.

Old Mahon comes in and sits down near door listen­ing.

Did you never hear tell of the skulls they have in the city of Dub­lin, ranged out like blue jugs in a cabin of Con­naught?

Philly And you be­lieve that?

Jimmy Pug­na­ciously. Didn’t a lad see them and he after com­ing from har­vest­ing in the Liver­pool boat? “They have them there,” says he, “mak­ing a show of the great people there was one time walk­ing the world. White skulls and black skulls and yel­low skulls, and some with full teeth, and some haven’t only but one.”

Philly It was no lie, maybe, for when I was a young lad there was a grave­yard bey­ond the house with the rem­nants of a man who had thighs as long as your arm. He was a hor­rid man, I’m telling you, and there was many a fine Sunday I’d put him to­gether for fun, and he with shiny bones, you wouldn’t meet the like of these days in the cit­ies of the world.

Mahon Get­ting up. You wouldn’t is it? Lay your eyes on that skull, and tell me where and when there was an­other the like of it, is splintered only from the blow of a loy.

Philly Glory be to God! And who hit you at all?

Mahon Tri­umphantly. It was my own son hit me. Would you be­lieve that?

Jimmy Well, there’s won­ders hid­den in the heart of man!

Philly Sus­pi­ciously. And what way was it done?

Mahon Wan­der­ing about the room. I’m

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