SUSAN. That's a grand story.
HONOR. He tells it lovely.
CHRISTY -- [flattered and confident, waving bone.] -- He gave a drive with the
scythe, and I gave a lep to the east. Then I turned around with my back to
the north, and I hit a blow on the ridge of his skull, laid him stretched out,
and he split to the knob of his gullet. [He raises the chicken bone to his
Adam'sapple.
GIRLS -- [together.] Well, you're a marvel! Oh, God bless you! You're the
lad surely!
SUSAN. I'm thinking the Lord God sent him this road to make a second husband
to the Widow Quin, and she with a great yearning to be wedded, though all
dread her here. Lift him on her knee, Sara Tansey.
WIDOW QUIN. Don't tease him.
SARA -- [going over to dresser and counter very quickly, and getting two
glasses and porter.] -- You're heroes surely, and let you drink a supeen with
your arms linked like the outlandish lovers in the sailor's song. (She links
their arms and gives them the glasses.) There now. Drink a health to the
wonders of the western world, the pirates, preachers, poteen-makers, with the
jobbing jockies; parching peelers, and the juries fill their stomachs selling
judgments of the English law. [Brandishing the bottle.]
WIDOW QUIN. That's a right toast, Sara Tansey. Now Christy. [They drink with
their arms linked, he drinking with his left hand, she with her right. As
they are drinking, Pegeen Mike comes in with a milk can and stands aghast.
They all spring away from Christy.
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