] -- He's going mad! Mind yourselves!
Run from the idiot!
CHRISTY. If I am an idiot, I'm after hearing my voice this day saying words
would raise the topknot on a poet in a merchant's town. I've won your racing,
and your lepping, and . . .
MAHON. Shut your gullet and come on with me.
CHRISTY. I'm going, but I'll stretch you first. [He runs at old Mahon with
the loy, chases him out of the door, followed by crowd and Widow Quin. There
is a great noise outside, then a yell, and dead silence for a moment. Christy
comes in, half dazed, and goes to fire.]
WIDOW QUIN -- [coming in, hurriedly, and going to him.] -- They're turning
again you. Come on, or you'll be hanged, indeed.
CHRISTY. I'm thinking, from this out, Pegeen'll be giving me praises the same
as in the hours gone by.
WIDOW QUIN -- [impatiently.] Come by the back-door. I'd think bad to have
you stifled on the gallows tree.
CHRISTY -- [indignantly.] I will not, then. What good'd be my life-time, if
I left Pegeen?
WIDOW QUIN. Come on, and you'll be no worse than you were last night; and you
with a double murder this time to be telling to the girls.
CHRISTY. I'll not leave Pegeen Mike.
WIDOW QUIN -- [impatiently.] Isn't there the match of her in every parish
public, from Binghamstown unto the plain of Meath? Come on, I tell you, and
I'll find you finer sweethearts at each waning moon.
CHRISTY. It's Pegeen I'm seeking only, and what'd I care if you brought me a
drift of chosen females, standing in their shifts itself, maybe, from this
place to the Eastern World?
SARA -- [runs in, pulling off one of her petticoats.
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