The Playboy of the Western World - J. M. Synge (romantic love story reading .TXT) 📗

his own, like an old braying jackass strayed upon the rocks? To Christy. It’s many would be in dread to bring your like into their house for to end them, maybe, with a sudden end; but I’m a decent man of Ireland, and I liefer face the grave untimely and I seeing a score of grandsons growing up little gallant swearers by the name of God, than go peopling my bedside with puny weeds the like of what you’d breed, I’m thinking, out of Shaneen Keogh. He joins their hands. A daring fellow is the jewel of the world, and a man did split his father’s middle with a single clout, should have the bravery of ten, so may God and Mary and St. Patrick bless you, and increase you from this mortal day. Christy and Pegeen Amen, O Lord! Hubbub outside. Old Mahon rushes in, followed by all the crowd, and Widow Quin. He makes a rush at Christy, knocks him down, and begins to beat him. Pegeen Dragging back his arm. Stop that, will you. Who are you at all? Mahon His father, God forgive me! Pegeen Drawing back. Is it rose from the dead? Mahon Do you think I look so easy quenched with the tap of a loy? Beats Christy again. Pegeen Glaring at Christy. And it’s lies you told, letting on you had him slitted, and you nothing at all. Christy Clutching Mahon’s stick. He’s not my father. He’s a raving maniac would scare the world. Pointing to Widow Quin. Herself knows it is true. Crowd You’re fooling Pegeen! The Widow Quin seen him this day, and you likely knew! You’re a liar! Christy Dumbfounded. It’s himself was a liar, lying stretched out with an open head on him, letting on he was dead. Mahon Weren’t you off racing the hills before I got my breath with the start I had seeing you turn on me at all? Pegeen And to think of the coaxing glory we had given him, and he after doing nothing but hitting a soft blow and chasing northward in a sweat of fear. Quit off from this. Christy Piteously. You’ve seen my doings this day, and let you save me from the old man; for why would you be in such a scorch of haste to spur me to destruction now? Pegeen It’s there your treachery is spurring me, till I’m hard set to think you’re the one I’m after lacing in my heartstrings half-an-hour gone by. To Mahon. Take him on from this, for I think bad the world should see me raging for a Munster liar, and the fool of men. Mahon Rise up now to retribution, and come on with me. Crowd Jeeringly. There’s the playboy! There’s the lad thought he’d rule the roost in Mayo. Slate him now, mister. Christy Getting up in shy terror. What is it drives you to torment me here, when I’d asked the thunders of the might of God to blast me if I ever did hurt to any saving only that one single blow. Mahon Loudly. If you didn’t, you’re a poor good-for-nothing, and isn’t it by the like of you the sins of the whole world are committed? Christy Raising his hands. In the name of the Almighty God.⁠ ⁠… Mahon Leave troubling the Lord God. Would you have him sending down droughts, and fevers, and the old hen and the cholera morbus? Christy To Widow Quin. Will you come between us and protect me now? Widow Quin I’ve tried a lot, God help me, and my share is done. Christy Looking round in desperation. And I must go back into my torment is it, or run off like a vagabond straying through the unions with the dusts of August making mudstains in the gullet of my throat, or the winds of March blowing on me till I’d take an oath I felt them making whistles of my ribs within? Sara Ask Pegeen to aid you. Her like does often change. Christy I will not then, for there’s torment in the splendour of her like, and she a girl any moon of midnight would take pride to meet, facing southwards on the heaths of Keel. But what did I want crawling forward to scorch my understanding at her flaming brow? Pegeen To Mahon, vehemently, fearing she will break into tears. Take him on from this or I’ll set the young lads to destroy him here. Mahon Going to him, shaking his stick. Come on now if you wouldn’t have the company to see you skelped. Pegeen Half laughing, through her tears. That’s it, now the world will see him pandied, and he an ugly liar was playing off the hero, and the fright of men. Christy To Mahon, very sharply. Leave me go! Crowd That’s it. Now Christy. If them two set fighting, it will lick the world. Mahon Making a grab at Christy. Come here to me. Christy More threateningly. Leave me go, I’m saying. Mahon I will maybe, when your legs is limping, and your back is blue. Crowd Keep it up, the two of you. I’ll back the old one. Now the playboy. Christy In low and intense voice. Shut your yelling, for if you’re after making a mighty man of me this day by the power of a lie, you’re setting me now to think if it’s a poor thing to be lonesome, it’s worse maybe to go mixing with the fools of earth. Mahon makes a movement towards him. Christy Almost shouting. Keep off⁠ ⁠… lest I do show a blow unto the lot of you would set the guardian angels winking in the clouds above. He swings round with a sudden rapid movement and picks up a loy. Crowd Half frightened, half amused. 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