The Playboy of the Western World HTML version

SCENE, [as before. Brilliant morning light. Christy, looking bright and cheerful, is
cleaning a girl's boots.]
CHRISTY -- [to himself, counting jugs on dresser.] -- Half a hundred beyond. Ten there.
A score that's above. Eighty jugs. Six cups and a broken one. Two plates. A power of
glasses. Bottles, a school-master'd be hard set to count, and enough in them, I'm thinking,
to drunken all the wealth and wisdom of the County Clare. (He puts down the boot
carefully.) There's her boots now, nice and decent for her evening use, and isn't it grand
brushes she has? (He puts them down and goes by degrees to the looking-glass.) Well,
this'd be a fine place to be my whole life talking out with swearing Christians, in place of
my old dogs and cat, and I stalking around, smoking my pipe and drinking my fill, and
never a day's work but drawing a cork an odd time, or wiping a glass, or rinsing out a
shiny tumbler for a decent man. (He takes the looking-glass from the wall and puts it on
the back of a chair; then sits down in front of it and begins washing his face.) Didn't I
know rightly I was handsome, though it was the divil's own mirror we had beyond, would
twist a squint across an angel's brow; and I'll be growing fine from this day, the way I'll
have a soft lovely skin on me and won't be the like of the clumsy young fellows do be
ploughing all times in the earth and dung. (He starts.) Is she coming again? (He looks
out.) Stranger girls. God help me, where'll I hide myself away and my long neck nacked
to the world? (He looks out.) I'd best go to the room maybe till I'm dressed again. [He
gathers up his coat and the looking-glass, and runs into the inner room. The door is
pushed open, and Susan Brady looks in, and knocks on door.]
SUSAN. There's nobody in it. [Knocks again.]
NELLY -- [pushing her in and following her, with Honor Blake and Sara Tansey.] It'd be
early for them both to be out walking the hill.
SUSAN. I'm thinking Shawn Keogh was making game of us and there's no such man in it
at all.
HONOR -- [pointing to straw and quilt.] -- Look at that. He's been sleeping there in the
night. Well, it'll be a hard case if he's gone off now, the way we'll never set our eyes on a
man killed his father, and we after rising early and destroying ourselves running fast on
the hill.
NELLY. Are you thinking them's his boots?
SARA -- [taking them up.] -- If they are, there should be his father's track on them. Did
you never read in the papers the way murdered men do bleed and drip?
SUSAN. Is that blood there, Sara Tansey?