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FOOL
He blows. WISE MAN
FOOL
WISE MAN
goes on blowing. He seizes the by the shoulders, and begins to force him out through the door, then suddenly changes his mind. He drags him back into the room. FOOL
WISE MAN
FOOL
WISE MAN
FOOL [looking wise ]
WISE MAN
[Goes towards the hour-glass as if to uncover it.]
He kneels. FOOL
WISE MAN
FOOL
WISE MAN
helps him to his chair. [FOOL bows his head. WISE MANS head sinks on his arm on the books. PUPILS are heard singing as before, but now they come right on to the stage before they cease their song.
A YOUNG MAN
ANOTHER
ANOTHER
Goes over and touches him. FOOL
All are silent for a moment. [The ANGEL appears in the doorway, stretches out her hands and closes them again. ] The Angel has taken it in her hands She will open her hands in the Garden of Paradise.[They all kneel.
CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN
PERSONS IN THE PLAY
Michael Gillane, his Son, going to be married
Patrick Gillane, a lad of twelve, Michaels Brother
Bridget Gillane, Peters Wife
Delia Cahel, engaged to Michael
The Poor Old Woman
Neighbours
CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN
Interior of a cottage close to Killala, in 1798. BRIDGET is standing at a table undoing a parcel. PETER is sitting at one side of the fire, PATRICK at the other.
PETER
PATRICK
He listens. He goes to the window and looks out. PETER
PATRICK
BRIDGET
PETER [shifts his chair to table ]
BRIDGET
PETER
PATRICK [who is still at the window ]
BRIDGET
PATRICK
He turns towards BRIDGET
PETER
[PATRICK opens the door and MICHAEL comes in.
BRIDGET
MICHAEL
BRIDGET
MICHAEL
PETER
MICHAEL
[MICHAEL puts bag on table and goes over and leans against chimney-jamb. BRIDGET, who has been all this time examining the clothes, pulling the seams and trying the lining of the pockets, etc., puts the clothes on the dresser.
PETER
[Getting up and taking the bag in his hand and turning out the money.]
I made the bargain well for you, Michael. Old John Cahel would sooner have kept a share of this a while longer. Let me keep the half of it until the first boy is born, says he. You will not, says I. Whether there is or is not a boy, the whole hundred pounds must be in Michaels hands before he brings your daughter to the house. The wife spoke to him then, and he gave in at the end.
BRIDGET
PETER
BRIDGET
She is vexed and bangs a jug on the dresser. PETER
[He pats her arm.
BRIDGET
PETER
He begins handling the money again and sits down. MICHAEL
BRIDGET
PETER
MICHAEL [coming over towards the table ]
PATRICK [turning round from the window ]
MICHAEL
PATRICK
[Opens the door to go out, but stops for a moment on the threshold.]
MICHAEL
[PATRICK goes out, leaving the door open.
PETER
BRIDGET
PETER
BRIDGET
MICHAEL
[He goes over to the door and stands there for a moment, putting up his hand to shade his eyes.
BRIDGET
you see anything?
MICHAEL
BRIDGET
MICHAEL
BRIDGET
PETER
[He goes over to a large box in the corner, opens it and puts the bag in and fumbles at the lock.
MICHAEL
An passes the window slowly, she looks at as she passes. BRIDGET
[The OLD WOMAN comes in. MICHAEL stands aside to make way for her.
OLD WOMAN
PETER
OLD WOMAN
PETER
BRIDGET
OLD WOMAN [warming her hands ]
[MICHAEL watches her curiously from the door. PETER comes over to the table.
PETER
OLD WOMAN
PETER
OLD WOMAN
BRIDGET
OLD WOMAN
BRIDGET
OLD WOMAN
BRIDGET
OLD WOMAN
BRIDGET
OLD WOMAN
PETER
OLD WOMAN
PETER [aside to BRIDGET]
BRIDGET
PETER [to OLD WOMAN]
OLD WOMAN
[She begins singing half to herself.
I will go cry with the woman,
For yellow-haired Donough is dead,
With a hempen rope for a neckcloth,
And a white cloth on his head,
MICHAEL [coming from the door ]
OLD WOMAN
[She goes on singing, much louder.
I am come to cry with you, woman,
My hair is unwound and unbound;
I remember him ploughing his field,
Turning up the red side of the ground,
And building his barn on the hill
With the good mortared stone;
O! wed have pulled down the gallows
Had it happened in Enniscrone!
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
PETER [aside to BRIDGET]
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
sits down beside her at the hearth. MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
BRIDGET
PETER
BRIDGET
PETER
BRIDGET
PETER
BRIDGET
[PETER goes to the box and takes out a shilling.
BRIDGET [to the OLD WOMAN]
OLD WOMAN
PETER [offering the shilling ]
OLD WOMAN
PETER
OLD WOMAN
[PETER goes over to the table staring at the shilling in his hand in a bewildered way, and stands whispering to BRIDGET.
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
my hopes.
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
She gets up. MICHAEL
BRIDGET
To the OLD WOMAN
PETER [to BRIDGET]
BRIDGET
OLD WOMAN
PETER
OLD WOMAN
[Who is standing in the doorway.]
[Sings. ] Do not make a great keening
When the graves have been dug to-morrow.
Do not call the white-scarfed riders
To the burying that shall be to-morrow.
Do not spread food to call strangers
To the wakes that shall be to-morrow;
Do not give money for prayers
For the dead that shall die to-morrow.
MICHAEL
PETER
MICHAEL
OLD WOMAN
[She goes out; her voice is heard outside singing.
They shall be remembered for ever,
They shall be alive for ever,
They shall be speaking for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever.
BRIDGET [to PETER]
Raising her voice. [She puts them on his arm.
MICHAEL
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