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her off, your reverence, keep her off for the
love of the Almighty God. What at all would
the Lord Bishop say if he found me here
lying with my head broken across, or the two
of yous maybe digging a bloody grave for
me at the door of the church?
PRIEST -- waving Sarah off. -- Go along,
Sarah Casey. Would you be doing murder at
my feet? Go along from me now, and wasn't
I a big fool to have to do with you when it's
nothing but distraction and torment I get
from the kindness of my heart?
SARAH -- shouting. -- I've bet a power of
strong lads east and west through the world,
and are you thinking I'd turn back from a
priest? Leave the road now, or maybe I
would strike yourself.
PRIEST. You would not, Sarah Casey.
I've no fear for the lot of you; but let you
walk off, I'm saying, and not be coming where
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you've no business, and screeching tumult and
murder at the doorway of the church.
SARAH. I'll not go a step till I have her
head broke, or till I'm wed with himself. If
you want to get shut of us, let you marry us
now, for I'm thinking the ten shillings in gold
is a good price for the like of you, and you
near burst with the fat.
PRIEST. I wouldn't have you coming in
on me and soiling my church; for there's
nothing at all, I'm thinking, would keep the
like of you from hell. (He throws down the
ten shillings on the ground.) Gather up your
gold now, and begone from my sight, for if
ever I set an eye on you again you'll hear me
telling the peelers who it was stole the black
ass belonging to Philly O'Cullen, and whose
hay it is the grey ass does be eating.
SARAH. You'd do that?
PRIEST. I would, surely.
SARAH. If you do, you'll be getting all
the tinkers from Wicklow and Wexford, and
the County Meath, to put up block tin in the
place of glass to shield your windows where
you do be looking out and blinking at the girls.
It's hard set you'll be that time, I'm telling
you, to fill the depth of your belly the long
days of Lent; for we wouldn't leave a laying
pullet in your yard at all.
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PRIEST -- losing his temper finally. -- Go
on, now, or I'll send the Lords of Justice a
dated story of your villainies -- burning,
stealing, robbing, raping to this mortal day.
Go on now, I'm saying, if you'd run from
Kilmainham or the rope itself.
MICHAEL -- taking off his coat. -- Is it
run from the like of you, holy father? Go up
to your own shanty, or I'll beat you with the
ass's reins till the world would hear you roar-
ing from this place to the coast of Clare.
PRIEST. Is it lift your hand upon myself
when the Lord would blight your members
if you'd touch me now? Go on from this.
[He gives him a shove.
MICHAEL. Blight me is it? Take it
then, your reverence, and God help you so.
[He runs at him with the reins.
PRIEST -- runs up to ditch crying out. --
There are the peelers passing by the grace of
God -- hey, below!
MARY -- clapping her hand over his
mouth. -- Knock him down on the road; they
didn't hear him at all.
[Michael pulls him down.
SARAH. Gag his jaws.
MARY. Stuff the sacking in his teeth.
[They gag him with the sack that had
the can in it.
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SARAH. Tie the bag around his head,
and if the peelers come, we'll put him head-
first in the boghole is beyond the ditch.
[They tie him up in some sacking.
MICHAEL -- to Mary. -- Keep him quiet,
and the rags tight on him for fear he'd
screech. (He goes back to their camp.)
Hurry with the things, Sarah Casey. The
peelers aren't coming this way, and maybe
we'll get off from them now.
[They bundle the things together in
wild haste, the priest wriggling and
struggling about on the ground, with
old Mary trying to keep him quiet.
MARY -- patting his head. -- Be quiet,
your reverence. What is it ails you, with
your wrigglings now? Is it choking maybe?
(She puts her hand under the sack, and feels
his mouth, patting him on the back.) It's
only letting on you are, holy father, for your
nose is blowing back and forward as easy as
an east wind on an April day. (In a soothing
voice.) There now, holy father, let you stay
easy, I'm telling you, and learn a little sense
and patience, the way you'll not be so airy
again going to rob poor sinners of their scraps
of gold. (He gets quieter.) That's a good
boy you are now, your reverence, and let you
not be uneasy, for we wouldn't hurt you at
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all. It's sick and sorry we are to tease you;
but what did you want meddling with the
like of us, when it's a long time we are going
our own ways -- father and son, and his son
after him, or mother and daughter, and her
own daughter again -- and it's little need we
ever had of going up into a church and swear-
ing -- I'm told there's swearing with it -- a
word no man would believe, or with drawing
rings on our fingers, would be cutting our
skins maybe when we'd be taking the ass from
the shafts, and pulling the straps the time
they'd be slippy with going around beneath
the heavens in rains falling.
MICHAEL -- who has finished bundling
up the things, comes over to Sarah. -- We're
fixed now; and I have a mind to run him in
a boghole the way he'll not be tattling to the
peelers of our games to-day.
SARAH. You'd have a right too, I'm
thinking.
MARY -- soothingly. -- Let you not be
rough with him, Sarah Casey, and he after
drinking his sup of porter with us at the fall
of night. Maybe he'd swear a mighty oath
he wouldn't harm us, and then we'd safer
loose him; for if we went to drown him,
they'd maybe hang the batch of us, man and
child and woman, and the ass itself.
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MICHAEL. What would he care for an
oath?
MARY. Don't you know his like do live
in terror of the wrath of God? (Putting her
mouth to the Priest's ear in the sacking.)
Would you swear an oath, holy father, to
leave us in our freedom, and not talk at all?
(Priest nods in sacking.) Didn't I tell you?
Look at the poor fellow nodding his head off
in the bias of the sacks. Strip them off from
him, and he'll be easy now.
MICHAEL -- as if speaking to a horse. --
Hold up, holy father.
[He pulls the sacking off, and shows the
priest with his hair on end. They free
his mouth.
MARY. Hold him till he swears.
PRIEST -- in a faint voice. -- I swear
surely. If you let me go in peace, I'll not
inform against you or say a thing at all, and
may God forgive me for giving heed unto
your like to-day.
SARAH -- puts the ring on his finger. --
There's the ring, holy father, to keep you
minding of your oath until the end of time;
for my heart's scalded with your fooling; and
it'll be a long day till I go making talk of
marriage or the like of that.
MARY -- complacently, standing up slow-
52
ly. -- She's vexed now, your reverence; and
let you not mind her at all, for she's right
surely, and it's little need we ever had of the
like of you to get us our bit to eat, and our
bit to drink, and our time of love when we
were young men and women, and were fine
to look at.
MICHAEL. Hurry on now. He's a great
man to have kept us from fooling our gold;
and we'll have a great time drinking that bit
with the trampers on the green of Clash.
[They gather up their things. The priest
stands up.
PRIEST -- lifting up his hand. -- I've
sworn not to call the hand of man upon your
crimes to-day; but I haven't sworn I wouldn't
call the fire of heaven from the hand of the
Almighty God.
[He begins saying a Latin malediction in
a loud ecclesiastical voice.
MARY. There's an old villain.
All -- together. -- Run, run. Run for
your lives.
[They rush out, leaving the Priest master
of the situation.
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End
love of the Almighty God. What at all would
the Lord Bishop say if he found me here
lying with my head broken across, or the two
of yous maybe digging a bloody grave for
me at the door of the church?
PRIEST -- waving Sarah off. -- Go along,
Sarah Casey. Would you be doing murder at
my feet? Go along from me now, and wasn't
I a big fool to have to do with you when it's
nothing but distraction and torment I get
from the kindness of my heart?
SARAH -- shouting. -- I've bet a power of
strong lads east and west through the world,
and are you thinking I'd turn back from a
priest? Leave the road now, or maybe I
would strike yourself.
PRIEST. You would not, Sarah Casey.
I've no fear for the lot of you; but let you
walk off, I'm saying, and not be coming where
47
you've no business, and screeching tumult and
murder at the doorway of the church.
SARAH. I'll not go a step till I have her
head broke, or till I'm wed with himself. If
you want to get shut of us, let you marry us
now, for I'm thinking the ten shillings in gold
is a good price for the like of you, and you
near burst with the fat.
PRIEST. I wouldn't have you coming in
on me and soiling my church; for there's
nothing at all, I'm thinking, would keep the
like of you from hell. (He throws down the
ten shillings on the ground.) Gather up your
gold now, and begone from my sight, for if
ever I set an eye on you again you'll hear me
telling the peelers who it was stole the black
ass belonging to Philly O'Cullen, and whose
hay it is the grey ass does be eating.
SARAH. You'd do that?
PRIEST. I would, surely.
SARAH. If you do, you'll be getting all
the tinkers from Wicklow and Wexford, and
the County Meath, to put up block tin in the
place of glass to shield your windows where
you do be looking out and blinking at the girls.
It's hard set you'll be that time, I'm telling
you, to fill the depth of your belly the long
days of Lent; for we wouldn't leave a laying
pullet in your yard at all.
48
PRIEST -- losing his temper finally. -- Go
on, now, or I'll send the Lords of Justice a
dated story of your villainies -- burning,
stealing, robbing, raping to this mortal day.
Go on now, I'm saying, if you'd run from
Kilmainham or the rope itself.
MICHAEL -- taking off his coat. -- Is it
run from the like of you, holy father? Go up
to your own shanty, or I'll beat you with the
ass's reins till the world would hear you roar-
ing from this place to the coast of Clare.
PRIEST. Is it lift your hand upon myself
when the Lord would blight your members
if you'd touch me now? Go on from this.
[He gives him a shove.
MICHAEL. Blight me is it? Take it
then, your reverence, and God help you so.
[He runs at him with the reins.
PRIEST -- runs up to ditch crying out. --
There are the peelers passing by the grace of
God -- hey, below!
MARY -- clapping her hand over his
mouth. -- Knock him down on the road; they
didn't hear him at all.
[Michael pulls him down.
SARAH. Gag his jaws.
MARY. Stuff the sacking in his teeth.
[They gag him with the sack that had
the can in it.
49
SARAH. Tie the bag around his head,
and if the peelers come, we'll put him head-
first in the boghole is beyond the ditch.
[They tie him up in some sacking.
MICHAEL -- to Mary. -- Keep him quiet,
and the rags tight on him for fear he'd
screech. (He goes back to their camp.)
Hurry with the things, Sarah Casey. The
peelers aren't coming this way, and maybe
we'll get off from them now.
[They bundle the things together in
wild haste, the priest wriggling and
struggling about on the ground, with
old Mary trying to keep him quiet.
MARY -- patting his head. -- Be quiet,
your reverence. What is it ails you, with
your wrigglings now? Is it choking maybe?
(She puts her hand under the sack, and feels
his mouth, patting him on the back.) It's
only letting on you are, holy father, for your
nose is blowing back and forward as easy as
an east wind on an April day. (In a soothing
voice.) There now, holy father, let you stay
easy, I'm telling you, and learn a little sense
and patience, the way you'll not be so airy
again going to rob poor sinners of their scraps
of gold. (He gets quieter.) That's a good
boy you are now, your reverence, and let you
not be uneasy, for we wouldn't hurt you at
50
all. It's sick and sorry we are to tease you;
but what did you want meddling with the
like of us, when it's a long time we are going
our own ways -- father and son, and his son
after him, or mother and daughter, and her
own daughter again -- and it's little need we
ever had of going up into a church and swear-
ing -- I'm told there's swearing with it -- a
word no man would believe, or with drawing
rings on our fingers, would be cutting our
skins maybe when we'd be taking the ass from
the shafts, and pulling the straps the time
they'd be slippy with going around beneath
the heavens in rains falling.
MICHAEL -- who has finished bundling
up the things, comes over to Sarah. -- We're
fixed now; and I have a mind to run him in
a boghole the way he'll not be tattling to the
peelers of our games to-day.
SARAH. You'd have a right too, I'm
thinking.
MARY -- soothingly. -- Let you not be
rough with him, Sarah Casey, and he after
drinking his sup of porter with us at the fall
of night. Maybe he'd swear a mighty oath
he wouldn't harm us, and then we'd safer
loose him; for if we went to drown him,
they'd maybe hang the batch of us, man and
child and woman, and the ass itself.
51
MICHAEL. What would he care for an
oath?
MARY. Don't you know his like do live
in terror of the wrath of God? (Putting her
mouth to the Priest's ear in the sacking.)
Would you swear an oath, holy father, to
leave us in our freedom, and not talk at all?
(Priest nods in sacking.) Didn't I tell you?
Look at the poor fellow nodding his head off
in the bias of the sacks. Strip them off from
him, and he'll be easy now.
MICHAEL -- as if speaking to a horse. --
Hold up, holy father.
[He pulls the sacking off, and shows the
priest with his hair on end. They free
his mouth.
MARY. Hold him till he swears.
PRIEST -- in a faint voice. -- I swear
surely. If you let me go in peace, I'll not
inform against you or say a thing at all, and
may God forgive me for giving heed unto
your like to-day.
SARAH -- puts the ring on his finger. --
There's the ring, holy father, to keep you
minding of your oath until the end of time;
for my heart's scalded with your fooling; and
it'll be a long day till I go making talk of
marriage or the like of that.
MARY -- complacently, standing up slow-
52
ly. -- She's vexed now, your reverence; and
let you not mind her at all, for she's right
surely, and it's little need we ever had of the
like of you to get us our bit to eat, and our
bit to drink, and our time of love when we
were young men and women, and were fine
to look at.
MICHAEL. Hurry on now. He's a great
man to have kept us from fooling our gold;
and we'll have a great time drinking that bit
with the trampers on the green of Clash.
[They gather up their things. The priest
stands up.
PRIEST -- lifting up his hand. -- I've
sworn not to call the hand of man upon your
crimes to-day; but I haven't sworn I wouldn't
call the fire of heaven from the hand of the
Almighty God.
[He begins saying a Latin malediction in
a loud ecclesiastical voice.
MARY. There's an old villain.
All -- together. -- Run, run. Run for
your lives.
[They rush out, leaving the Priest master
of the situation.
CURTAIN
End
- bishop [´biʃəp]
n.主教 (初中英语单词) - bloody [´blʌdi] a.(流)血的；血腥的 (初中英语单词)
- doorway [´dɔ:wei] n.门口 (初中英语单词)
- shield [ʃi:ld] n.盾牌；防御 v.保护 (初中英语单词)
- temper [´tempə] n.韧度 v.锻炼；调和 (初中英语单词)
- bundle [´bʌndl] n.包，捆；包袱(裹) (初中英语单词)
- priest [pri:st] n.教士；牧师；神父 (初中英语单词)
- patience [´peiʃəns] n.忍耐(力)；耐心；坚韧 (初中英语单词)
- terror [´terə] n.恐怖；惊骇 (初中英语单词)
- forgive [fə´giv] vt.原谅，谅解，宽恕 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- reverence [´revərəns] n.尊敬；敬畏；尊严 (高中英语单词)
- torment [´tɔ:ment] vt.(使)痛苦，折磨 (高中英语单词)
- saying [´seiŋ, ´sei-iŋ] n.言语；言论；格言 (高中英语单词)
- tumult [´tju:mʌlt, ´tu:-] n.喧哗；激昂；烦乱 (高中英语单词)
- mortal [´mɔ:tl] a.致命的 n.凡人 (高中英语单词)
- uneasy [ʌn´i:zi] a.不安的；不自在的 (高中英语单词)
- porter [´pɔ:tə] n.守门人；勤杂工人 (高中英语单词)
- mighty [´maiti] a.强有力的 ad.很 (高中英语单词)
- almighty [ɔ:l´maiti] a.万能的；全能的 (英语四级单词)
- blight [blait] n.打击 vt.摧残 (英语四级单词)
- trying [´traiiŋ] a.难堪的；费劲的 (英语四级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
- speaking [´spi:kiŋ] n.说话 a.发言的 (英语六级单词)
- ecclesiastical [i,kli:zi´æstikəl] n.基督教会的；教士的 (英语六级单词)
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