him rotting beyond, and not a Christian drinking a smart drop to the glory of his soul?
CHRISTY, gruffly.
It's well enough he's lying, for the likes of him.
MICHAEL, slapping him on the back.
Well, aren't you a hardened slayer? It'll be a poor thing for the household man where you go sniffing for a female wife; and (pointing to Shawn) look beyond at that shy and decent Christian I have chosen for my daughter's hand, and I after getting the gilded dispensation this day for to wed them now.
CHRISTY.
And you'll be wedding them this day, is it?
MICHAEL, drawing himself up.
Aye. Are you thinking, if I'm drunk itself, I'd leave my daughter living single with a little frisky rascal is the like of you?
PEGEEN, breaking away from Shawn.
Is it the truth the dispensation's come?
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