upon my heart? Have you not a word to aid me, Shaneen? Are you not jealous at all?
SHAWN, in great misery.
I'd be afeard to be jealous of a man did slay his da?
PEGEEN.
Well, it'd be a poor thing to go marrying your like. I'm seeing there's a world of peril for an orphan girl, and isn't it a great blessing I didn't wed you before himself came walking from the west or south?
SHAWN.
It's a queer story you'd go picking a dirty tramp up from the highways of the world.
PEGEEN, playfully.
And you think you're a likely beau to go straying along with, the shiny Sundays of the opening year, when it's sooner on a bullock's liver you'd put a poor girl thinking than on the lily or the rose?
SHAWN.
And have you no mind of my weight of passion, and the holy dispensation, and the drift of heifers I am giving, and the golden ring?
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