save me from the old man; for why would you be in such a scorch of haste to spur me to destruction now?
PEGEEN.
It's there your treachery is spurring me, till I'm hard set to think you're the one I'm after lacing in my heart-strings half an hour gone by. (To Mahon.) Take him on from this, for I think bad the world should see me raging for a Munster liar, and the fool of men.
MAHON.
Rise up now to retribution, and come on with me.
{{c|CROWD, jeeringly. There's the playboy! There's the lad thought he'd rule the roost in Mayo! Slate him now, mister.
CHRISTY, getting up in shy terror.
What is it drives you to torment me here, when I'd asked the thunders of the might of God to blast me if I ever did hurt to any saving only that one single blow.
MAHON, loudly.
If you didn't, you're a poor good-for-nothing,
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