SARA.
Ask Pegeen to aid you. Her like does often change.
CHRISTY.
I will not, then, for there's torment in the splendour of her like, and she a girl any moon of midnight would take pride to meet, facing southwards on the heaths of Keel. But what did I want crawling forward to scorch my understanding at her flaming brow?
PEGEEN, to Mahon, vehemently, fearing she will break into tears.
Take him on from this or I'll set the young lads to destroy him here.
MAHON, going to him, shaking his stick.
Come on now if you wouldn't have the company to see you skelped.
PEGEEN, half laughing through her tears.
That's it, now the world will see him pandied, and he an ugly liar was playing off the hero, and the fright of men.
CHRISTY, to Mahon, very sharply.
Leave me go!
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