The Playboy of the
CHRISTY, suddenly starting up.
You'll be taking me from her? You're jealous, is it, of her wedding me? Go on from this.
He snatches up a stool, and threatens them with it.
WIDOW QUIN, going.
It's in the madhouse they should put him, not in jail, at all. We'll go by the back-door to call the doctor, and we'll save him so.
She goes out, with Sara, through inner room. Men crowd in the doorway. Christy sits down again by the fire.
MICHAEL, in a terrified whisper.
Is the old lad killed surely?
PHILLY.
I'm after feeling the last gasps quitting his heart.
They peer in at Christy.
MICHAEL, with a rope.
Look at the way he is. Twist a hangman's knot on it, and slip it over his head, while he's not minding at all.
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