CHRISTY.
I'll not stir. (To Pegeen.) And what is it you'll say to me, and I after doing it this time in the face of all?
PEGEEN.
I'll say, a strange man is a marvel, with his mighty talk; but what's a squabble in your back-yard, and the blow of a loy, have taught me that there's a great gap between a gallous story and a dirty deed. (To men.) Take him from this, or the lot of us will be likely put on trial for his deed to-day.
CHRISTY, with horror in his voice.
And it's yourself will send me off, to have a horny-fingered hangman hitching his bloody slip-knots at the butt of my ear.
MEN, pulling rope
Come on, will you?
He is pulled down on the floor.
CHRISTY, twisting his legs round the table.
Cut the rope, Pegeen, and I'll quit the lot of you, and live from this out, like the madmen of Keel, eating muck and green weeds, on the faces of the cliffs.
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