The Playboy of the
MICHAEL.
If you're a dunce itself, you'd have a right to know that larceny's robbing and stealing. Is it for the like of that you're wanting?
CHRISTY, with a flash of family pride.
And I the son of a strong farmer (with a sudden qualm), God rest his soul, could have bought up the whole of your old house a while since, from the butt of his tail-pocket, and not have missed the weight of it gone.
MICHAEL, impressed.
If it's not stealing, it's maybe something big.
CHRISTY, flattered.
Aye; it's maybe something big.
JIMMY.
He's a wicked-looking young fellow. Maybe he followed after a young woman on a lonesome night.
CHRISTY, shocked.
Oh, the saints forbid, mister; I was all times a decent lad.
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