The Playboy of the
WIDOW QUIN.
That's a right toast, Sara Tansey. Now, Christy.
They drink with their arms linked, he drinking with his left hand, she with her right. As they are drinking, Pegeen Mike comes in with a milk-can and stands aghast. They all spring away from Christy. He goes down left. Widow Quin remains seated.
PEGEEN, angrily, to Sara.
What is it you're wanting?
SARA, twisting her apron.
An ounce of tobacco.
PEGEEN.
Have you tuppence?
SARA.
I've forgotten my purse.
PEGEEN.
Then you'd best be getting it and not be fooling us here. (To the Widow Quin, with more elaborate scorn.) And what is it you're wanting, Widow Quin?
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