CHRISTY, looking at it.
The half of a ticket to the Western States!
SHAWN, trembling with anxiety.
I'll give it to you and my new hat (pulling it out of hamper); and my breeches with the double seat (pulling it out); and my new coat is woven from the blackest shearings for three miles around (giving him the coat); I'll give you the whole of them, and my blessing, and the blessing of Father Reilly itself, maybe, if you'll quit from this and leave us in the peace we had till last night at the fall of dark.
CHRISTY, with a new arrogance.
And for what is it you're wanting to get shut of me?
SHAWN, looking to the Widow for help.
I'm a poor scholar with middling faculties to coin a lie, so I'll tell you the truth, Christy Mahon. I'm wedding with Pegeen beyond, and I don't think well of having a clever, fearless man the like of you dwelling in her house.
CHRISTY, almost pugnaciously.
And you'd be using bribery for to banish me?
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