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Cushla Machree

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Cushla Machree
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Boucicault, Dion, 1820-1890 ( author )
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103 leaves various paginations : ; 28 cm

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A promptbook for the play Cuishla Machree in 4 acts with extensive alterations and handwritten author's notes.
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Cuishla Machree By Dion Boucicault CHARACTERSSir Garrett ONeilFergus ONeil, his sonMajor Jeffrey CooteDick OrmerodJob McGubbinDerrick VandykAndy DolanMcQuadeGabrielLucy ONeilBabie CooteMorna FailJudy MacanMollieFergus ONeil (child) ACT ONEScene I(The Inn at Coolbeg .)JUDY: I am sorry major you are going to leave us!

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MAJOR: So am I! Your inn is a snug one, and the hospitality I have enjoyed during my visit to this coast will never be forgotten.JUDY: Then you will return to us?MAJ OR: God knows! For I am a soldier, and duty calls me to India, where I shall leave my bones or bring home a fortune to Ireland. Meanwhile, I leave my heart amongst you; have you ordered my breakfast?JUDY: I have, sir. (calls ) Mollie! Is the girl asleep? (Enter Mollie with tray ) Who was that along wid you in the kitchen?MOLLIE: Nobody --barrin the cat! She wont lave the fireside.JUDY: That cat has got a pair of brogues on her, and smokes a pipe! For I smell the air of it upon ye! And I heard her scuttlin out o the back dure! Didnt I warn yez I wouldnt have Andy Dolan muloatherin around here?MOLLIE: Sure, he only put his head inside to say his car was ready to rowl his honor over to Portrush.MAJOR: How far do you call it from here?JUDY: Five short miles.MAJOR: I expect the revenue cutter the Shark to arrive there this forenoon. She will give me a cart across the channel to some port on the Scottish shore.(Vandyk rises. Mollie carries out valise )VANDYK: You expect to find the Shark at Portrush, save yourself the journey! She sailed for Belfast two days ago.MAJOR: ( Unconcerned ) True! But she has been ordered back to this station. A daring smuggler, one Derrick Vandyk, while attempting to land his cargo on the Scottish side, was driven by the Easterly gale and obliged to seek shelter in one of the sea nooks on this coast.VANDYK: Is that so?MAJOR: Yes. ( Rises to Vandyk, who gives him light to light pipe ) She lies in a cove under the Point of Warrock, where she was discovered by Sir Garrett ONeil. He rode across to Ballycastle and is bringing the cutter back. They say there is 5 00 pounds reward for the capture of this fellow, and his ship and cargo are worth some thousands more. A very nice thing for the Squire who is entitled to a share of the prize. (Enter Sir Garrett) Ah, here he is. Well, Squire?

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SIR G: You will find the cutter at Portrush, waiting to take you on board. (Down to table, to L. of it, and sits )MAJOR: But while they delay, this smuggling craft may go to sea.SIR G: Impossible! The tide has left her aground in the cove, where she must remain until high water at sundown sets her afloat.MAJOR: If I were in his place I would scuttle my boat and escape with my crew on shore.SIR G: I have provided for that attempt. My troop of yeomanry are on their march from Ballycastle to aid our constables in evicting a nest of rogues that have settled on some wild lands of mine, in this neighborhood. If these water rats take to the land my terriers will snap them up. No, rely on it, the smuggler will try his only chance and that is to slip by the Shark and trust to his heels. (During this speech Vandyk advances to C. back of table and pours out tumbler of wine )VANDYK: And shall his heels fail him he will trust to his teeth. If the Shark tries to kick up Derrick Vandyk there will be music in the air!MAJOR: You seem to know this scoundrel?VANDYK: Yah! I am he! Your good health! (Drinks)SIR G: (Turning ) The devil you are! (He rises L. )JUDY: Holy St. Bridget defend us! (Faces him )SIR G: You are a bold ruffian to stand before a magistrate like me and look law in the face!VANDYK: And you are a bold magistrate to stand before a ruffian like me, and look death in the face.MAJOR: You have failed to reckon the odds against you. (They lay their hands on their swords)VANDYK: (Opening his coat and showing pistols on his belt ) I will take the odds!FERGUS: (Outside ) Papa! Papa! (He opens door. Runs in. Closes door and locks it ) Ha. Ha. Ha.SIR G: My boy!FERGUS: Oh, papa. (Runs to him and embraces him ) I have run away from Doodie! He would not let me ride on the donkey.

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JUDY: (Aside) Escape while you can!FERGUS: She is waiting for me in the yard. (Vandyk passes to R. at back and off D. in flat)SIR G: She! Who? The donkey?FERGUS: No, my nurse, Morna. I want to go to her cabin and sit on her knee. She sings me songs, and tells me stories about the ONeils. (Knock heard at door ) That is old Doodie, hide me! SIR G: You are a bad boy! You must not call your tutor Old Doodie: he is Doctor Ignatius Poldoodie. (Fergus takes food from the table and stuffs his mouth.)DOCTOR: (outside) Where is he?SIR G: Whats the matter, Doctor?DOCTOR: Your son is a terror! This morning we were taking our morning walk by the river side. (Sits at table R. and mops his face with red handkerchief ) He was riding on my stick, Major, when he flung it into the stream. To recover it, I adventured on some stepping stones, which proved unworthy of my confidence. I slipped up, and became submerged! The child lifted up his voiceMAJOR: And ran for help?DOCTOR: No, Sir. He cried: Hold up, Doodie, Im coming and plunged in! He measured not the depth of the water but my danger. He came to share it. (The head of Fergus appears under table )SIR G: God bless him for a noble-hearted young scamp!DOCTOR: Amen! We scrambled out, I carried him home where we obtained dry suits, and resumed our walk, but this time on terra firma While crossing the bog I was reading him a lecture on dignity of deportment. He stole my handkerchief and waived it behind my back at your young bull. The creature pursued us. He overtook us and attacked my precious boy. Good fortune threw the tail of the animal into my hands, and I strove. I cried to the little one to escape while I whaled the sides of the beast with my umbrella (He waves a very aged and patched one ). This state of affairs could not continue: either I, or the tail must give way. The tail had the preference. The bull, finding himself free, turned and faced us! Unable to witness the catastrophe of our demolition I opened the umbrella. So! (Flips open umbrella) Mirabile Dictu! The quadruped stopped fell back! He had never seen the development of an umbrella. We retiredhe recovered from his amazement with a roar and was upon us again! I opened the umbrellasame effect! And I should be there still passing my existence in opening

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that umbrella if that witch of Endor, Morna Fail, had not appeared to the rescue! Sir Garret ONeil, that son of yours is more full of mischief than the box of Pandora! Where is he? He must be chastised! The birch rod must be taken down. (Lays umbrella down on table. Fergus, having crept from under table, passes behind his chair, and gets under his uplifted arm ) I will inflict a punishment for who spareth the rod spoil spoilethspoil (embracing him ) my precious one!JUDY: The old fool is the greater baby of the two!SIR G: So the smuggler has slipped his cable. Well, let him go. Run away, Fergus, go out and play and mind you get into no more trouble.MOLLIE: (Leaning over bar counter. Beckons to Fergus. She whispers to him) Morna is waiting for you with the donkey outside in the backyard.FERGUS: Im off. (Runs into bar and disappears with Mollie )MAJOR: Come, Doctor. I hope you will join us. Have you breakfasted?DOCTOR: Copiously! But I can make another effort. (They sit. Ms. Macan serves assisted by Mollie who reappears behind bar)JUDY: It was to Mornas cabin the child was put out to nurse, and his little sowl warms to the ould place!MAJOR: But why send your baby son out of your comfortable castle to share the poor fare and wretched home of a peasant?Sir. G: It is our Irish custom, Major. The foster-mother is a Celtic institution as old as the Rock of Cashel.DOCTOR: It is a relic bequeathed by our barbaric ancestors.SIR G: (Laughing) St. Patrick found it amongst us and, as he never disturbed it, he thought it good.JUDY: Morna put her own child aside to give her life blood to yours, and love is the only wages the foster-mother would accept.DOCTOR: The Lord never intended a child to have more than one mother.JUDY: Well, we in Ireland think He never intended him to have more than one father, but the more mothers he has, the betther.MAJOR and SIR G: Bravo! Judy.

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SIR G: Ill back an Irish girl to floor the whole faculty of Trinity College at a fair stand-up chin fight.DOCTOR: I succumb to superior ignorance.SIR G: Well, Ms. Macan, when are you going to qualify for the position of foster-mother, and bestow your bonnie self and this house on the happy man who is longing to own you?JUDY: Your honor will have your joke. Who do you mean?SIR G: I mean Andy Dolan. Has he not asked you to name the day?JUDY: Is it that ignorant omadhaun? That slip of a boy.SIR G: Your blushes convict you. He is after you!JUDY: He is after every girl in Coleraine.MOLLIE: Divil a lie in it.JUDY: Whats that? Go back to your kitchen. (Chases her off)DOCTOR: Heres success to Mr. and Mrs. Macan!MAJOR: Dolan, Doctor. Mrs. Dolan. He marries her!DOCTOR: I forgotI thought she married him!JUDY: Thrue for you, Sir, in regard of my being a thrifle older than Andy.MOLLIE: (Aside) Ten years! no less. SIR G: They say you are making a respectable boy of him, but you must not spoil the lad. He makes himself at home here already.MOLLIE: (Aside) Small blame to him! She tuk him in to nurse.SIR G: He has the run of the kitchen.JUDY: Dye hear that, Mollie? The boy is losing his character.SIR G: And he drinks more than is good for him.MOLLIE: No wondher! When she brings him up on the bottle.JUDY: (Driving her into bar)Will ye? She is my own sisters child that Ive been a mother to for the last 20 years.

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MAJOR: Surely not twenty?JUDY: No, I mean ten; ye see the mother left me two of them, so it has bee n ten apiece!(Enter Job McGubbin )SIR G: Sir McGubbinare all our arrangements complete to serve the ejectment of those rogues who perch like birds of prey on my Glens of Warrock?JOB: The ejectment process has been served, Sir Garrett, and I now hold the warrant for eviction. Our force of constables will not prove strong enough to dispossess the OFails who stick to their shanties and will fight the flure inch by inch. We must have the yeomanry in reserve. (Bugle heard outside )SIR G: There they are; they number 50 carbines.JOB: ( Going up to door ) A dozen will do to scare these blackguards, who are accustomed to palaver with the Sheriff and his posse --but the red coat looks like business.MAJOR: Whats the matter?SIR G: The clan of the OFails once held our coast here from Glenann to Portrush, unruly vassals of the ONeil. The tribe has dwindled down into some thirty families that nestle in a corner of my lands. They profess to hold the glen by a title as good as my own.JUDY: They pay no rent, because they lived here before rent was invented; they give their hands to bring your harvest home, as their forebears did in the ould time.SIR G: The dogs have defied me! They shall go! They live on pillage and smuggling! they are a disgrace to the county--poachers--thieves--and vermin!JUDY: The dogs are faithful to the ONeil.(During this scene the doctor is busy eating & drinking helping himself & not perceiving when the others rise from table )JOB: An idle pack of curs, Sir Garrett: a good stout halter a piece would become the whole gang, if I had my way with them!MAJOR: Well, I must bid you a good riddance of them to you! And farewell, I must be moving. (Enter Mollie)

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SIR G: You can reach Portrush in half an hour. Give my compliments to the captain of the Shark. From her deck you can witness the capture of the lugger. Good luck to you, and when you return whether rich or poor, dont forget Timoleague and the ONeil.JUDY: And the little Inn at Coolbeg, Major.MAJOR: ( Kisses her ) Dont tell Andy! (Exits with Sir Garrett. The doctor has cleaned up all the dishes.)JUDY: Doctor, dear, nature has given me two hands, two feet, ten fingers and ten toes wid a pair of most other accomplishments. Why has she given me only one heart when I have use for a dozen? (Wipes her eyes )DOCTOR: My mind misgives me! That woman Morna Fail has cast some unholy influence over my child! She practices witchcraft, for by no other means could she control the heart of the infant as she does. The sorceress may require it as an ingredient in some necromantic broth.JUDY: Bless the man! You didnt think she would boil the boy?DOCTOR: I have seen her look at him as though she could eat him. I will adventure after him! Where is my umbrella? I will never part from it. My guardian angel! (Exits with Judy )JOB: ( Alone) Vandyk said he would meet me here.SIR G: (Returning down R. ) I am sorry to lose so jovial a companion!JOB: I regret to tell you, Sir Garrett, I find it impossible to raise more money on mortgage of Timoleague. You have only a life interest in this estate. If you had no son the land would be yours entirely and you could deal with them.SIR G: God forbid! Your money-lending clients would soon strip me of every acre.JOB: The Sheriff will be down on Timoleague next week. You had better put the castle in a state to resist a siege. He will seize the furniture and moveables. SIR G: Poor Poldoodie will lose his umbrella.JOB: The law will take the bed from under your son and the cot from your infant daughter.SIR G: (At fireplace ) What is the debt?JOB: Five hundred pounds!SIR G: Pooh! Ill pay him!

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JOB: With what?SIR G: With my share of the cargo of the Jung Frau now ashore under Warrock Point. I have brought over the Shark to make the capture. It will net me over two thousand pounds. Vandyk himself was here not an hour ago. JOB: Derrick Vandyk? Are you sure?SIR G: The dare-devil avowed himself! And faced me--he is no cur--but he can save neither his carcass nor his cargo. (Bugle heard) Hark, the soldiers are falling in. Are your constables ready?JOB: All ready, sir.SIR G: I wish to dispatch this eviction as we can then reach the point of Warrock, from whence we can watch the sea-fight--for Vandyk means to resist or I mistake the man. (Exit)JOB: The Jung Frau ashore! And I own half the ship and her cargo! And now I must stand by and see myself cut up! Divil mend Vandyk! I wish he had flown away wid the smuggler before ever I laid my eyes or my money upon him. (Exits) SCENE II(The stable yar d of the Inn. Enter Andy Dolan.)ANDY: There was a time in Ireland, when it was the boast of the land that a lady and all her jewels upon her could walk from Coleraine to Connemara and never a man she met would lay a hand upon her! I wondher was there ever a time when a dacent boy could thravel from here to Portrush widout the girls stopping him at every turn of the road? It is mighty sweet to lie here betune Mollie that I love, and Judy that loves me. Im content to be shared. (Enter Mollie)MOLLIE: Andy, dear, you are breakin my heart.ANDY: Give me the pieces, jewel, they are all the fortune I want.MOLLIE: Oh, why did you make me love you?ANDY: Tis a way I have, darlin, I was born so, Mollie.MOLLIE: Be asy now: dont come near me, or I cant tell you what I want to say. I was a poor orphan girl when Aunt Judy took me to her home, and she has been a mother to me.

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ANDY: I wish she would be a mother to both of us.MOLLIE: I loved her wid all my grateful heart until you came betune us.ANDY: Bad luck to me! I dont know whats the matter wid me. I believe Im a disordher. And when a female of your sex comes near me, she catches it from me.MOLLIE: I --I--feel so. (He puts his arm round her ) It is not your fault--nor mine--but Aunt Judy loves you. And you ar e poor as I am. All we have we owe to her. Every bit and sup that goes into our mouths, the roof that covers us. God forgive me if you made me forget it!ANDY: It is a mighty hand upon us. But she will get over it.MOLLIE: No. But we must. You love me very much, Andy dear, dont you? Say you do!ANDY: Wid all my heart.MOLLIE: Ah, I knew it. Well, I give you to her.ANDY: What?MOLLIE: ( crying) When you--are--boo hoo!--my--un-uncle--Ill larn how to behave. (Embracing him) Oh, Andy. What will I do at all? I must go away for I cant see it happen! (Enter Judy very slowly)ANDY: No, jewel. Tis I must go. I seen it comin and I knew I could not lave you --so I have put meself in jail--dye see this coat? I have tuk the Kings shilling--Ive enlisted-Im a soldier!JUDY: (Breaking out) What!ANDY: Whoo! The murdhers out!JUDY: Hould your whist! Both of yez! Mollie, go in--not a word --go! ( Mollie creeps out ) I was listenin to all you said!ANDY: (Aside) Id rather take the finest batin a man could desire, than stop here this minute.JUDY: I heard it all--all. (Turns away and puts her face in her hands. Andy steals off ) Stop! Where are you goin!?ANDY: (Returning ) I--was lookin out to see--nobody was listenin --round here.JUDY: I am not afraid that all Coleraine should hear me. I am not ashamed of what I have done.

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ANDY: I wish I could say as much for what I have done!JUDY: I desaved meself.ANDY: And I helped you.JUDY: No. I helped meself. I wont have you put the blame on me own boy. You wished I would be a mother to you both. I will, Andy, wid Gods help: it will be mighty hard, maybe, but I will get over it. Never fear! Ill--get over it.ANDY: Oh, Judy, dear. (Going towards her )JUDY: None o that. I could not hear it, for I--I am not over it yet, Andy. You will marry Mollie. My little farm at Derrybeg will sarve ye for a home. I always meant it should go to Mollie when she tuk a husband, but never dhramed it would be this way.ANDY: My heart is undher your feet, Judy. Dont be so hard upon it. But you give me one comfort anyway. You let me see Im not good enough for you. Im a divil!JUDY: And the divil was the first of your sex that ever put the comedher on a woman. Bad cess to him! I believe he is always somewhere in the tree! (Exits)ANDY: Now if theres a man thats aquil to her, theres a woman goin to waste. Aither she was born too soon--and I came too late --Oh! What will Mollie say to this! A farm of my own, and Mollie into the bargain. (Bugle heard) Oh, tare alive! I forgot. Im a soldier! I dont belong to meself! (Looks at his coat ) Im to be marked red on my back like a sheep. Maybe if I lay quiet the King would forget all about that shilling. (Enter a corporal and two soldiers ) What is a dirty shillin to a King? That--(Corporal slaps him on the shoulder ) Eh? OhCorporal: Fall in.ANDY: To be sure. It isnt wid such as yourselves I would like to fall out. I was waitin for you to dhrink this shillin in tha bar inside. (Aside) Ill get another taste of Mollie before I go.Corporal: (Pocketing the shilling ) Forward! (Exeunt) SCENE III (A seashore. Enter Derrick Vandyk with Job McGubbin.) VANDYK: What is your loss compared with mine? If I am taken I go for life in the hulks?

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JOB: There is no escape.VANDYK: None. The lugger lies aground until the tide floats her: that will be in two hours, and by that time the Kings ship will be cruising off the cove.JOB: Why dont you land your cargo? Hide the lace and tobacco in the caves on shore, and throw overboard the rest? That will lighten your craft and she may float in time to get to sea before the Shark comes up.VANDYK: You are right. I will try it.JOB: Do you know the caves?VANDYK: Yes. They lie under the Point of Warrock within gunshot of where the lugger is aground. The cliff side is full of them.JOB: If the worst should come we can save some of the cargo.VANDYK: Yes, you think of that. Our lives count for little. Oh, Id care little for mine, if I could get a fair hack at that Sir Garrett. My curses on him! Id pay him off.JOB: Would you be revenged on him?VANDYK: Ay! Can you give me the chance?JOB: He has a son--a child!VANDYK: What of that?JOB: I will give you thrice the value of your ship and cargo, if you will remove the boy.VANDYK: Remove?JOB: If he were--extinguished--the lands of Timoleague would soon fall into my possession. His young life stands in my way, you see?VANDYK: Ya! I see my ways if it was a man to kill, but a child? Eh? Could you not wait until he was a man? Ho!! (Points off) Do you see that?JOB: No. What is it?Vandyk.Are you blind, man? The wind. The wind has changed. Dont you feel it?JOB: What of that?

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VANDYK: It is a stiff breeze from the East Noreast. In teeth of that gale the Shark must make a long leg to the windward before she can reach this cove. We are saved! Blow, you devils, blow! You cant blow too hard for the Jung frau. (Exit)JOB: He is mighty nice about handling my bit of business for the price I offered him. Oh! if I could only get father and son wiped out! My mortgages would soon ate up the whole property and Job McGubbin would be the masther of Timoleague. Be patient, Job. Tis the patient and watchful spidher that gobbles the fly. (Exit) SCENE IV(The Shealings of Glenfail. Mornas cottage L. A group of men & women, some netmaking, some round a pot at back. Enter Morna leading a donkey on which Fergus is seated. Morna takes him into hut.)FERGUS: I wish I could live here always with you, Morna. There are no lessons here, and there are plenty of dogs! And you could sing me to sleep every night with old songs about Timoleague and stories about old times. Tell me a story now.MORNA: What story, my King?FERGUS: That one with the dragon in it. (He climbs on her lap ) MORNA: Ill tell ye nothing, till you say to me the ould cry o the ONeils! Go on now! A crowned king I cannot be, no title less contenteth me ---FERGUS: A crowned king I cannot be, No title less contenteth me, Ill keep the name I won by steal, For I am Owen Rue ONeil. To keep our land I will be true, To my own blood allegiance swear, As by the faith of Owen Rue, As by the cross of the sword I wear.Now tell me the story.MORNA: Listen. Not long ago, there were two births on the same day under one roof. The child of the squire was born in the Castle, the brat of the beggar woman was born in the barn. But the poor one throve and grew, while the rich one pined and dwindled--dye list to me?

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FERGUS: (Going to sleep ) Yes. Go on.MORNA: Then the Lord hired the beggar woman to nurse his starveling boy. She took him to her breast and from that hour he mended and strengthened. The two babes clung together, smiling in each others faces; but why did my child wilt? It wilted like a leaf at the fall; its weeny life drifted, drifted into the body of the sick one. It was giving its strength to you--it died on my bosom here; and as I turned to you I saw, looking out of your eyes at me, the soul of my dead child--he sleeps!FERGUS: Go on, Morna, come to the dragon! (She places him on settee L .)MORNA: Take this charm; let me put it about your neck. It is your mothers wedding ring. I took it from her finger when we laid her out dead at Timoleague. I took it for you, my darlin. Never let it part from its place there over your heart. Never, Fergus, never! (She places the ring, which is on a red cord, round his neck and hides it on his breast)(Enter Gabriel. He gathers the people into a group, and speaks to them in dumb show .)Gabriel: The squire and McGubbin with a posse of officers are on their way hither to drive us out of Glenfail like rats from a barn. (Drawing a knife) Ive seen a rat that was a match for a dog. (Enter the Doctor)( Seeing the Doctor) Here is one of them. (They approach him) Whats your will? What seek ye here?DOCTOR: I seek the infant, my little charge; is he not here?FERGUS: (Inside hut ) Hist, tis my old Doodie! Hide me, Morna.Gabriel: You lie! McGubbin with his bulldogs are at your heels. They come to root us out. ( Morna appears )MORNA: Put up your knives! They have never been reddened in mans blood! Who says that Timoleague has called the law to put out the OFails from the woods of Warrock?(Enter Sir Garrett)SIR G: I say, Morna, the OFails must go! Their presence on my land is a scandal. I give harbor to thieves and rogues that prey on my neighbors goods!MORNA: For more than one hundred years we ha reared our children, and stabled our cuddies in this wild glen, good for nothing to you, but to us our home; our fathers lie buried here. There are ould men and women here ready to tak their places under the sod: must we lave our dying and our dead?SIR G: The OFails must clear out. You, Morna, may remain.MORNA: If my people go, I go wi them. But ye have not said the last word?

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DOCTOR: Let me lift up my voice in pleading for these Philistines! Let them not be cast out into the wilderness. Lo, the birds that settle on your trees, and build their nests there, they also prey upon your fields; but shall you grudge them their little spoil and drive them forth?SIR G: Enough of this. Will your people go?All: No.SIR G: (calls ) Ho! Job! McQuade! Let the papers be served! Go to work. (Enter McQuade and officers and Job reading )JOB: We summon you severally to quit and vacate these premises, to carry away your families and your moveables from these holdings, from which, by these presents, you are evicted, in pursuance of an order of the court of justiciary duty obtained by Sir Garret ONeil, baronet, Lord of Timoleague, and owner of the fee. (During this the officers hand papers to the people, who throw the papers on the ground ) Will you obey the writ?All: No!JOB: Then our duty obliges us to tear down the roofs from your cabins, the doors from their hinges. We leave you four bare walls. Officers, do your duty.MORNA: Would ye turn out our sick and our ould folk into the ditches to perish there?JOB: Its no business of ours where or how they perish--the law knows not age or sickness.Gabriel: But we do!JOB: If you have any good defense to this suit you can move the court in Dublin.Gabriel: Well move it here. (Exit McQuade. The tenants draw their knives)SIR G: Ay! I expected you might show fight. We are provided. (Re-enter McQuade with Andy and a file of soldiers) I want no trouble unless you seek it.(Enter Fergus, running to Sir G)FERGUS: Oh, Papa! Youll not drive the people away! They have been so kind to me; for my sake you will not be so cruel?SIR G: (To Doctor) Take the child away. Let the law take its course.DOCTOR: Come, my dear one. You must not see what will happen here. (Doctor takes Fergus from Sir Garrett)

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JOB: Yonder I see a stack of faggots gathered no doubt from the woods of Timoleague-stolen, eh? They will burn down these hovels, and make a cleaner job of our work.Gabriel: Will you stand by and see it done?All: No! Come on!JOB: Soldiers, give them dogs one volley, and stop their prate!ANDY: Ill be damned if I do! (Throws down musket )JOB: Whats this? Mutiny in the ranks! Heres a traitor to the uniform he wears!ANDY: Is it this? (Takes off his coat ) If theres ere a man here that wants a fight Im convenient, and Ill make him proud of what he gets: but the women and children always get the best of me. ( Andy is arrested by the corporal and men )FERGUS: Oh, dont hurt him! Dont hurt my Andy! (Corporal puts irons on Andy)ANDY: Never fear, dear, it would hurt me worse to have my hands free and kape them off the throat of that blackguard.MORNA: Stand back! Let the law do its worst!FERGUS: (Tearing himself away from doctor, clings to Morna ) Oh, Morna! Morna!MORNA: (C.) Go your ways, Garrett ONeil, go your ways. This day you will quench seven smoking hearths. See if the fire in your own hall will burn the blyther for that! You rive the thatch off seven cabins--look if your own roof-tree stand the faster! You may stable your cattle in our homes; see that the fox and the stoat couch not on your own hearthstone! There are thirty hearts here that would ha wanted bread ere you and yours had wanted plenty! Theres thirty yonder--from the ould wife of one hundred to the babe that was born last week, that ye have turned out of their beds to sleep wi the tod and the black fowl on the moors! Look that you find not the cradle in your own house empty or full of death! Now, go your ways, and Ill go mine! Goodbye my bonnie boy, till many a years gone by.FERGUS: Morna, Morna, you shall not go. (The officers proceed to tear down the cottages. Some are set on fire)SIR G: Away with him, Doctor.DOCTOR: Come Fergus, come! (As he draws the child away from Morna, struggling to reach her. The scene closes in as the work of demolition proceeds )

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SCENE V(Enter Sir Garrett)SIR G: If ever the devil spoke by the mouth of woman he spoke by that of Morna Fail today. Her curse rings in my ears! (Enter Job ) Well, is it done?JOB: We have cleared them out. The rogues looked on scowling, but when they saw we meant business they saddled up their cuddies, and loaded the ir tumblers. See yonder goes their caravan crawling across the bog. You are rid of them at last. (Crosses to R.)SIR G: Theres a sad misgiving in my heart. (Enter the Doctor with Fergus) DOCTOR: I cannot comfort the boy. I try and reason with him and he only replies by kicking my shins.SIR G: What took the child there?DOCTOR: Jenny.SIR G: Our dairy maid?DOCTOR: No! Mornas donkey.SIR G: You allowed your pupil to ramble over the hills on a jackass?DOCTOR: Mea culpa! Mine is the fault. But I deny your inference to the animal, which is in high esteem in scripture, to wit, we are forbidden to envy our neighbors ass. The wealth of the patriarchs was counted by asses. (A gun is fired, followed by a second gun)SIR G: Ho! The lugger has failed to escape. Do you hear?JOB: It sounds like it. (Exit)DOCTOR: (Continuing) The ass of Balaam was gifted with speech. (Enter McQuade )MCQUADE: The smuggler has failed to weather the Point of Warrock. The Kings vessel has cut off her flight.DOCTOR: Both Job and David extol the ass. (Guns)Sir. G: (Catching Fergus in his arms ) Come, boy, will you see the fight from the cliff?

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FERGUS: Oh, yes, show me the fight. (Claps his hands )DOCTOR: There are sundry other, special and honorable mention of the asinus throughout the holy writ. (Exit Sir Garrett with Fergus followed by Job)( Doctor, not observing that he is alone with McQuade ) Ancient philosophy holds that the souls of living creatures migrate, so that your soul may have inhabited the body of a bear, and mine may have emerged from the form of a jackass, wherefore let us be good to those to whom we may be related.MCQUADE: The reverend gentleman has been drinking. (Exeunt) (The Doc tor, oblivious to the absence of the others accompanies McQuade ) SCENE VI(The point of Warrock, a wooded cliff. The bay is seen from the height from a break in the cliff R.C. at back. Vandyk and sailors appear coming up rocks L.H.)VANDYK: (Looking off L ) See, the craft will never weather the rocks. The devil fly away with ONeil, he brought the ruin!(Enter Job )JOB: Are you not aboard the lugger?VANDYK: No. When we took out the last boatload of cargo, it lightened her and she floated. Her jib was up, and she paid off leaving us behind. We shall be safe in the caves below.JOB: ( Coming to L.) Away with you all! There is danger at hand! Quick, men, to the caves! ( Vandyk, Job and men disappear L.H. Guns heard off R .) (Enter Sir Garrett and Fergus)SIR G: Dye hear? Theyre at it. (Goes up) Look, boy, thats the Kings ship trying to get the wind of the lugger. By heaven, the smugglers will escape. (Gun) Aha! That shot struck the yards in the slings, down comes the mainsail--she has lost her way--she broaches too (Gun) Give it to her again, Ha! Ha! (Vandyk and sailors appear unseen by Sir Garrett)FERGUS: Look, Papa, look the little ship is on fire!SIR G: Right, my boy. There goes the pest of these seas. Derrick Vandyk is wiped out!

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VANDYK: Not yet, Garrett ONeil. (Fires pistol at him. ONeil staggers back with a cry. Fergus slides from his shoulder to the ground. Job advances, Sir Garrett clinging to a tree)SIR G: Help! Help, Job! Save me!Job. ( Taking a boarding hatchet from one of the men ) Im coming--Ill save you! ( The tree begins to fall over the precipice. Job cuts the roots which still cling to the soil and retain it )SIR G: Oh, villain, murderer!FERGUS: (Flying at Job, attacks him ) Devil! Devil! that would kill my Papa. Help! Andy, Morna! ( The tree falls over the cliff carrying Sir Garrett with it. Fergus screams with terror. Job turns and seizes the boy )JOB: Now, you whelp. Follow your father! (He drags him to the cliff, with uplifted axe. Enter Morna R. She wrenches the axe from Job. They struggle )MORNA: Never fear, darlin, The soldiers are comin!VANDYK: Give me the child!MORNA: Take my life first!VANDYK: Ay, will I! (He plunges his dagger into her neck. She staggers back and falls, still grasping the hatchet. Job throws Vandyks jac ket over the head of Fergus, stifling his cries. They carry him off down cliff L. Job disappears off R.H. )CURTAINEND ACT I ACT IITwenty Years LaterSCENE I(The Inn at Timoleague. Judy C. laying breakfast .)JUDY: Tis a braw day, barrin the snow! I wondher what keeps Miss Lucy and the docther--the tay will be spoiled. it is past nine by the clock and they have not returned to breakfast.

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ANDY: (Aside) Whoo! Hould up! Stan quiet!JUDY: Why there is Andy Dolan! I hope he has brought the bacon, and the box of candles, and we are on our last o tay and sugar. ( Enter Andy with parcels. He is covered in snow )ANDY: God save all here!JUDY: Save you kindly, Andy.ANDY: There is the side of bacon, maam, and if it was a side of your own sweet self it couldnt be more tendher. And theres the candles, though what you want with the light of them I dont know, when theres your eyes to the fore shining like a pair o gig lamps.JUDY: Be aisy now, Andy, will ye never reform. The bacon does smell fine!ANDY: Fine! I fed it meself. It has left a flavor along the road that ye might find ye way back to Portrush by your nose. Put your hands into my coat pockets, Judy, my dear, and you will find the tay and the sugar, though tis cruel exthravagance for to go on wastin sugar when you have only take a sup of the tay yourself to sweeten it wid that mouth o your own. (Kisses her ) The man that would not take advantage of a woman when her hands are in his pockets is a disgrace to his mother.JUDY: What would your wife say if she saw such goings on?ANDY: She would say: One doesnt miss a slice off a cut loaf, God bless her. She brought me sixty acres of the best land in Coleraine and a snug cabin, where we raise the finest potatoes, the grandest pigs, the sweetest milk, the freshest eggs, and the fattest children in the county. The Lord has been mighty good to us!JUDY: Give me your coat till I hang it before the fireplace.ANDY: What is the news, avourneen?JUDY: Mighty bad. I am being turned out of this!ANDY: Turned out!JUDY: Misther Job McGubbin is my landlord now and he wont have one of the ould tenants to the fore. Sure he turned Miss Lucy and the Doctor out of Timoleague.ANDY: And you took them in.JUDY: Sure every door in the country was open to them, but the Docther wouldnt let the only child of the ONeil live on charity, so they came to live in my inn.ANDY: How do they pay you?

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JUDY: The Docther keeps my books and does copying for lawyer Ducket. Miss Lucy doesnt know he is up till daylight at work to earn the 12 shillings a week that he pays me every Saturday for their room and board. And every Sunday mornin when I brush his clothes, I put money back into his pocket. The dreamy old fool never discovers the trick I play upon him.ANDY: Judy, avick! Ive a couple of pounds here aching to take a hand in it.JUDY: Mind your own business Mr. Dolan.ANDY: Ill be even wid you yet, ye ould schamer.(Enter Lucy )LUCY: Oh, it is biting cold!JUDY: Put your feet to the fire, Miss.ANDY: (Officious) Sit here and put your feet to the fire, Miss.JUDY: Your breakfast is ready.ANDY: (Eager to interfere ) Your breakfast is ready.JUDY: Will I tak your shoes off?ANDY: Will I take --JUDY: Will I knock yer head wi this poker? (Drives him off. Enter Doctor, 20 years older, pinched in face, his nose red with cold, his clothes patched, his stockings darned, law papers in his pockets, books under his arms, and his umbrella, very old)DOCTOR: Exultemus! which being rendered meaneth let us rejoice for there is a good savor in the air and the child hungereth.ANDY: Why, man, you have not been out in the cowld wid nothin about ye but that ould threadbare rag of a coat?DOCTOR: The Lord tempereth the wind to the shorn lamb. As Daniel felt not the fiery furnace, so I know not the cold.ANDY: Why did you leave your good warm coat hanging here before the fire? Man alive, did you forget to put it on? (Holds out his own overcoat that was hanging at fire )DOCTOR: A coat--I--I--have no remembrance of wearing such a garment.

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ANDY: (Winking at Judy ) No wonder since you have not worn it this long while. (Doctor examines coat in a vague way)ANDY: (Aside to Judy ) I get a share an no thanks to yez.DOCTOR: Surely, had I remembered such a possession I had not passed that poor old creature that begged of us by the wayside just now. Ive had nothing but a blessing to bestow on the perishing man. I will take him the coat, and this plate of food. (Takes up plate of bacon from table as he passes it)ANDY: No.JUDY: Stop. Thats Miss Lucys breakfast. Bless the man! What is he doing?LUCY: (Laughing) He would give his head from his shoulders if he could get it off.JUDY: (Pointing to the books which the Doctor has dropped to examine coat) What is all this litter about my floor?DOCTOR: Litter! Quasi! Littera Letters! Even so. The last wreck of the old library of Timoleague.ANDY: (Picking them up ) Here, give me an armful. Ill take them all.DOCTOR: (Packing them in his arms ) Be careful of Herodotus, eight volumes, quarto. And a fine copy of the Principia annotated by Newton himself--most rare and precious!ANDY: Pile em up and put yourself on top. Ill carry em all. (Goes out, Doctor follows after)JUDY: Sit ye down now and take some food. I have the Doctors porridge by the kitchen fire. (Exit)LUCY: How good everybody is to me! They try to make me forget the loss of my father and my home.(Enter Job R.C. )JOB: Good morning, Miss Lucy. Am I so fortunate as to discover you in a more complacent and sensible mood? Have you reflected upon my proposal?LUCY: Reflection, Mr. McGubbin, could only recall the wrongs my family suffered at your hands. Acre by acre you possessed yourself of our estate, and drove us from Timoleague. JOB: The improvidence of your father did it.

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LUCY: And the helplessness of his orphan child. You took advantage of both.JOB: I offer to share with you the home I have bought.LUCY: Your home, yes! The lands of Timoleague are yours. I am an outcast, living here with one poor old follower. But there is not a family in the county will call upon you. The peasants refuse to call you, Squire Magistrate as you are, theres no gentleman that sits beside you on the bench to whom you dare raise your hat in the marketplace. Yet these same families of rank call here to see the child of Garrett ONeil in the peasants house, and the Duke of Leinster stopped in the street bareheaded before my fathers child. So you see in spite of your great fortune, tis you are the outcast, Job McGubbin, and I am still the lady of Timoleague.JOB: Very fine indeed! But your pride, my lady, will have a fall one of these days. (Sits)LUCY: I will never fall as low as you. (Enter Sir Jeffrey Coote)SIR JEFF: This is the old house. How well I remember the place! So little has changed in 20 years.JOB: How look you, Miss Lucy ONeil?SIR JEFF: ONeil? (Starting)JOB: I have made you a handsome offer which you have rejected. More fool you! But that being settled, eh?LUCY: Quite.JOB: I may not entertain any hope, then?LUCY: To do so would be an insult to me!JOB: Then I must go! Your presence here is a standing reproach to my position. The lease of this inn runs out next year. If next year finds you in this neighborhood, Judy Macan is turned out.LUCY: There is the door, Sir!JOB: Of course it is.LUCY: Begone!JOB: This is a public house, my lady. You forget you are not in Timoleague. (The colonel silently touches him on the shoulder ) Eh?

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SIR JEFF: Your company is unpleasant to the lady, do you understand? She indicated so much when she showed you the door.JOB: And who the divil are you?SIR JEFF: (Quietly to Lucy ) I am an old friend of Sir Garrett ONeil, a guest of her father many years ago. ( Bowing to Lucy) May I take the liberty of defending his daughter? JOB: (Rising) My name is McGubbin, sir, Job McGubbin of Timoleague. I know the law, and no man shall play the bully with me.SIR JEFF: You have the monopoly of the character, to which you may add rogue and ruffian.JOB: I can split a bullet on a knife at fifteen paces.SIR JEFF: And I have killed a score better men than you before breakfast. Pooh! If you fail to obey that ladys request to take your leave by the door, by the heaven above us, you shall obey mine to take it by the window.JOB: Very good, sir. You shall hear from me.SIR JEFF: Through my lawyer, please! I keep an attorney to deal with such cases as yours.JOB: Very well, very well. ( Goes out. Re-opens door and listens)SIR JEFF: Let me present myself. I am Sir Jeffrey Coote.LUCY: The great Indian hero.SIR JEFF: I have served in India, but I am not aware of being a hero by any means. I have purchased the Cloncilla Estate adjoining the town here.JOB: ( Returning ) My very dear sir, why did you not say so at first? The wealthy nabob, Sir Jeffrey Coote! A thousand pardons for my incivility, had I knownSIR JEFF: Will you leave the room? (Enter two Hindoo servants )JOB: Certainly, Sir Jeffrey, by all means.SIR JEFF: No, Sir, by the door, and quickly.JOB: Accept my respects, my humble respects. (Turns and faces the Hindoos ) Eh? (After hesitation he dives between them )

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SIR JEFF: I regard myself as exceedingly fortunate in finding you Miss ONeil. My daughter is in the carriage. Ali, beg Miss Coote and Mr. Ormerod to join us. (Hindoo salaams and exits)LUCY: Mr. Ormerod!SIR JEFF: I trust you have no objection to meet that gentleman?LUCY: No, no. But SIR JEFF: Pardon me if I am indiscreet.LUCY: Mr. Ormerod is an old friend of my childhood; but circumstances have changed.SIR JEFF: No quarrel I hope?LUCY: Oh, no, quite the contrary, I mean(Enter Babie Coote and Ormerod, followed by Ali )SIR JEFF: My dear Babie, this is Miss ONeil, whose father was so kind to yours. Let me present my daughter Barbara.BABIE: Mr. Ormerod has told me your misfortunes, and believe me, had you no other claim on my sympathy, he has won my heart for you.SIR JEFF: But surely you have a brother? Where is that bright boy I saw here twenty years ago?LUCY: He is dead, sir. He was killed at the same moment with my father. I was an infant then, and I never knew the terrible blow that left me fatherless.BABIE: And alone in the world?LUCY: No, I had a faithful and devoted friend, the tu tor of my brother.SIR JEFF: I remembera tall lank figure. What was his name?(Enter Doctor. Meets the Hindoos)DOCTOR: Prodigious! (They salaam. He imitates them ) Salaam Aleikum!SIR JEFF: Himself! Why, Doctor, do you forget me?DOCTOR: My memory and my eyes are not as good as formerly. Who are you?SIR JEFF: I am the young soldier that visited Timoleague 20 years ago.DOCTOR: Eh! StopI do I remember.

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SIR JEFF: On whose foot little Fergus ONeil loved to ride?DOCTOR: JeffJeffre ySIR JEFF: Coote.DOCTOR: God bless me! Is ityesI remember. Let me look at you. Ha, ha! Ho, ho! Prodigious!BABIE: Papa, I understand that this young lady is suffering from the persecution of Mr. Ormerod, and, if you please to let her find a shelter in Cloncilla, I will try to protect her from his pursuit.Ormerod: The truth, sir. I thought I had won the affections of Miss ONeil; indeed I was her accepted husband until two years ago.LUCY: When your family refused to receive me as a daughter.BABIE: But my father will not refuse to receive you as a daughter.SIR JEFF: Not while I have a roof to share with her.(Enter Judy)JUDY: What? Eh! Who is going to take my child away?SIR JEFF: I am.JUDY: It cannot be the soldier man that stayed here 20 years ago. (Enter Andy)SIR JEFF: And who returns to live amongst you! The Doctor shall have a library all to himself: what say you, sir?DOCTOR: I am master of five languagesLatin, Greek, Hebrew, Sanskrit, Chinese, yet I have none to expressOh, my child, my prayers have been heard, and Heaven has taken its own good time to send down its blessings on our patient sufferings. Laudamus!SIR JEFF: Come, Miss ONeil. (Offers her his arm ) Doctor will you give your arm to my daughter. (They go up. Doctor advances awkwardly, Babie takes his arm. He looks astounded )DOCTOR: Prodigious! (Goes up with her, followed by Ormerod )JUDY: (Crying) Im ververy glad! This was no home for her.LUCY: ( Running back and throwing herself into Judys arms ) It has been, and I shall never think of it but as my home. God bless you!

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ANDY: (Looking at coat) Its not good enough for them now.CLOSE IN SCENE II(A seashore. Enter Paul, Gabriel and two boatmen. Gabriel carries valise .)PAUL: What is this place called?GAB: The Point of Warrock.PAUL: And that ruin yonder?GAB: That is Timoleague.PAUL: (Reading letter)Tell your boatman to put you ashore at the Point of Warrock near the ruins of Timoleague where I will meet you. I expected to find a friend here, but we are somewhat behind our time. He may have been here and gone.GAB: If your friend is a lady, I see her yonder.PAUL: No, but she may be able to inform us if she has seen anyone waiting on the shore.(Enter Babie Coote) Miss Coote!BABIE: Mr. Vandyk! This is a surprise! Who could have looked to meet you here? We left you in India six months ago.PAUL: I wrote my comrade Dick Ormerod on my arrival in England a week ago, and told him I should land at this place, at this hour.BABIE: (Forgetting herself) Yes, he showed me your letter(Aside) Oh, what am I saying?PAUL: (To Gabriel) Carry my valise to yonder ruin and wait for me there.GAB: Ay, ay, sir. (Exits with boatman)BABIE: I hope, sir, you do not presume to think my presence here is owing to anything butbutpure accident. I always walk here when the weather is fine. The view is lovely.PAUL: Very. When you are here.BABIE: My father has bought the Estate of Cloncilla. We have caused quite a sensation in the county.

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PAUL: No wonder. You are cruelly beautiful.BABIE: I try to be all I can and it takes me all my time. I have made the conquest of Coleraine.PAUL: Who is Coleraine? Some of an Irish Squire, I suppose?BABIE: This part of Ulster is so called.PAUL: Pardon my ignorance. I have passed my life in India, and I am more familiar with Chandernagore and Seringapatam, than with these outlandish Irish wilds. BABIE: But have you obtained leave of absence?PAUL: When you sailed from India, the place grew intolerable. I could breathe no air, but that when you draw breath. I could not live away from your presence, so I sold out and followed you.BABIE: And what are you living on?PAUL: Your letter. That you wrote to me before your father showed me the door.BABIE: Was he very angry?PAUL: He explained to me the folly and presumption of my hopesmade me understand that a nameless vagrant, without family or fortune as I am, had no right to aspire to his daughter. Well, Colonel, I replied, Clive was no better than I; he had only his sword before he won his title and his wealth in India.BABIE: What did he say to that?PAUL: Right, my boy. Remain in India and be a Clive!BABIE: Very good advice. Why did you not follow it?PAUL: Because I followed you instead. I would not exchange your presence for all the wealth of England, nor relinquish my title to your heart for all its King can bestow.BABIE: I will not accept such a sacrifice, and I came here to tell you to think of me no more.PAUL: Have you ceased to love me?BABIE: Yes. IPAUL: Look me in the facesay it, Babie with your eyes in mine.BABIE: I have said it. Let me go.

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PAUL: You wish me to return your letters, and think of you no more? You cannot!BABIE: Yes. I can. (Facing him)PAUL: Go on. Repeat. I have ceased.BABIE: I have ceased.PAUL: To love you Paul.BABIE: To love you andandPAUL: I forbid you to think of me anymore.BABIE: I forbid you to think of me anymore. (She embraces him) There!PAUL: Goodbye! I only know of one way of obeying you, and that is to put a bullet in the place you hold in my heart.BABIE: Would you murder me? You dear fool you know that every hour of my life is full of you. I promised Papa to discourage your suit, and I have, havent I? And I promised him not to write to you, and I havent, have I? But you can write to me as often as you please, thats not in his contract.PAUL: I will employ my time in nothing else.BABIE: I must go. Dont follow me.PAUL: Not for the world.BABIE: Only keep me in sightthat Imay see you as long as I can. (Exit) (Returning) I should like a letter this evening! (Exit, Paul following)SCENE CLOSES IN SCENE III(Timoleague. Enter Gabriel carrying a valise followed by Paul.)PAUL: How far may this place be from Coolbeg?GAB: A mile or more.PAUL: Can one of your boatmen carry my valise to the inn there?GAB: I will attend upon you.

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PAUL: Thank you. There is your fare for rowing me across the channel and a shilling extra for your boatman, s teady fellows. (Gives money) What is this ruin called?GAB: Timoleague.PAUL: The name sounds familiar to me, and this scene too. I feel as if I had been here at some time--yet it cannot have been so. Go forward slowly while I look around. I can overtake y ou. (Exit)GAB: (Looks after him, then whistles. After a pause, three men enter.) Post yourselves in the glen by the old quarry. He will follow me. It will be dark by the time he gets there. As he passes the place you can finish him and throw him over. The n, quick to the Shealings of Glenfail. Theres coin in this trunk, I hear it ring. He wont be missed; hes a stranger in these parts. Away with you! (Exeunt. Enter McGubbin)JOB: Every word that insolent girl spoke stung me like the lash of a whip across the face. Of what avail is my wealth, my position? (Noise outside) What now? Is Timoleague an ale -house? Who dares to make that uproar?(Enter McQuade)MCQUADE: We have caught him!JOB: Whom, in the devils name?MCQUADE: Hans Jansen, your worship, for whose capture the government offers two hundred pounds reward! We caught him red-handed at the Cove of Locharmoss. The gang escaped, but we secured the old bird.JOB: Where is the warrant?MCQUADE: Here, your worship. We want a commitment.JOB: (Taking paper) I suppose its all right. (Reads. Exit McQuade rubbing his hands) This man has baffled the government for the last year or two; his arrest will be a feather in my magisterial cap. (Enter McQuade with Vandyk chained & two officers. He is grayhaired, bald and bearded.)MCQUADE: Here is his worship.JOB: You are no stranger to this coast, Captain, eh?VANDYK: I have never been here before.JOB: You have a bad memory. You are called on the warrant Hans Jansen.VANDYK: Yes. Jansen of Cuxhaven.

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JOB: Indeed. (To others) You can leave us!MCQUADE: Take care, sir, hes a tiger!JOB: Be within call.MCQUADE: Look to your flints, lads! I dont trust him. (Exit with officers)JOB: You are Derrick Vandyk of Flushing. What brings you here?VANDYK: I have a little business.JOB: So have I. To commit you to jail.VANDYK: Oh no you wont! You forgot a little account against you of 20 years ago.JOB: Against me?VANDYK: The boy!JOB: What boy?VANDYK: Fergus ONeil.JOB: He is dead!VANDYK: He is as alive as you are!JOB: You expect me to believe that the heir to a baronetcy and five thousand pounds a year has arrived at the age of 26 without putting in his claim? My friend you must take me for a fool!VANDYK: He knows nothing of what he is. We carried the child to Germany with us, where he soon forgot all about this place, and believed the story I told him, that he was my brothers son. Dye think I would waste such a precious life as that? My friend you must take me for a fool.JOB: And why did you delay so long before you tried this game upon me?VANDYK: Bad luck led me and my crew into a British jail where we rotted for 14 years. When I came out, the boy was gone. But Ill find him!JOB: And what then?VANDYK: Ill sell my secret of his birth to him.JOB: And confess you are Derrick Vandyk who murdered his father?VANDYK: The devil I forgot that.

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JOB: But the law does not forget. The coroners jury brought in a verdict of guilty against you, which the court of sessions confirmed and you are now under sentence of death.VANDYK: On whose evidence was I found guilty?JOB: On mine! I thought you might play me a trick, and prepared to trump your hand.VANDYK: You have got the weather gauge of me. Curse you! Come give me fifty pounds, let me escape and Ill never trouble you again.JOB: The hangmans rope that awaits you is better security for your disappearance. My good fellow you came here to levy blackmail on me, to make me your victim for life. You should have known the old Irish saying: when you go to sup with the devil, take a long spoon. (Enter Paul, looking around)PAUL: It is very strange. I must have seen this place in a dream. (To Job) Good evening, Sir.JOB: (Staggered by his likeness to Sir Garrett) Who the devil are you?PAUL: I beg your pardon, if my presence here is an intrusion.VANDYK: Not at all, not at all. You dont know how welcome you are.PAUL: My name is Paul Vandyk and I am office r in his majestys service. Forgive my intrusion, which seemed to alarm you. I am a stranger in these parts. I landed here in an open boat half an hour ago, and was employing a moment in admiring these fine ruins. Am I trespassing?JOB: (Recovers himself) No, you or any gentleman is welcome to satisfy every curiosity.PAUL: May I ask the name of the family to whom this stately ruin belongs?JOB: It is mine, sir. My name is McGubbin.PAUL: McGubbin! McGubbin! Has the place been long in your family?JOB: Many years.PAUL: I have been sketching a tomb that is crumbling away in a ruined chapel yonder. Over the monument I managed to decipher a half-effaced old rhyme: The legend of the ONeil. What a glorious old fellow he must have been. An ancestor of yours, I presume.JOB: Yes. I suppose so.PAUL: You should be proud of your race.

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JOB: I am. Of course. PAUL: I read the motto half-defaced over the gateway: Might makes right is it not?JOB: Yes.PAUL: It brought back to my recollection some old rhyme that lay forgotten in my memory. It began, A crowned king I cannot be, no title less contenteth me. I cannot remember more.JOB: Curse his memory!PAUL: Pray, sir, is there a ballad current amongst the peasantry about here that begins: My home by the bay is a cabin so. I could sing such a one when I was a child from end to end.JOB: I know nothing of such matters, having no ear for music.PAUL: I remember only one line (Sings the first line) That is all I recall. (Voice of peasant girl outside taking up the melody and sings) Hark! It is that girl below there! Washing linen at the brook! It is the very ballad! I must learn it from her. Excuse me! Good day. (Runs out)VANDYK: Say, Boss, you must have a long spoon when you sup with the devil, eh?JOB: You shall be free by tomorrow. Take your fifty pounds and go.VANDYK: What fifty? No. Five hundred! Not a sliver under 500 pounds! Oh, look at that young man. If any of the old people around here should meet him, they would recognize him on sight.JOB: It is the Squire Sir Garrett as he looked 20 years ago. I thought it was his ghost and felt my heart sink into my boots. So he calls himself Vandyk, eh?VANDYK: Ay, same as me!JOB: The warrant for the apprehension of the murderer Vandyk is still in force. I will arrest him upon it.VANDYK: Twenty years ago he was a child. He could not have committed the crime. Anybody could see that!JOB: The law is blind!VANDYK: He will prove tomorrow your mistake and he will be liberated. You cant hold him for longer than tonight.

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JOB: That is long enough to serve my purpose. He shall be carried to the Bridewell. Tonight, the prison will be attacked by your crew of smugglers to liberate you, their captain..VANDYK: Not so fast. There is a troop of soldiers in Portrush. Sixty men, well-armed! They will make but one mouthful of my people.JOB: But the troops are under my orders as magistrate and I will send them miles away inland to Cloncilla. In the attack on the jail, shots will be exchanged, and unfortunately the prisoner Vandyk will be killed. Ill see to that!VANDYK: Kill me! Hold on!JOB: No, fool, the other one!VANDYK: Oh, I forgot. Good. I killed the father. You kill the son. We are brothers. (Reenter McQuade and men)JOB: The prisoner has disclosed to me a plot to attack and pillage Cloncilla. The invasion of Sir Jeffrey Coote tonight. He turns Kings evidence and enables us to capture his whole gang of ruffians. Take him away. (Exeunt Vandyk with McQuade and men) SCENE IV(The old quarry. Night. Andy sings without. Enters half-drunk.)ANDY: Hic. Tis that old Doctor to blame that I have lost my wayI drank his health too heartily. Where am I? The divil take Judy Macan and her whiskey. I see two roads. I cannot travel both. Hoop! Ill have to sleep on the turf tonight, with a stone for a pillow. Well, tis all one to Andy. (Exit)(Enter Paul)PAUL: I lost so much time over that place that my sailor boys have got ahead of me. I thought I saw someone on this spot. (Cries outside, and sounds of conflict) Hollo! Whats going on yonder? Tis my lad defending himself against three assailantshe is defending my valise from footpads. (Runs out. After a pause he re-enters with Andy) Are you hurt?ANDY: (Sobered) Ho! Hic. Not a jot. My head is broke a bit. (Mops his head with his handkerchief.) If I hadnt been full Id ha made em skip. Begorra! But they went down before yourself. You handle your fives well. I heard a jaw crackand ye laid the big one out finely. Where wor ye goin?PAUL: My road lies to Coolbeg.

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ANDY: No, it lies to Derrybeg to my farm, where the wife of Andy Dolan will thank ye with all her heart and give ye a better bed than yell get at the inn. I wont part with you.PAUL: She may be alarmed to see your condition.ANDY: She has mended my head many a time.Paul.Ill see you home, the road may not be safe.Andy.We must pass by the Shealings of Glenfail. Beyond that tis open and safe enough. Come! Im sober no w, thanks to the gang. Faith, but you handle yer fives in fine fashion. (Exeunt)SCENE V (The Shealings of Glenfail. The scene lies on the ruins of the deserted shealings and in the trees. A fire burns on the ground inside Mornas hut. A barrel, a stool, the lid of a packing case, two old trussels, a heap of straw and old gunny clothes, and pieces of sail at back. A lantern on table. Enter Andy followed by Paul R.)ANDY: This is Glenfail. Heres a bit of shelter from the cowld wind, where well rest awhile. (Enters hut L.H. followed by Paul.) And heres light too. Someone has been here, sit ye down and take a nip o whiskey.PAUL: Tis strange. I seem to have some faint recollections of having been here before. It must resemble some other scene.ANDY: God forbid there are two Glenfails on top of the blessed earth!PAUL: What is the matter with the place?ANDY: It bears a mighty queer character in Coleraine. Divil a sowl will come across it afther nightfall. They say it is haunted by the ould OFails.PAUL: Do your Irish ghosts walk around with lanterns? (Picks up a bottle) Perhaps this indicates the kind of spirits that haunt this glen.ANDY: Egorra! Ive come across many o them afther nightfall.PAUL: And who were the OFails?

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ANDY: A pack of thieves that made free warren here till Sir Garrett ONeil dug them out 20 years ago. But they paid him for it.PAUL: How so?ANDY: They murdered him and his child. There was one o them tried for it, but they could not bring it home to her; she scaped and saved her neck.PAUL: Even as these ruins lie around us, so broken memories lie about my mind. The figure of a woman flits like a wraith amidst it all; fragments of songseven that old rhyme: A crowned king I cannot be, no less a title will I wear. No thats not how it goes. (The heap of straw and clothes is disturbed, and Morna emerges from it.) How goes it then? It flickers in my mind like the flame of a lamp.ANDY: Take a sip of this: maybe twill remind ye.PAUL: (Repeating) A crowned king I cannot be, No title less contenteth me, I have it now. (He takes flask from Andy and is raising it to his lips when the face of Morna appears over Andys shoulder.)ANDY: Whats the matter with the man? (Turns and finds Morna close to him) Spooks presarve us! Its the divil in petticoats! (He dives under the table.)MORNA: Tell me, for Gods sake, what is your name, who are ye, how came ye here?PAUL: My name is Vandyk. I am a captain in his majestys Indian Horse, and yesterday I landed on this coast for the first time in my life.MORNA: Am I the fule of my own heart that everything I look on takes the shape of what I most long to see? Ye ha a face and tongue that minds me o the ould times. But it canna be! It canna be! (Sits apart and rocks herself)ANDY: Daft, eh? (Points up) The roof half off.PAUL: Take this money.MORNA: No, no.PAUL: Who, what are you?MORNA: I was Morna of the Glen. Morna of Glenfail. Theres an ould tree yon, thats most blown down, but its roots hold fast as mine do. It hangs oer the burn. Many a day Ive brought my stocking, sitting wi my man under that ould tree.ANDY: Here, take these sixpences! Buy a dhrink.MORNA: Ill ha none o your liquor, Andy Dolan.

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ANDY: I told you she was mad.MORNA: I am beginnin to believe so, since the dead that I saw murdered can look me in the face. (Rises) The samethe same! Spake to me! Turn this way! (Lifts lantern to his face) Line for linethe same smile, the same eyeslook, look into mine. Let me look into your sowl.ANDY: The lord preserve us! Can she see into his body?MORNA: He is so like the dead. (Puts down light)ANDY: I never saw a corpse who handled his fives so lively.MORNA: Dye remember when a childhad ye no little token that lay about your neck on your breast?PAUL: A ring? Yes!MORNA: (With a great cry) A golden ring!PAUL: I never knew how it came to me. As a boy I lost it a score of times, but strangely I always found it again. It seemed to pursue me, like a charm, so I kept it.MORNA: Where is it? Let me see it!PAUL: It is in my valise, which my sailor friend has carried to the inn at Coolbeg.MORNA: Theres marks inside it, eh? Eh?PAUL: Yes. Six letters. G.O.N. and A.W.A. What could they mean?ANDY: Gone away!MORNA: Garrett ONeil! Alice Wendy Akerly! (She sinks at his feet) Its no dream, but Gods work. His hand is in it. (Enter Gabriel and three men with valise) Hist! There are footsteps in the glen!ANDY: Footpads, maybe.MORNA: (Closing the door, after looking out) Ye must not be found here.PAUL: Here is a chink in the wall. (Looks out) What is that they carry? Why tis my own valise! And that dark fellow was the scoundrel that took charge of it. (Knocking at door is heard)MORNA: In wi ye bothquick! Hide ye undher the straw!ANDY: Theres only four o them. I can take care o three for my share.

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MORNA: Are y ou armed?ANDY: I carry nothing but my fist! (Knocking again)Gabriel: (Outside) Morna! Awake! Morna ye divils limb!MORNA: They have pistols! Knives! In wid ye, I say. His life is not to be wasted in such scum as this. (Paul and Andy enter the bin L.H. Their faces appear through the stacks of straw. Morna opens the door. Enter Gabriel and men.)Gabriel: So, ye lazy witch, you were asleep.MORNA: Ay. What have ye there?Gabriel: Plunder! Cut open that bag! A slash of your knife will serve.ANDY: Those are the same rogues that broke my head.Gabriel: Thats well. (They cut open the valise)Whats here? Clotheslinenpapers. (Throws them down.)PAUL: My Babies letters! See how the rogue uses them.Gabriel: Bank bills! Ay, thats the stuff. (Shakes the bills) But I heard the clink of coin tis in this box. (Opens a small box) Heh! Jewels! A handful!PAUL: For safety, I turned my savings into precious stones.Gabriel: Share and share alike!All: Ay! Ay! Thats fair!ANDY: Theres honor among the thieves.Gabriel: Ye dont deserve the share for failing to finish the swatty. Heres a ring! A wedding ring!MORNA: Let me see it. (Snatches it from Gabriel) Ha!Ha! This ismy share, eh?Gabriel: Take itand good luck go wi it!MORNA: Tis the samethe same.Gabriel: Does it fit your finger, Morna?MORNA: No, it fits the finger of the dead; her hand comes from the grave.Gabriel: Hark ye, lads! You will be needed tonight, as our captain has been taken and lodged in Portrush jail. We meet at the cave two hours after dark. He must be released,

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and while we crack the prison, we can take a boatload of right stuff from the Custom House, making one job of it.MORNA: (Repeats the rhyme, murmering to herself, during the preceding speech) Trust ye! Twine ye! Even so/mingle shades of joy and woe/Hope and fear and peace and strife/in the thread of Fergus life.Gabriel: We had best burn these things; they may convict us if found here.MORNA: Ill see to that! Dye think Id harbor such proofs?Gabriel: If Morna were arrested she would never peach!MORNA: Did I split on the murdher of the Squire?All: No, no.MORNA: They scalded me back wi their whips; they starved me in jail; they drew me blood, but not me tongue. I bore it all until time and the man shall come! And both are at hand.Gabriel: Away, lads, and send round the word to meet at the cave under Warrock Head tonight. (Exeunt)MORNA:(Shutting door after them) They are gone! (Paul and Andy appear)CLOSE INSCENE VI(Room in Cloncilla. Window R. Enter Babie Coote.) BABIE: Alone at last! This letter from Paul has been burning in my pocket. I wonder it has not set me on fire! When the mail bag arrived, and my father handed me this, I recognized the writing and the floor rocked under me. My heart screamed and every hair on my head tingled! (Reads) My darling. (Thats me.) I am near you at last. (He has followed me from India.) Do you love me still? (I should think I did.) Tomorrow night, at nine oclock (Thats tonight.) I shall be watching the house that contains my heart. Place a light at the window of your chamber that I may know it, and show yourself at the casement for one moment if you can. Yours til death, Paul. And I am yours till death, and after it, my brave Paul. (A voice is heard singing outside.) Tis he! It is the song of the Hindoo camel-driver. My father loved it so. How imprudent! The colonel will be sure to hear it. How thoughtless of Paul! Yet oh! how every note goes through me! He must have entered the grounds. (Enter Doctor laden with books, one of which he is reading. He holds a candle.)

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DOCTOR: Eureka!BABIE: Doctor. Are you aware this is my room?DOCTOR: Sacred to the graces! Have I wandered into the recesses of their temple? Forgive me; the ways of Cloncilla are devious, and I am bewildered by a discovery I have made in the library.BABIE: (Aside) As I am by a discovery I have made on the lawn.DOCTOR: I have found a treasure the colonel little dreamed was so near him.Babie (Aside) So have I.DOCTOR: Feast your eyes upon it.BABIE: (Aside) I wish I could.DOCTOR: There is really no other like it in existence.BABIE: I dont think theres his equal on earth. DOCTOR: And it is perfect.BABIE: It is very dirty.DOCTOR: Let us remove the superfluous dust tenderly.BABIE: Stop! My room is not a dustbin. Doctor, allow me if you please--hold the light-while I shake it out of the window. (She draws the blind, takes out her handkerchief, and pretending to dust the book, she waves it.) What do you call this thing?DOCTOR: An old edition of The Art of Love by Ovid.BABIE: No, it is a new edition of The Art of Love by Babie. Oh, dear me!DOCTOR: What has happened?BABIE: I have dropped it.DOCTOR: My book?BABIE: No, my handkerchief. (Looks out)DOCTOR: I will descend to the lawn and recover it.BABIE: No, I see that a puppy-dog of mine has found it, and carries it to his lips--I mean --he has it in his mouth.

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DOCTOR: He may eat it!BABIE: I should wonder if he did; theres your book, Doctor. (Paul outside repeats song)DOCTOR: Bless my soul! The puppy is singing!BABIE: No, sir, ahem--that is-(Aside) What shall I say? (Aloud) That is only a poor man who earns his living by singing in the streets. I have given him--encouragement -out of charity, and now he--he cannot leave me alone.DOCTOR: I will send him away. (Goes to window) Go away good man. Here is a penny for you--do not expend it in drink. (Throws out money. Enter Colonel Coote)SIR JEFF: What is it, Doctor?BABIE: Only a wandering minstrel, papa. We are--sending him away.SIR JEFF: He was singing a familiar song--a Hindoo melody very popular amongst our lads. Did you remark it? I wonder where the fellow picked it up?BABIE: Perhaps he is some discharged soldier.SIR JEFF: And you were sending him away from our door --and on such a night too! (Goes to window.) Hello, you sir!BABIE: (Aside) Oh! Now Im in for it!SIR JEFF: Where are you? Come round to the kitchen and get your supper and a bed for a night. Why, where is he? (Enter Ormerod)BABIE: (Running to him)Hush! Whisper! (She whispers)Sir. Jeff: I cannot see him anywhere. Hollo there!ORM: See! Whom?SIR JEFF: Oh, is that you, Dick? Just arrived, eh? Did you see a fellow hanging round the door as you came in?ORM: No, sir. There was no one there but myself.SIR JEFF: Oh, yes there was. He was singing that old Arab song that our band used to play.ORM: Oh, that was I, sir, I was singing it to myself.SIR JEFF: You!

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BABIE: (Aside) He lies like an angel!SIR JEFF: But you never could sing a note.ORM: True. Never --before company. But when I am alone, the nervous feeling that buries my voice disappears--and I--I have rather a fine double-bass.SIR JEFF: Tenor--you have a tenor!ORM: Yes, occasionally so. I have two--very embarrassing when they get--eh--mixed.DOCTOR: But where is your dog? He had possession of Miss Cootes handkerchief.ORM: Oh, yes, a thousand pardons, here it is. (Produces a red handkerchief)DOCTOR: She let drop a white one.BABIE: I suppose he de molished the fabric, you rescued the pieces--and you beg to retain them. Thank you.SIR JEFF: Come, Dick, you shall sing me that song. Babie shall accompany you. Ah, India, with all your faults I love you still. Come. (Exit)ORM: Was it Paul?BABIE: Of cou rse it was! (Exit with Ormerod)DOCTOR: How could she know the dog was called Paul? (Exit) SCENE VII(A wood. Night. Enter McGubbin meeting Gabriel.) JOB: Well, have you marked him down?GAB: He is along wid Andy Dolan and they are bound for Derrybawn--yonder is Andys farm where you see the light betune the trees. They are going to pass the night there.JOB: Keep watch, until I bring the officers to take him.GAB: Never fear. Ill stick to him like my dog to a hare in her farm.JOB: You will swear that this young Vandyk was one of Derricks gang --that you saw him land here with the rest of them.

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GAB: Ill swear anythin thats plazin to you. I watched him half an hour ago, creep into the grounds of Cloncilla and prowl around the house while Andy sat upon the wall.JOB: Is it lyin you are now?GAB: Why would I lie to your honor?JOB: Because it is to good to be true! And lends me the excuse I wanted for the arrest. What took him to that house?GAB: I think there is a girl in it.JOB: The divil is accommodating--heres a fine rason for clapping him in jail.GAB: Ive got a better rason of my own.JOB: Whats that?GAB: I robbed him, and if I dont jail him he will take advantage of me.JOB: Never fear. Ill quiet him before mornin!GAB: More power to your honor. (Enter Andy and Paul R.)ANDY: Here we are on my own land at last. God bless it and every living thing thats on it. The cow--the pigs--the dogs--the ould mare--to the pigeons in the thatch and the cat agin the hob. Dye hear that bark? Thats Rags, our terrier pup--and whisht to that whine--he knows me all this way! Smells me across the fields, and now the stable is alive, they are rumblin in their stalls, for they feel the masther himself is comin home. Ah! Sure, sir, home is not made out of could bricks and thatch, but wid warm hearts of woman, child and baste.PAUL: I do not know! I never had one.ANDY: Wait till you see my Mollie, and our little ragabones, Patsy, Jude, and Dandy, waitin up for me to fight for the first kiss. Ah, sir, it is only a poor place maybe for the likes o yourself to pass the night in.PAUL: Many a night I have spent on no bed but the hard ground, with my saddle for a pillow, the dark for a blanket, and the jackass furnished a lullaby.ANDY: I was a soldier myself once.PAUL: Indeed! Where did you serve?ANDY: In Belfast jail for twelve months. I would have been there now but Judy brought me out. Twenty pounds the King charged for me! I was a proud boy when I tuk a resate

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for meself. He bought me for a shillin, and sould me for twenty pounds! Tar an ouns, says I, to the collecther who tuk the money, how could I be worth so much more now than I was a year ago? You forget, Andy, sez he, Youve been stall fed all the while. (Exeunt)JOB: Tonight Ill have him safe under lock and key.GAB: Never fear.JOB: Where are Derricks men?GAB: They are along wid my own in the cave under Warrocks Point.JOB: How many do you number?GAB: Over thirty.JOB: Take my yawl. Theres arms and ammunition on board. At midnight, creep into Portrush Harbor and make for the water-gate under the Bridewell. It is rotten--a few blows with a pole-axe will let you in. Let six of your fellows release Derrick and the prisoner while the rest break into the Custom House and help themselves to the best they can lay their hands on.GAB: And how about this young fellow? What are we to do with him?JOB: Carry him away with you and when you are out at sea he must fall overboard.GAB: More power to your sowl! We will make short work and a small bundle of him! (Exeunt) SCENE VIII(Interior of Andys farmhouse. Fireplace R.H. in front. Table and chairs R.H. Bedroom in recess R. Stable door with latch R.H. in flat. Loft above in recess, with railing across making two rooms. Rude staircase R.H. connecting upper floor with lower. Door L.H. in flat. Dresser with crockery and kitchen utensils L. Exterior landscape backing to L.H. door. Stable backing to R.H. door. Children dressed in long nightgowns in bed in loft. Bed upstage in recess C. and L. of stable door. Saddlee, bridle, whip, colored prints on walls, mingled with hams, sides of bacon. Clothes hanging on pegs. Dresser with sundry articles of household use. The scene lighted by the turf fire and a candle is glowing with rude comfort. Two blackthorn sturdy sticks are over mantelpiece R. Enter Mollie from stable door with pail of milk.)

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MOLLIE: That cow is a blessin. Theres a full pail of the finest milk in Coleraine!DANDY: (Looking over the rails) Mammy! I am dhry!MOLLIE: Hold your whisht up there! And dont be waking Jude and Patsy.All the Children: I want my Daddy!MOLLIE: Go to bed, I tell yez! Past eight by the clock and not a sign of my Andy, and his supper growing cold.ANDY: (Outside) Hillo!MOLLIE: There he is. (The children appear above)ANDY: (Outside) This way your honor. Down, Rags! Down, ye divil, dye want to ate me? (Mollie running up to door meets him. Enter Andy and Paul. Mollie embraces him, the children scrambling down the steps shouting Daddy has come back! They cling around him.)ANDY: This is my Mollie, sir.MOLLIE: You are kindly welcome. Oh! (She starts back.)ANDY: (To the children that search his pockets) Murdther! Did I escape the vagabonds on the road only to be robbed this way in my own house?DANDY: Hould him fast, Jude, till I thry his pockets! (Dandy searches his pockets while Jude clings about his neck. Patsy holds out his nightgown to receive toys, cakes and sweetmeats.)MOLLIE: Go on out o that! Dont ye see the gentleman? Aint yez ashamed? Come near the fire, sir, and warrum your hands.PAUL: Let me stand here awhile and warm my heart. (Looking at group)ANDY: They have turned me inside out.MOLLIE: Dye hear me talkin to ye? Away wid yez! (Takes Jude from Andys neck) Ah, sir, theyre a pack of throubles. (The children run upstairs.)ANDY: Never fear, darlin, since his honor is in a fair way of making throubles of the same kind for himself. (Mollie prepares table R.) But hurry now wid the materials. You must be perished wid the thirst.PAUL: I have not tasted a drop since I left the Scottish shore this forenoon.

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ANDY: And you live to tell it. (Pouring out a glassful) Taste that, sir, homemade. Divil a guager can put a stick into that.PAUL: A little water.ANDY: Thry it first widout any breeches on it. (Drinks) Heres to you, sir. Ah. That would not hurt a newborn child. Dye know, Mollie, you may thank himself that I am not lying stiff at the bottom of the ould quarry this minute.MOLLIE: What took you there so far off o your road?ANDY: It was the hot water & sugar & lemons that I took at Judy Macans! Well, I found myself near the Shealings of Glenfail when six big fellows leapt out of the bushes and fell upon me.PAUL: Three, only three.ANDY: They felt like six in the dark.PAUL: I fortunately arrived in time to scare them away. It was a trifling affair.ANDY: Egorra! The whacks they got sounded like no thrifles. If Im any judge of the articles. Dye see these kippeens? They could give me a characther. Taste that blackthorn, sir. No, if you plaze, that is not the grip. Tis plain to see the sword is more plain to yourself than a stick. So! Take it there. The small end takes the blow. Now give me a pelt. (Paul laughing strikes at his head. Andy takes the blow on his elbow and brings the stick down on Pauls head.) Your head is open to a crack.All the Children: Hurroo! Hurroo!MOLLIE: Well pon my conscience, this bates bannagher. Is that the way you welcome the gentleman wid a crack on the head, and the children hurrooin? (She takes away the sticks) I ax your pardon for him, Sir.ANDY: Sit ye down, sir. The Lord be praised that sent you to us, and gave us this poor roof and food to offer you. Can you make out wid it all?PAUL: What is here? Wheaten meal cakes and butter.ANDY: Sweet wid the breath of the cow. She made it.PAUL: And bacon ANDY: Home fed, by Mollie.PAUL: And eggs

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ANDY: All owin to Mollie.PAUL: And a dish of brook trout.ANDY: The little burn we crossed outside here is alive wid them. Mollie feeds the brikeens and they fight for which will jump out o the wather into the pot.PAUL: (Eating) It seems that Mollie does everything. What is left for you to do?MOLLIE: To love me, and spoil the childre.DANDY: (Who has been looking out of window in roof) Whisht, Daddy. I see a man in the yard below and theres more of them behind the cart shed. Oh, it is the Squire himself.Andy. McGubbin! The divils curse to him! What brings him here at this time of night. (Enter McGubbin and McQuade)JOB: (To Paul) My business is with you, sir. Your name is Vandyk.PAUL: Yes, I told you so.JOB: You landed on this shore recently.PAUL: Yes, within the last six hours.JOB: You call yourself an officer in his Majestys service.PAUL: I am Captain in the Indian Army.JOB: Of course you have your commission.PAUL: Certainly.JOB: Let me see it.PAUL: It is in my valise of which I was robbed a few hours ago. But why these questions?JOB: Because information has been laid before me that a noted criminal and refugee from justice named Vandyk recently landed here along with a crew of ruffians, bent on a desperate enterprise, the pillage of Cloncilla, the house of Sir Jeffrey Coote.PAUL: How could I know the character and object of these scoundrels? I hired a boat to cross the channel. I can easily establish my identity.JOB: After you landed you proceeded at once to the Shealings of Glenfail. What took you there?

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PAUL: Accident.ANDY: It was an accident!JOB: Nevertheless, you met there a crew of scoundrels and then you proceeded to the house of Sir Jeffrey Coote. You prowled around the premises, examining the doors and windows. What took you there?PAUL: I decline to submit to your interrogatories.JOB: I thought so! McQuade, you will execute your warrant. (McQuade goes to door and beckons forward two men who appear.)ANDY: Why dont you send for Sir Jeffrey himself? Will I go for his honor?PAUL: No. Not for the worlds!ANDY: Tare alive! Is it not goin to jail ye are?MOLLIE: Oh! Andy, dont let them take him! (Dandy has crept down, and taking one of the sticks, pulls Andys coattails to attract his attention, and offers him the blackthorn.)PAUL: I am sorry to have brought this trouble upon you. It is nothing to me. Tomorrow I can find my comrade Dick Ormerod and his evidence will release me. God bless you both. (Goes out with offices and Job McGubbin)MOLLIE: Dont lave him, Andy!ANDY: Give me my coat. What dye take me for? Ill stick to him, as he stuck by me. Good night, Mollie, good night, darlins. (He embraces them and goes out.) END OF ACT II ACT IIISCENE I(The Library at Cloncilla. Col. Jeffrey Coote writing at table. Andy standing by.)SIR JEFF: I cannot see my honest friend, how I can assist you! You say you have been to the prison.ANDY: Yes, and I offered them five pounds to let me in to span the night wi the young fellow in his cell, but they shut the door in my face.

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SIR JEFF: You can see him when he is brought before me tomorrow morning.ANDY: He wants a heart beside him tonight to keep up his own. The jailer said nobody could be admitted unless charges wi some offenceI offered to break his head.SIR JEFF: (Laughing) You furnish me with a pretext. I will commit you under the charge of disorderly conduct.ANDY: Long life to you, sir.SIR JEFF: (writing) You must take yourself in charge.ANDY: Say drunk and disorderly and nobody will doubt it.SIR JEFF: You maintain that this friend of yours is not connected with the gang of smugglers and rogues.ANDY: He is an officer in the Kings service.SIR JEFF: An officer! What is his name?ANDY: Vandyk.SIR JEFF: It cannot be Paul.ANDY: Himself. Divil a less.SIR JEFF: Paul Vandyk here? I left him with his regiment in India.ANDY: He landed this morning and was troubled to keep himself unbeknownst hereabout, so I never said a word about it till you guessed it.SIR JEFF: There is the paper. It will serve your purpose.ANDY: I knew that a prison was a mighty hard place to get out of, but I didnt think it was so hard to get into. Long life to you, sir. (Exit Andy)SIR JEFF: Paul Vandyk here! He has followed Barbara. Can she be aware of his presence? (Enter Barbara)BABIE: Are you alone, Papa? Can I speak with you?SIR JEFF: Yes. I expected you to come to me.BABIE: Why?SIR JEFF: Because I have heard that the lover whom I requested you to dismiss has followed us to Ireland.

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BABIE: I knew it. It is true, Papa, and I have come to ask your pardon for the first deceit I have practiced. SIR JEFF: Have you forgotten yourself so far as to correspond with him?BABIE: I have not written to him.SIR JEFF: But he has written to you?BABIE: Yes.SIR JEFF: The letter I handed you today was from him?BABIE: It was the first and only one I have received. There it is, sir! You can read it.SIR JEFF: No, Barbara. It was not intended for my eyes. (She tears it up.) Must I repeat what I told you in Madras? This young man is beneath my daughter in rank and position. He is a gallant officer, and I believe him to be a gentleman. If I became attached to him for his many good qualities, I could not blame you for sharing my esteem; but when he asked me for your hand I was obliged to put him back into his place. I forbade him to enter my house.BABIE: You had the right to do so.SIR JEFF: And I requested you to put him out of your mind.BABIE: That you had not the right to do; nor had I the power to obey you. You told me, Papa, that you had loved only one woman in your life, and that was my mother.SIR JEFF: Ay, indeed, but she was the daughter of a peer.BABIE: The heart has a peerage of its own; but let that pass. I take after you, Sir, I can only love once in my life.SIR JEFF: Barbara!BABIE: I dont say it in defiance, Papa, when I pray you never speak of it again. If your foolish, spoiled child, Barbara, had met with an accident that crippled her for life, you would treat the helpless invalid with double tenderness! Well, so it is with me!SIR JEFF: Let us trust to time and absence. Vandyk must return to India. He has been arrested by mistake, and when he is brought before me tomorrow I shall recognize and liberate him.BABIE: What noise is that at our gates? It sounds like a storm in the woods.

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SIR JEFF: No, it is a troop of horse; and old soldiers ear is not to be deceived. (Enter Ormerod)ORM: The authorities at Portrush have received information that Cloncilla will be attacked tonight by a mob of smugglers in revenge for the capture of Hans Jansen and Vandyk. A requisition for troops was made by Mr. McGubbin to protect your property from pillage.SIR JEFF: My servants are able to hold their own against any such rabble. (Enter Doctor with gun and sword followed by Lucy)DOCTOR: The heathen do violently rage! The Philistines are upon us. They would lead our tender ones into captivity.LUCY: For mercys sake, take the arms away. He will shoot somebody by mistake.BABIE: Doctor, I beg of you be careful.SIR JEFF: Come, Barbara, we must see these fellows provided for. (Exit with Barbara)DOCTOR: Stand behind me, my child. Let me gird up my loins and do battle for my lamb. Come on! (Waives his gun and sword in the air. Gun explodes. Lucy screams, Ormerod catches her. ) Prodigious! (Scene closes in) SCENE II(Garden or wood near Cloncilla. Enter Morna.) MORNA: The guard is dhrawn away from the jail where they have caged the boy. They have brought them here! Tis the work of Job McGubbin! I would warn them there is murdher to be done but who would heed the ould mad beggar woman? (Enter Doctor) Ah, ye have come.DOCTOR: I will have no commerce with thee, witch of Endor. Canidia! Erichthoe Diabola! Get thee behind me! Avoid ye! Conjuro te neguissima! Miserrima Malifica! Umbrella! (No effect)MORNA: Is the fool daft with his glamour?DOCTOR: Avaunt and quit my sight! Abjuro, impero te!MORNA: Listen, ye sticket stibbler, or you shall rue it while a limb o ye hangs together. Do my bidding.

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DOCTOR: Ill have no dealings wi the powers o darkness. Desist, I say! I will not be handled. Stand off! (Poises his cane)MORNA: (Striking down his guard) Sit you down, then. Gather your wind and your senses. Here, then, is what will warm your heart.DOCTOR: I do not thirst. Malifica! I mean good Mr. Morna.MORNA: Drink, I say, or by the stars above us Ill put it down your throat whether you will or no.DOCTOR: Saul feasted with the witch of Endor. (Drinks) It is good liquor. Now my good woman MORNA: Im no good woman. All the county knows Im bad; but I can do what better women dare not do. Hear me! The guard is drawn off from the Custom House and jail at Portrush and brought to Cloncilla to protect the home tonight. Theres nobody means to touch the house. Let the English Colonel send the troops back to their post. They will have work there tonight! Ay! Will they! The guns will flash, and the swords will glitter in the moon.DOCTOR: Is she mad?MORNA: No, Im not mad. Ive been jailed for madscourged for madbanished for madbut mad Im not. Do as I bid ye, or a bloody corpse will be the heir of Timoleague by sunrise.DOCTOR: The heir of Timoleague! I would to God I had died for him many years ago.MORNA: Dye see the moon risin above yonder cloud? Its first light strikes the round tower--Donagild, the ouldest in the castle o the ONeils. Tis not for nothing! It says to me dark shall be light, see! Now it touches the sail o yonder sloop that creeps out to sea. Theres thirty men aboard--bound to their deaths this night.DOCTOR: The Lord presarve them!MORNA: The same moon lights the prison roofs where the prisoner lies. But he will be brought home to his own. Now, Ignatius Poldoodie, if you ever loved the ould house or the child--DOCTOR: He is dead.MORNA: He lives! And by his life which is in sore peril. I warn ye! Speed ye wi my message to the English Colonel--tell him to obey the ould foster mother, who gives him warning, and to obey her quickly, for minutes are lives tonight. (Exit)

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DOCTOR: Prodigious! (Exit) SCENE III(The Bridewell Custom House. A prison cell in L. open to public. Jailers office R. also open. Above roofs are seen, the upper stories of the Custom House, an aged building. Paul at table. Candle lighted in cell. McQuade at desk in office. Jailer waiting in office.)MCQUADE: (examining paper)What dye say? Brings himself in charge, and not drunk neither? Let me see him. (Exit jailer)PAUL: Well, I have been in worse situations than this--more dismal--yet I feel depressed in spirit, for I fear I may have compromised Barbara. If it were not for that, I have no other fear--an Irish jail shall not break down the heart and spirits that have resisted the Black Hole of Calcutta, hunger, penury and disease. (Re -enter jailer with Andy, who is loaded down with parcels)MCQUADE: Oh! You are back again, are you?ANDY: Divil a lie in it.MCQUADE: (Looking at papers.) Committed for being found drunk and disorderly.ANDY: Didnt I offer to break your head?MCQUADE: What are those parcels? Why were they not left at the gate?ANDY: This is the Custom House as well as prison, aint it?MCQUADE: Yes.ANDY: I want you to seize that. (Puts down a bottle. McQuade takes it.) Take care you dont spill the cork.MCQUADE: Come, come! You want to share the cell of the young smuggler, eh?ANDY: I do. I want to lay my heart agin his.MCQUADE: You had better get home to your wife.ANDY: If I wint home and they thought Id left a friend in such a straight as this, Mollie would kick me out o bed, and the little ones would put the dogs afther me. I darent go home and lave him--the man that stood by me when those blackguards might ha killed me.

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MCQUADE: Away with you! Lock him for the night in with Vandyk. (Exit jailer with Andy)ANDY: (Going out) And well make a blue night of it.MCQUADE: Theres something about that fellow (drinks) that goes straight to the soft place in my heart. (Enter Job)JOB: Good night! McQuade, go fetch Hans Jansen here: I want to examine the scoundrel.MCQUADE: Shall we put the bracelets on him?JOB: No, he dare not break out against me in this prison. I dont fear him.MCQUADE: Ill bring him in. (Exit) (Jailer opens Pauls cell. Enter Andy)PAUL: What! My brave Andy, can it be yourself?ANDY: Im a prisoner, like yourself; got myself committed to keep you company--all out o respect for Irish jails. I would not have you take away a poor notion of our prison fare. Heres a chicken, and a knuckle o ham, two bottles o whiskey --thats one apiece--and I have not forgot the bread. Sure, no, here it be. (Produces a very small piece)PAUL: Give me your hand, Andy. I never took a more honest one in my own.ANDY: Come on, my boy, have a whack at the bottle. (They drink, then they spread the table. Andy pulls out his jackknife and carves. Enter McQuade with Vandyk into office)JOB: Leave us. (Exit McQuade) All goes to my wishes. The troops are at Cloncilla. Not a man is left at the barracks. The water gate is rotten, and will not resist the pole -axes of your men for twenty minutes. Can you rely on their appearance at the hour?Vandyke: Can you rely on rats in the shambles? Yes.JOB: Then success is certain.VANDYK: For yourself, but not for me. What is the hour?JOB: Within five minutes of ten.VANDYK: But I am thinking--JOB: What about?VANDYK: If I kill you now, instead of the young man, bye and bye, which is better?

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JOB: What?VANDYK: If I put him out of the way, I have your five hundred pounds, but if I put you out of the way, I can make a better business with him than with you. We are alone, and you have provided for my escape. What say you to the settlement of that account?JOB: I say that if you move one inch in this direction I will put a brace of bullets through your head. (Drawing a pistol.)VANDYK: You wont do that, because its murder.JOB: No murder in self-defense. I will say that I discovered in your person the outlaw Vandyk, the murderer of Sir Garrett ONeil. You attempted to kill me and escape. Your desperate reputation will serve me perfectly. What say you to that settlement of account? (Re-enter McQuade)MCQUADE: Please your worship, a crowd of ill-looking fellows are landing from a sloop under the seawall of the Bridewell. I have sent to the barracks to get the troops, but there is not a soldier in Portrush.JOB: Go. Ask their business. (Exit McQuade)ANDY: Theres somethin wrong in the Custom House. Dye hear it? (Clashing of doors and distant shouts) Whats the matter? Whisht! Listen to it!JOB: Now, Captain, is your time. Go out at that door, bar it on the outside. You understand?VANDYK: Lock you in here?JOB: And leave me helpless to give the alarm. Then release the prisoners from their cells as you pass through the corridor. The jailers will be assailed from the rear as well as in front. (Heavy blows heard) Quick, man!VANDYK: I am ready! (Exit by door, the bars of which are heard to close)PAUL: Surely these are sounds of attack. (Drags table under window L. leaps upon it and looks out R.) I see nothing but the fitful light of torches, and I hear the yells of a crowd. Crash! The mob are attacking the Custom House. What does it mean? Where are the troops, that such a riot is not suppressed at once?ANDY: I saw them at Cloncilla; they are not in the town.JOB: Bravo, brave b oys! I hear the cries of the prisoners. (Trumpet call is heard)ANDY: Whats that?

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PAUL: The troops, Andy, the troops! I hear the word of command. (Drums heard) Dye hear it? Aha. The monster mob has found its master. God! Why am I not with my redcoats?JOB: That sounds like the soldiers. It cannot be. (A flash of fire leaps up over the roofs, and a red light shows through the grated opening in the doors.)ANDY: I smell fire. (The windows of the Custom House over the roofs of cells are seen to glow, and sm oke issues from them.)PAUL: Andy, they have set fire to the Custom House.JOB: How hot it is! I suffocate. (A platoon of musketry is heard) It is the military. What brought them back? I must get away. Ah! I forgot, the door is barred outside. (Fire creeps through the bars, and breaks windows R.) The prison must be on fire. (Morna appears at window in tower over roof. Breaks it out and enters on roof. She carries a crowbar.)JOB: Help! Help! (He batters the door)PAUL: Do you hear the prisoners trying to break open their cells? (Morna advances on roof, and removes a portion of it) Is there no escape?JOB: Help! Murder! McQuade!ANDY: Oh, to be shmoked to death like badgers in this damned hole!MORNA: (Having made a hole through roof) Come!ANDY: Hurroo! (They drag table under orifice, place the chair on it, and climb through roof, helped by Morna)JOB: (Who has fallen, suffocated)Vandyk! Fiend! McQuade! (He drags himself to window. A flash of fire and smoke beats him back. He falls senseless as Andy and Paul following Morna, escape over the roof into the tower. Cries. Shouts. Trumpet calls. Drums, and Curtain.) ACT IV SCENE I(Library at Cloncilla. Babie and Lucy looking out of window at back. Colonel walking up and down. Doctor seated R.)

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SIR JEFF: The absence of any news from Portrush is very perplexing. I fear that we have acted imprudently in paying attention to the warning of that crazy old gypsy Morna Fail. DOCTOR: No, Sir! The woman has her faults, but she loved the child in her unholy fashion. She told me that he lives--that he is here! but is in some deadly peril.LUCY: There is a great fire in Portrush. The horizon over the town is still aglow.SIR JEFF: Even if the vague assertion of this poor creature be true, how shall we recognize the boy?DOCTOR: Do you think I shall fail to recognize my precious one?SIR JEFF: It will require some better evidence than your convictions to reach mine. (Enter Mollie)MOLLIE: Oh! Colonel, dear, he is kilt--and I did it--I sent him along wid the Captain. Oh, Miss Babie, it was me that did it!BABIE: What do you mean? Who did you kill?MOLLIE: Andy. Sure I sent him to the prison.SIR JEFF: And I gave him a pass to ensure his admission.MOLLIE: I dare not go home! Oh, how will I tell the childre? They are widout a father to their backs and me a widdy.BABIE: He may have escaped. Ah, here is Dick. We shall hear the news.(Enter Ormerod.)ORM: We arrived just in time to quell a serious riot; but we failed to save the Bridewell which was burned to the ground.SIR JEFF: But the prisoners I hope were all rescued.BABIE: Paul was there!ORM: Paul Vandyk?MOLLIE: He was, Sir, and my Andy along wid him.ORM: I heard nothing of them. Mr. McGubbin was found to be one of the victims.MOLLIE: Divil cure him! Never mind him.BABIE: Did no prisoners escape?

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ORM: In the confusion, some may have done so.MOLLIE: Oh, Andy, what will I do widout yerself?BABIE: Do not despair, Mollie, there is some hope.MOLLIE: Not a haporth. He is gone to glory. Ahone! (Enter Andy) He is lookin down upon me now!ANDY: He is, dear.MOLLIE: Ah, Andy! Are ye alive?ANDY: (embracing her) Try me!LUCY: But your companion, Captain Vandyk. Where is he?ANDY: Divil a Vandyk there is to the fore.BABIE: He perished! Oh!ANDY: That ould witch Morna Fail has turned him into somebody else. It is Sir Fergus ONeil that is in his skin. Your own brother, Miss Lucy. God bless you both!DOCTOR: Ho!Ho!Ho! Where--where is he? Show me the child!SIR JEFF: Stop! Do you mean that Paul Vandyk is the lost heir of Timoleague?ANDY: Divil a less! and as like his father the Esquire as two peas. He is waitin outside to know if he is welcome.BABIE: Oh, father!SIR JEFF: Can this be true?DOCTOR: True? Of course it is! I feel it in my old bones. I shall see my precious little one before I am gathered away.ANDY: Come in, Sir. (Enter Paul)DOCTOR: My boy--my boy! It is Garrett ONeil himself. My respected patron!--who perished 20 years ago. God bless me. Lucy, my dear, this is your father.SIR JEFF: I acknowledge a resemblance I never noticed before.DOCTOR: Resemblance!SIR JEFF: Doctor, be quiet.

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PAUL: Believe me, Sir, if I am under your roof I had no idea to what house I was carried by this mysterious woman, who rescued us from the burning prison.ANDY: Shes an angel--though she doesnt look it--or bear the character.PAUL: Therefore if my presence here gives offence--DOCTOR: His voice--dye hear--his voice!SIR JEFF: Doctor, you must hold your tongue.DOCTOR: I will. Im dumb. But let me look at him.SIR JEFF: I cannot, Sir, under the circumstances refuse you a welcome to my house.ANDY: I was in hopes you would so he could share mine: theres a pair of big hearts there, and three little ones that would give him a warmer welcome than hell get here!PAUL: I feel certain that my infancy must have been passed in this neighborhood. So many objects and scenes seem familiar to me.SIR JEFF: Do you remember having borne any other name but that of Paul Vandyk?PAUL: No, but strange figures pass before me. I recollect a slight pale figure of a woman who taught me my prayers.DOCTOR: His mother.PAUL: And I remember --a donkey!DOCTOR: My rival in his little heart.PAUL: And I see a tall --very thin--kind-tempered old man who used to teach me my letters --and whom I used to kick unmercifully.DOCTOR: Look. Look at me. Oh, do. Was I not the man?PAUL: It cannot be --the same!DOCTOR: It is! It is! Oh. Try, try to remember. Kick me again--I am your old tutor that God has spared to see this day. (Embraces Paul)SIR JEFF: Your vague memories, the emotion of this worthy doctor, and a resemblance in feature to the late lord will not suffice to reinstate you in the family, nor in the estate of Timoleague. we must have better evidence! (Morna enters)MORNA: You shall have the best! The evidence of the man who stole my foster-child.

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SIR JEFF: Will he confess?MORNA: No. Because he murdered the father.SIR JEFF: Does the ruffian live?MORNA: Ay, he escaped from the Bridewell.SIR JEFF: Where can he be found?MORNA: In the caves, under the Point of Warrock.SIR JEFF: But you say he will refuse to speak?MORNA: I will make him find his tongue though it may cost me my life. Let two of you well-armed, follow me to the cave.ANDY: Ill be the two.PAUL: Why not surround the place and take him?ANDY: Ill surround it--never fear.MORNA: No, do my bidding. He has the strength of a lion in the skin of a fox. Ill take you, Andy Dolan, and the boy there. Let the rest follow if they will. You two meet me in an hour hence at the Shealings of Glenfail. Lucy ONeil, dont hang back and wait for proof. Yon boy is your brother as sure as your parents are looking down on us from Heaven now. (Exit)BABIE: If she hesitates, I dont. (Runs to Paul)ANDY: Mollie, hurry home now and fetch me a twig. SCENE II(The Garden. Enter Paul and Babie.) BABIE: You ask me to share your name before you have got one to offer me. Dont you think we had better wait until you know who you are? It is very awkward. Suppose you fail to obtain the evidence, you will not be anybody in particular.PAUL: I shall still be your devoted lover.BABIE: Let me see! What is your other name?

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PAUL: Fergus, I believe.BABIE: I hate Fergus. It is so hard. Try to soften it, and it becomes Fergey or Gussie. What is the short for Fergus?PAUL: I think it is Paul. Never call me by any other. Let me remain the poor soldier that won your heart.BABIE: Thats all well enough for love; but I cannot marry both you and the other fellow! If he fails to materialize, you must fall back on yourself.PAUL: I do feel a little indefinite.BABIE: Yes. And I feel as if I am drawing you in a lottery. (Enter Andy)ANDY: The times up, Captain. It will take us the rest of it to reach the say shore, where the ould witch will be waitin for us.PAUL: Goodbye, Babie. Ill bring you back the name without which your father will never consent to receive me as a son.BABIE: Oh, Mr. Dolan, dont expose him to danger.ANDY: Dye hear that? You are to stand behind me. (Exeunt Paul and Andy)BABIE: Oh, what a thing it is to be a man! If I were on I could go with him. (Enter Lucy and Ormerod)LUCY: Are they gone?BABIE: Yes.ORM: The Colonel has assembled the whole household to follow the old Doctor, whose ardor they cannot restrain. He says he knows the caves well, and can guide us there.LUCY: He is armed with his umbrella.ORM: I have dispatched a messenger to Portrush to bring a troop of my men, in case this scoundrel should escape and we find ourselves obliged to hunt him amongst the rocks. (Exit)BABIE: Lucy, I know the way to the Point of Warrock.LUCY: So do I.BABIE: How do you feel?LUCY: I dont want to remain here.

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BABIE: No more do I.LUCY: We can follow them.BABIE: No. Let us go ahead of them by the seashore.LUCY: I dont know that way.BABIE: I do. I met Paul there. (Enter Doctor)DOCTOR: They refuse to let me join the expedition. The Colonel told me this was none of my business, and advised me to stay with you girls, as that was my proper place as a man of peace.BABIE: And so you shall stay with us, but you see we are afraid to stay here all alone, so we are organizing a little expedition of our own. Lucy shall be the advance guard, Ill be the main body, and you bring up the rear!DOCTOR: Prodigious!LUCY: I think you had better take the lead, because you are so tall you can see ahead further.DOCTOR: No, Ill go ahead. Ill go in front.BABIE: Order in the ranks! I say, who is doing this thing? If you dont obey, Ill put both of you under arrest. Ah, here comes a re-enforcement. (Enter Mollie) Halt! What brings you here?MOLLIE: I brought a twig for Andy, and I thought Id bring a spare one for meself.BABIE: I recruit you to go with us. I shall throw out Mollie on the flanks.MOLLIE: I cant, miss, for my heart is gone after my boy, to be near him in case of trouble.BABIE: Thats where we are bound! To the Point of Warrock! (Exeunt) SCENE III(The cave. Vandyk discovered seated by fire.) VANDYK: How cold the wind blows from the sea. And not a drop of brandy to rinse that infernal smoke that I swallowed in the jail. Hark! A footstep in the gallery! (Seizes his

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pistol and sword. Examines them. Enter Morna, followed by Andy and Paul.) Is that you?MORNA: Ay! Ay!VANDYK: Have you brought the liquor?MORNA: I have brought you all you will require, never fear. (Aside to Paul.) Bend up your hearts--Bide here, till you hear me say the hour and the man have both come. Then upon him, quick and bind him fast.VANDYK: What are you mutterin there?MORNA: I am layin the roughies agin the hole to keep out the blast.VANDYK: What news of my people?MORNA: Burnt--cut to pieces or drowned. All gone!VANDYK: (Drinking) This coast has always been fatal to me.MORNA: You may have more reason to say so. I tould you the murder would come home to you.VANDYK: Not yet. The hemp is not sewn that shall hang Vandyk.MORNA: It is sewn, grown, heckled and twisted. I told you so when you tore away from my arms the child Fergus ONeil. VANDYK: You did, but I treated the kid well. I gave him my name --Paul Vandyk. What are you doing there? Leave those pistols alone.MORNA: I was looking to see the primin was dry in the pan. And so I told you the boy would return someday.VANDYK: And so he has. But McGubbin was a match for the devil: he got him committed to the Bridewell and he perished there in the flames. But whats that to me? I can never show my face in Flushing again.MORNA: You will never need.VANDYK: What makes you say that? Curse you!MORNA: Because your hour and the man have both come. (She throws a brick in fire, it flames up. Andy and Paul leap over and make for Vandyk. They seize him.)VANDYK: Ah! Betrayed!

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ANDY: Call it what you like!PAUL: Surrender, Be still for your life!VANDYK: Damn my life, but Ill have hers, the foul witch! (Fires. Morna falls. Enter Sir Jeff, Ormerod and servants, Doctor, Babie, Mollie and Lucy.)SIR JEFF: Hold the villain fast.ANDY: Ive got him.BABIE: Morna, Morna. You are hurt?MORNA: Ay. I knew it would end this way. Where is he? Where is Fergus? My boy, stand from the light and let me see him--my child that lay on my breast. Im goin to lave you at last. Kiss me--so--so--thats well. It is all ended now, all ended. (She dies. Curtain.)