The Shaughraun


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The Shaughraun

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The Shaughraun [promptbook 1]
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Boucicault, Dion, 1820-1890
Wallack's Theatre
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Promptbook containing the printed script with handwritten notes and markings. Handwriting may be from four different people. Some notes appear to be in Boucicault's handwriting. Wallack's Theatre was where the first production of The Shaughraun was staged; the exact source of the printed play remains unidentified.
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"This is the original prompt copy of Wallack's Theatre (1874). Please take the greatest care of it"--Cover.

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, . . Scene . Su il -a~ The c ttar1e !Ji._MTE O'NJ<~ALE: -sia e is a I cwd in the rear o the c o ttage-;' Tl . udience-:' L. a e . rf!ie-t7 LI ~ a --~-9~e~e~1--~ emp1eys'1 ineidc t b OlairJJ. Phoo ! how my arms ache ! Lsin9g l 6~ ?:'ii. ~ l"U.fe ( 'Where are you going my pretty maia, I'm going a milking, sir, she said . " h Mrs . 0'1[. Uo0Vi11_.9 011t @f ~t1i1i;: ui111i @ 11'.l Sure, M i ss , -'-;:J ,.-• . JI. tnat i s too aro. work entire y for the likes of yo u. t..J!. ura'WA Lf'1l:I. Olaire . Go on, now, Mrs. O'Ke ll y, and mind your own . } business. D'ye think I'm not equal to making • the Ii 11 L butter come . . ,-Mrs. O'K. It's yourself can make the butter come. You have ouly got to look at the milk, and the. butter k t1/, IA 1(4,t~ Ii J.., • will r i se .ttiBut ob ! Miss, who's this coming up the cliff. t' It can't hll a visitor'{,~ I C l air e . 'Tis one of e officer s from Ball yro.gget . -•!":.~ t ry Mrs. O'K. Run in quick before he sees you! and I'll . Olaire . Not I; '['ll stop where I am . If he was the U..'-14< "-~'/ Lor 1eutenant himself I'd not stir, or take a tuck out of m y gown . Go tell the mi stress . J,frs. O'lt. And is that the way you will recave the quality' r exit] chuuJe ae. O lail'e. [sillfl.Sl ff~~ 'Then wJiat is y our fortune my pretty maid, (he i& .stop ping to reconnoitre) f.,si11!7Sl -~ " What i s your fortune my pretty m a id, J.\ [here he comes] . . [Sill,$18] "')ly face is my fortune, sir, she sai d. " The r e' s no li e iu that any way, and a mighty s m all in come I've got. " ifoLINEUX. Ca,r~'9 ah,_t•,r-~Jlfol . :\fy g oo d girl{ ,e ,s ,,J . Claire. Sir to you . Lasi
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2. J[(ll. ,Beg pardon ; your 'Irish names are so unpTOnounceable. You see I am an Englisl1man. Claire. I remarked your misfortune; poor crnture, you couldn't help it. Mol. I do not regard it as a misfortune. Olafre. Got accustomed to it, I suppose. Were you born so, Mot. Is your mistress at home Olafr,. My mistress 'l Oh! 'tis Miss O'Neal you mane 'l Mol Delicious brogue-qui~ delicious! Will you take her my card 'l Claire. I'm afeard the butther would spoil if I lave it now. Jfol. What is your pretty name 'l '7Jlllfre. Claire! What's yours Mol. Molineux~l'(y,11 Molineux. Now, Claire, I'll give you a crown if you will carry my name to your mistress. Olafre. Will you take my place at the churn while I go Jfol. How do you work the infernal thing '11/ 1-o oti Glawe. Take hould beside me, an' I'll show you. --r,ie takes the handle of the clinrn beside her; they work togetlieil Tliere, so-that's it-beautiful-you were intenl,led for a dairy-mnid. /e.117.ol. I know a d , iiry-maid that was intended for me. Claire. That speech only wanted a taste of the brogue to be worthy of nu Irishman. Mol. (kissing lier] Now, I'm perfec t . Clai1e. [starting awayj Wlrnt are yo, doing'/ Mol. Tasting the brogue! Stop, my dear; you forget the crown I promised you-hC're it is. (he hands her the money~ Don't hide your blushes. They become you. . Claire. Never fenr I'll be even wid yer honor, yet. ( Don't let the buttber spoil, now, while I'm ,gone . (going) What's your name, again, Mulligrubs 'l f. Mol. No! Molineux. ~,_,u_.,,. Claire. I ax your pardon! You see I'm Irish, and them English names are so unpronounceable! _Al . Jifit] .,,~,4,4'C-' )llol. [ churning grai-er,o She is as fresh an :agTan as one of her own pats o butter. If the mistress be as sweet as the maid, I shall not regret being stationed in the wilderness. Deuced hard work this milk pump ! There is a strange refinement ahout -that Irish girl. When I say str:rnge, I am no judge; for I have never done the agricultural shows; I have ~eyer graduated in

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milk-maids; but this -0ne must be the cream of the dairy. Confound this piston-rod. I feel like a Chinese toy. , 2,. ~--,,. Entei ARTE-O'NEAL fi-om the house, follo~ CLAIR 11: Arte What can he want! Wby, Clarre ! what•is he doing, ,. Claire, I have not the slightest idea. X' h Arte cufoance~ ~.;.tr -Arte. Molineaux lJ lol. [co11fuse~ Oh. , a thousand pardons I I just was a-amusing myself. I am--a-very fond of machinery, and so [bows] Mi~s Q.'Neale, !_presume-• .A'rte. -introaucing Clciire l\Iy cousin, Miss Claire Ffolliott. Mo/. Miss Ffolliott ! really, I took her for a-~ide) Oh, Lord ! what have I done ? Arte. [oside[ Claire has been at some mischief here . ' O!aire.1aside to Molineuzj ppn't hide your blushes, ,.,,~~ they oecome you.~~Mol. rasirle] Spare me. (p~ Puh Arte . . l hope, ~, you come to tell me how I can be of some service to you. Mol. I have just arrived with a detachment of our regiment at Ballyragget. The Government received information .that a schooner carryin~ a distinguished Fenian hero was hovering around tne coast, intending to land her passengers in this neighborhood, so a gunboat has been sent round to these waters, and we are under orders to co-operate with her. Deuced bore, not to say ridiculous . There is no foundation for the scare; but we finu ourselves quartered here without any resources . .Arie. I regret I cannot' extend to you the hospi::: ta1ities ofSuil-a-beg; an unmarried girl is unable to play the hostess. f'e) Mol . But you own the finest Rhooting in the west of Ireland-thfl mountains are full of grouse and the streams about here are alive with salmon . . • Claire. The ~-would beg leave to sport over your domain . Shall I spare you the lmurili: tion of con-v fessing that you are not mistress iu youi: own house, I', much less lat.ly of your own manor, Do you see that min ;yonucr T Oh, 'tis the admiration of the traveler, and the favorite study of painters, who come from far and near to copy it. It was the home of my fore fathers once, when they kept open house for the friend,

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the poor, or the stranger. The mortgagee has put up a gate now, so -vu,itors pay sixpence ahead to admire C-i the place, and their guide points across to this cabin _,,, ,1 here the remains of the "ould family," two lonely girls, live, God knows how! You ask-her leave to kill ./i! 6 game on Suil-a-more and Keim-an-Eigh. Lcrossing to~ ' ~i• y uj,uio,v •il tl11•fi'11 i119 i• ,'7'C>}r Do you see that sal-mon, it was snared last night in the Pool-a-Brikein, by Conn the Shaughrawn. He killed those grouse at daylight, on the side of Manmturk. That's our daily food, and we owe it to a pofl. cher. d-, k. Mol. You have to suffer bit er y, mdeed, for ages of family imprudence, and the Irish extravagance of your ancestors . .Arte. Yes, sir; the extravagance of their love for their country, and the imprudence of their :fidelity to their faith. Mol, Bt1t surely you cannot be without some relatives 'I Claire. I hav a brother, the heir to this estate. Mol. Is he abroad 'I Olaire~ Yes; he is a convict, working out his sentence in Australia. Jlol. Oh, I beg pardon. I did not know. [Tu .A1'ff] Have you no relatives 'I .Arte. Yes, I am the affianced wife of her brother. Mo!. [ confused] Really, ladies, I have to offer you a thousand apologies. Arte. l do not accept one ; it carries insult to the manilov~. -~.o(',IY, Mol. Ah! least you will permit me to regret having aroused such distressing memories. Olail'c. Do yon think they ever sleep 'l~-e.t '/i?.N. Mol. No, naturally, of course not. I meant-asi~er I am astray on an Irish bog here, and every i,t, p I take gets me deeper in the mfre. K•J' 1-,,,e, . Claire. rasicle] How confusec i::; ! That's a good fellow, altnough he is au Engli::;hmau. Arte. I am ,ery sorry we have not the power to grant you a privile~e which you see we do not enjoy. 6,,) )l )( XX ]Cine, [outsiclc] Hol1oo !-is there nolMdy at home tin' .Aite. Here comes a gentleman who can oblige yo-r{.::J l(, ]( Kine [outsiclc] Halloo~one of you! Don't ye hear me. Bridget, ~onn, come and hould my pony. o{!.)l[ol . Who is this stentorian gentleman J II Ol,lire. Mr. Corry Kinchela-one who has trimmed his fortunes 'with prudence, and his conscience with . economy. Zcf'/9 cs, .

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Enter CORRY KINCHELA..~,3., Kine. Where the divil is evrybody, Oh, there yur are r had to stable my own horse! Oh ! my sarvicei to yout sir-I believe I've the honor of addressing Molineux. I'm just back from Dublin; and thoudh I'J stop on my road, to telf you that the cou.rt has decreed the sale of this estate, undher foreclosure, and in two months you will have to turn out . .Al'te. In two months, then, even this poor shelter will be taken from us ! nc. I'm afeard the dgbtful owner will want to see tbe worth of his money !-but, never fear, two handsome girls, like yourselves, will not be long wanting a shelter or a welcome-Eh, ho! ho! It will be pick 11/nd choose for them anywhere, I'm thinking . . Mol. [asidel This fellow is awfully offensive to me. Kine. I've been away for the last few weeks, so I've not been able to pay my respects to your officers, and to invite you all to sport over this property-you are right welcome,~-My name is Kinchela-Mr. Corry Kinchela-of Ballyraggct House, where I'll -be proud to see my table cloth uudher your chin-I don't know why one of these g-ls did not introduce me. Jrlol. 'l'hey paid me the compliment of prei-uming I had no desire to form your acquaintanc e.}( 1.1' h e, Kine. Whip;! Do you know, sir, yoL1 are talking to a perdon of position and character. . 11Iol. I doil't care a straw for your posittoJh ant'L l don't like your character.~~ h J ]{inc. Do you mane to insult me, sir? • Nol. I am incapable of it-~ 'k, Kille. Ah! • Mot .. In the presence of ladies; but I believe I should be entitled to do i,;o, for you insulted them in mine. [ turni119 to Glain•J I ask yomp:mlon for the liberty I took with :you when I presented myself. Olaire. f ojfel'i119 her hand} The liberty you took with him when be present~d himself clears the account( y
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.:thti? ./~~ ,,.,,._ . too. """S'ure, I don't w ant to be too hard upon you. To be sure, the sale of this place will never cover my mortgage on it. It will come to me every acre of it. [tul'ns • :o ArteJ Bedad, the law ought to throw yoUJ.' own sweet self in as a make-weight to square my account. [she t1m1s aw
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.. forgive me if I grew so fond o"f my darling charge I kept no watch over yon, my partner, 'in the trust. Year after year you dipped the estate-with your sham improvements and false accounts -you reduced the rents to impoverish the income, so it might not suffice to pay the interest on the mo;tgages. Kine. Go -on, sir-this is mighty fine-go on-I wish I had a witness bye I'd make you pay for this-is ere any more'l ~Father J) TherE> is. You hope to buy the lad's in. reritance for an old s,ong when it is sold. Thus you fulfill the trust confided to you by your benefactor his poor father-whose hand you held when be expired in my arms ! Thus you have kept your oath to the dead ! aC.Kinc. 1'1 ould not every acre of it have eacheated to tne Crown as the estate of a convicted felon only I saved it for his family by getting young Ffolliott to make it over before the sentence was pronouncE>d upon hinI 'l ' ' • Father D~ Yes, to make it over to you in trust for these two girls, his sister and his bethrnthed. Kine. To be sure, wasn't you by, and helped to persuade hlm 'l m~re betoken, you were a witness to the deed. Fathel' D. I was. I helped you to defraud the orphan boy, and since then I've been the witness how you have robbed these helpless women. Oh beware, Kinchela. When thes e lands were torn from Owen Roe O'Neale in the old times, he laid his curse on the spoile1s, for Suilamore was the dowry of bis bride, Grace Ffolliott. Since theu many a r,trauge family has tried to hold possession of the place ; but every year .one of that family would die, the land seemed to swallow them one by one, Till the O'Neales and Ffolliotts returned, none other thrived upon it. . Kine. Sure, that's the rason I want Arte O'Neale for my wife; won't that kape the ould blood to the fore Y Ab! sir, why wouidn't you put in the good word for me to the girl 'I Do I ask betther than to give back all I have to the family'l Sure, there's nothing, sir, done that can't be mended that way. ]lather lJ. I'd rather rade tbe service over her grave an:d bear the sods falling on her coffin than spake the holy words to make her your wife. CoITy Kincbela, I know you, 'twas by your manes, and to serve this end, my darling b<;>y, her lover was denounced and convicted. Kine. ''fip false. [~ iQmS wbitli MSIH1i8& e'lll! l!iM ooafss11aal &8i,n ••

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Fatlte1 D': Tt is truo ; but that truth is loclced in my soul and Heaven keeps the key .C h P • XitMli. Whisht, sir. . 4"J S '( o<:6,Kinc . Who's there-~ 'ltH~. w~'{) ~ :Keecl1.,_ Yes, sir; I saw your coppaleen tbeyant under the she<1, and I k'new yourself was in it; I've grent new s entirely for you, news enugh to burst a budget l Kine. You are always findin a mare's nest. , lf!:eclt. I've found one now wid a clivil's egg in it. KincA Well, out with it. B'eech. There was a fire on Ratl1ga1Ton Head last night, you know wLat that manes t Kine. A signal to some s muggler at sea that the coast is clear and to run iu to land his cargo. 'jeeclt. Divil :i, keg was landed from t ,hat ship, barrin onl y one man that was put ashore; not a boy was on the strand to meet the boat, Hor a car, 11or a skip to hurry off the thi,ngs ; only one crature and that w.as Con the Shaughrawn; 'twus hii11self that lighted the signal; 'twas him that stud up to his middle in the salt sa~ lift the man ashore. I seen it all ns I lay flat-1!n the edge of the cliff and looked down upon the pair of them below. Kine, Well, what's all this to me! Beecli. Wait; sure I'm hatchin the egg for you!Who's that, ses I to meself, that Conn would carry ashore in his two arrams as tindtber as a mother would hould a child. Who's that stranger, ses I, he is capering round for all tho worlcl like a dog t1:at's just on loqsed. who's that he's houlding by the two hands of him, as if 'twas 1tfoyu Doolan herself he'd got before hint instead of a ragged .~:•<'fer boy 'f ][inc. Well, did .yon find out who it was . beech. :i\fay be, I didn't get snug in behind the bushes beside tllp pathway up the cliff. They passed cl o se to me, talkin' low; but I heard his voice and I saw the man as plain as I see you now. . T

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Kine. Saw whom 'I ~ech. Robert Ffolliottx.,~ ) J, Kine. Robert Ffolliott , • -.; V ;,. Mech. 'Twas himself, I tell ye. Kine. You are sure 'I 7Jeech. Am I sure ! -d'ye think I can mist~ke the face that turned upon me in the coort when they sentenced him on my evidence, or the voice that said: "If there's justice in Heaven you and I will meet again on this Edde of the grave, then," ses he, "have yer sowl ready." And the look he fixed on me shrivelled up me sowl inside like a boiled cockle that ye might pick out with a Pill• Am l sure 'I I wish I was as sure of Heaven ! 4Kinc. He has escaped from the penal settlement, a y ! that's it ; and whete would he go to straight, but here into the trap baite d wid the girl be loves ? a(:Yeech. 'l'here'll be a price offered for him, sir, and your honor will put it my way to airn an honest penny. Wouldn't they hang him this time 'I Egora, I'd be 4eaceable if he was only out o the way for good. . ,Kine. Listen to me. D'ye know what took me to ublin I heard tbttt the Queen J1ad resolved to release the Fenian prisoners under s e ntence . I:ieech. Murdher alive! I'm a 111orp~ P . . Kine. I saw the Chi e f Se c r etary. Ile mistook my fear for hope. It is true! ses ht>1 I'm expecting every day-to get the despatch. 1 wish you joy. • I:eech. Be jabers, but I'd like to ha,e seen your face when you get that polthogue in the gob. Kine. Robert Pfolliott returned !-a free man. He will throw the estate into Chancery. ( -h /e, ~ ( I:eech. Where will he throw me? h C. 6' • .,> K'inc. He is a fugitive convic t still ; can't we deal with him 'I Leech. If his own people round here get to know he was among them, why, a live coal in a keg of gun~owdther would not give you an idaya of the County . ligo. . H' ' d I h . 1 h' Kine. I know 1t. 1g,1 an ow1 t ey ove 1is much as they hate me-bad cess to them ! ,,(, J' h • Jfeech. Oh, never fear; he will ke~in the dar , for his own sake. (" n., Kine. Keep watch on the Shaughrawn,fi d out where the pair of ther'l ]j.e in bidin'.f Bring me the news to Ballyraggt1t Honse. Meanwhile, I'll think what's beat to be done. Be off, quick! [ exit .LeechJ Robert Ffolliott here-tare on' ages, l'm ruined horse and foot. I'll have ' ~J

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all Connaught and the Coort o' Chancery on me back. Leech is right-'tis life or death with me and him. W ~U, it shall be life wi t h yo~ Arte o .. eale, and death to him that parts us. [ exit] --,r,. :J.. e . SCENE II. l, -5'. .. -The Dev-iVs Jowl. .A cleft on tlie 1ocks in the sea c o ast • .. • Enter ROBERT FFOLLIOTT. a(:. Robert. It must be past the hour when Conn promised to return. How often h e and I have climbed theoe rocks together in search of the sea -birds' e g g & , and w a ded for cockles in the strand below. Dear, faithful, ragged playfellow -many a c uff I've had for playing truant to ramble with you. How many a lecture from my dear old tutor, Father Dolan, who told me I ought to be ashamed of my love for the Shaughrawn. Ah ! my heart was not so much to blame, after all. f. 1',J'J(Moleneux. [ outside] Hillo ! ,Robe1t. Thatis not h is voice. X. >Oc.Mol. [outside] Hillo ! Robert. Why, 'tis a man in the uniform of an officerhe has seen me. [calls] Take care, sir, don't take that path......:turn to the right-round that boulder-that's the road! Egad! another step and h e would hav e gone over the cliff. He i s some stranger who has lost his way. Enter MoLINEux:--76: / t: Mol. What an infernal country ! First I was nearly smothered in a bog, and then, thanks to you, my good fellow, I escaped breaki n g my neck. Do you know the way to Ballyragget 'l How far is it to the barracks T Robert. Two miles. . Mol, Irish miles of course 'l Robert. I shall be happy to show you the road, but regret I cannot be your guide. The safest for a stranger is by the cliff to Suil-a-beg. Mol. But I have just come from there. bert. From Suil-a•beg 'l ql I shall not regret to :revisit the place ; charming • t have just passed there the sweetest hour of my life. . .&~ Y()u saw the lady of the house, I presume. lfbl1 . ~arioli me, sir; I mistool. your yachting costume. 1

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II, I thought at first you were a common sailor. Perhap you are acquainted with Miss F.folliott 'l R , bert Yes, but we have not met for some time. I tliougbt you reterred to Arte-I mean Miss O'Neale. l,fol. Ob ! she is chapning of course, l-.lt Miss Ffol1iott is an angel. She has so occupied my thoughts that I lost my way; in fact, inst~ad of going straight home I have evidently been revolving in an orbit round that house, by a kind of attraction of which she is the centre. ~obert. But surely, you admired Miss O'Neale 'I ol. Oh! she is well enough; b1ight _little thing! but beside Claire Ffolliott-~-:r.r Robert. I prefer the beauty of M111. O'Neale. J,fol. I don't admire your taste. Robert. Well, let us drink t,o each of them. l,fol. With pleasure if you can supply the opportunity. [ Robert pulls out his flask, ancl fills tlte cup J Ah ! I see you are provided. Allow me to present myself, Majoo-6. . Molineux, of the Forty-~. Here's to Miss Claire Ffo lliott. , Robert. Here's to Miss Arte O'Neale. [they d1ink] l,fol. I beg pardon; I did not catch your name 'I Robert. I did uot me • it-.-[a pause] • Mol. This liquor is Ant whisky I perceive. Robert. I;>o you fin anything wrong about it f Mot. Nothing whatever ? L71e offt>rs his cup to be :filled again] but itreminds'l11e of a duty I haye to perform, We have orders to capture a very dangerous person who will be or has been landed on this coast lately, and as these rocks are just t;he kind of' place where he might find refuge-. Robert, Not at all unllkely. I'll keep a look out for him. J,fol. I propose to revisit this spot with a e of men t.o-night. Heres your health. Robert. Sir, acce~y regards. Here's good luck to you. <~~) Mol. Good night~ whi.stle lteard outsidef!'!bat is that 'I > .7u l6v,,...,.,.. ~) Robert. It is a ring at the bell."' A friend of mine is waiting for me on the cliff above us. Mol. Oh. I beg pardon. Farewell. [g:;in!l,.] n. I Ilo'bnt. Stop. You might not fare well if you ascended that path alone. Mal. Why not 'I .Rol.rt.. Because my friend ia at the top of it, and if lie

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saw you coming out_alone-[aside] he would think I had been caug~ .~gad, the Sbaughrawn might poach the~~. -Mol. Well, he met me, what then 'I Roberl. You see, the poor fellow is marl on one point. He can't-bear the sight of one color, and that's red. His mother was frightened by a m-ad:1mll, llnd the minute Conn sees a bit of scarlet, sncJi, for example, as your coat there, the bull breaks out in him, and he mig-httoss you ()ver th cliff. o by your l eav0, rilltP ilm'.!I:~. W ,, [Exit, jollowecl by Molineux.Jn. IX' Seen changr,;,,-,t ~::!I!> SCENE m, /;--5,,. / The exterior of Fatlier Dolan's cottrrge. ~;---'--higkttir 1fli1~.-E1it e r M o Y.r.-n", ~,/).-..,. ' .HmJa, Thne ! Now I have spancelled the cow and fed the pig, my uncle will be ready for his tay. Not a sign of Conn. for the past three nights. What; s come to him'l Ente1 MRS, O'KELLY. r.l'it. Mr. O'K. rs that yourself Moyaf I've come to see if that vagabond of mine has been rouud this way. llloya. Why would he be here 4/ Hasn't he got a home of his owA M1s. O'K. The she been is his home when he's not in -jail. His father died o' db1ink an Conn wilt go.the same way. . -Moya. I thought your husband was drowned at sea. Mrs. O'K. _ And bless him, so he was. , [oya. ~sitkJ Well ! that's a quare way of dying o' drin'i. Mrs O'K The.bestofmenhewaswhenhe was sober. A betther never dhrawed the breath o' life. Moya. But you say he never was sober. Mrs. 0']1:.. Never; and Conn takes afther him. Moya. Mother ! Mrs. O'K. Well f Moya. I'm afeard I'll take afther Conn. ll,s. O'K, Heaven forbid and protect you agin him, fer you are a good, dacent girl, and desarve the best of buban~. . Ko.JLA Thein's the one's that 1tet the wo~. More be token younell, Mrs. O'Kelly. 4ll:Y . '

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Mrs. O'K. Conn never did an honest day's work in his life, but dhrinkin, and :fishin, and shootin, and spoort-in~and love makin. Qy_a").. Sure that's how the quality pass their lives. rs. u' K. That's it. A poor man that sports the soul of a gent1eman is called a blackguard. Con. [entering.] Somebody is s~ak_in about me. _ Moy_a. Conn! .11,t.,••J :./-o ~. ~ac:...e... Con: My darlin, was the motlier malrin little o . e. 1 Don't 'believe a word that comes out of her. She's jealous, divil a haperth else. She's chokin wid it this minute, just bekase she s ees my arms about_ ye. She's as proud of me as an ould hen that's got a duck for a h ~, chicken. Hould yer wbi s h t now, wipe your mouth, and i..'J gi' me a kiss. ,aw. Mrs. 0'1[. f emorac111g h im,] Oh, Conn, what have you been afther. The po1is were in my cabin to-day about you. Theysay you stole.Squire Foley's horse. Con. Stole bis horse! Sure the baste is safe and sound in liis paddock this minute ! Moya. But he sa s 7ou stole it for the day to go huntiu. -h, Con. W e11, now, hel'e's a purty thing for a horse to run away a man's caracther like this! Oh, wurra ! may I never die in sin but here was the way of it. I was .standing by ould Foley's gate, when I heard the cry of the hounds comin across the tail end of the bog, and there they wpr, my dear, spread out like the tail of a paycock, and the finest dog fox ye ever seen was sailin ahead o' them up the boreen and right across the church yard. It was enough to rise the inhabttants. Well, as I looked, who should come up and put his head over the gate beside me but the Squire's brown mare. Small blame to her. Divil a thing I said to her, nor she to me, for the hounds bad lost the scent, we knew by .,/ their yelp and whine.,.. among the~stones, when, wbish! the fox went by us. I lept on the gate an gave a shriek of a view halloo to the whip. In a minute the pack caught the scent agin anu the whole field came roarin past. The mare lost her head and tore at the gate. Stop, says I, ye divil, all.d I slipped a taste of a rope over her head and into her mouth. Now, mind the cunnin of the baste. She was quiet in a minute. Come home asy now, says I, and I threw my leg across her. Be jabers ! no sooner was I on her bare back, than, whoo! holy-rocket! she was over the gate and tearin Uke mad aftber the hounds. Yoicks ! • ses I, come back

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the thief o' the . world. 'iaU:r Ju o I ooo I; where are you takin nie .to. as she went through the hunting field and laid. me beside the masther o' the hounds '-Squire Foley himself. He turned the color of his leather breeches. . Mother o' Moses! ses lie, is that Conn, the Sh a ughtawn, ,._on ~brown mare. Bad luck to me, ses I, it's no one else~ You stole my horse, ses the Squire~.i•rJ r:r ., 'lt _ ~., -,i, _ . ,11 $._ el'8e ! it was your horse stole me, fl@l!I"{. fi) "' c;,1., u.o " ' .., -Moya. What did he say to ~hat 'I Con. I couldn't stop to hear-for. just then we t6ok a stone wall and double ditch together -and he stopped behind to keep an engagement, he had in the ditch. _Jtfrs . • O'K. You will get a moqth in jail for this. Con. Weil h_it was worth it. iA,. ,we,__ M1s. O'K. 'And what ' brings ,ou here-don't you know, F _ atlier Dolan has forbidden you thE\ house. 0011. 'The Lord bless him-I know it well--but I've brougnt something wjQ_.,pie to-night that will get me absolution. I've left it~the ladies at Su.ii-a-beg, but they will bring it up ~re to share fair wid his reverence. Mrs. O'K. What is at all 'I Con. Go down, mother, and see, and when you see it, kape your tongue betune your teeth, if one o' your sex can. Mrs. O'K. Well, but you're the quare mortil. ;--> [Exit 7l'. Moya. Oh, Conn, I'm afeard my uncle won't see you ? FATHER DOLAN, inside calls " MOYA." here he's calling to me/~ .le. fl6u,.sr.:u J . 001~. Go in, and tell hilfi I'm sthravagin outside, 'till he's soft; now put on your sweetest lip, d a r l in'. Moya. Never fear; sure he does be always tellin' me my heart is too near my mouth. Con . Ah ! I hope nobody will e~~eat e the dia_tance but me, my jewel. [' iHH '1!81•~ • • lil.1;it :Ha'Hi] • SONG-CON, , Scene cltanges to SCENE IV. A room in the ltouse of FATHER DOLAN. Fireplace, L, H, ; windO'W at back door, R, H.; door in F. L, H,; lamp on tabfe, L. c. FA.TH R DOLAN is seatecl, ~-H.,_ b., the fire. ,:u ~h~'."(; • ~eu~ .

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Father D. Wha~ keeps Moya, so long outside. Moya I Ente1' MOYA with tea-things, R, II. WJO'I'. ~y,; r,I ' Moua., Ye s , uncle; he:re's you tay. I was waiting for the k e t ,le to boil. . J!'athe1' .J). I thou ght I heard voices outside. , ,c/' L) a-'a;, Moya.~t was the pi_ir . .A,. & M L ., &a~ • _ .-,~'a c.ea.;:-Father I>, . .And I hearlfitmebod~mging. -~'-. c Moy_a, It was the kett l e , uncle. -Jl'atlte1' DA Go tell that pig not to come he;re till he's cured, and if I hear any strange kettles singin' ronnd here,-my Kettle will boil over. , MQya. Sure, darlin' uncle, I never knew that happen but you put your own :fire out. /i'.,,_.,,. , ) Father D. Se e , now, Moya , a rag muffin, Conn, will be your ruin-what make s you so . fond of the rogue'/ -Moya. All the batins I got for him when I was child, an' toe hard words you gav e me s ince. Fatlie1 Il H as he o ne go o d q u a lity undher heaven; ifn.e has, I'll for g i ve him. • ~-,t,._. -'"" • "'-Moya. He l oves me Father D. Lov e ! Oh! 'that wor d co vers more sins than charity . I think I h ear it r a i uin' , M:oya1 and I would not. keep a dog out in such a night.~'~ /ii ~L , ) ,Moya. Oh ! L she l aughs beltind It-is b ac k ] Fath e r D. You may let him stand outo' the wet; [MOYA. beckons in CONN] .; / Enter CoNN:-'lT.J •
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/6, fess to a couple o' tbrout-sure the sa,Imon is out o' sayson. • I He pulls ()'U,t two troot froin, his bag, and gives them to MOYA, who takes them] fl Father D. And don't you go poaching the grouse on the billside Y 2 Conn. I do-divil a lie in it. r pulls out jov:r,..gro'UBe] Fatne1 D. D'ye know where all this leads to Y Conn. Well, along wid the grouse, I'll go to ot: [ Moya laug7ts and, removes the game aud fish.] fl. .J. • }'ather D. Bless me ! Moya! this tay very strong, a n d has a curious taste. , Conn May be the wather is to blame in regard o' bein' s mok ed. Pc ither D. And it smells of whisky! O onn. It's not the tay ye smell sir; it's me.(;) ]!'either D. '!'hat remi~ds meididn' t you give me a pro mise last Aister-a bles sed promise made on your two knees that you would lave otf drink Y Conn. I did, bardn only one thiip.ble ful a day, just to take the cruelt.y out o' the wather. Ji'atlter D~ One thimbleful! I allowed you that con cesion no more. Conn. God bless you1 you did, and I kep me word. Father D. Kept your word l how dare you say that T Didn't 1 find you teu days afther stretched out as drunk as a fiddler, at Tim O'Maley's wake 1 Conn. Ye did-bad luck to me. Father D. And you took onl~ one thimbleful 1/l'- •J;tdc Conn. Divil a dhrop more, see this, Ah, wi1l you listen to me, sir ? I'll t ell you how it was. When they axed me to the wake, I wint. Oh1 I wouldn ' t decaive you-I wint. There was the Mulcah1;1ys and the Malones and the-Father D. I don't want to hear about that. -Come to the drink. Con11. Av coorse, ego1Ta; I came to that soon enough. W e1l I sir I when! afther blessing tne keeners and the rest o' them, I couldn t despise a dbrink out o' respect fol' the corpse-long life to it, But boys, ses I, I'm on a pinance, ses J. Is there a thimble in the house? sos I,-for divil a dhrop more than the full av it will pass my lips this blessed day. Fatfler D. Ah! Co1~n. Well, as the divil's luck would have it, there waa 9nly one thimble. in the place, and that was 11, tailofa •

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"Z, thimb le, and they could n ; t get i t f~egorra, but they got me full :first . F atlier D Ah, Conn, I'm afeard liquor is no t the worst o your doings. We lost sight of y ou l atel y for more than six months. In what jail di d you p a ss that time t onn. I was on me thravels. . a i '7Where? Conn . Ro-find the world . See, sir, afther Masther Robert was tuck and they sint him a way, the heart M s eemed to go out o' me intirely. I'd staud by the say "-;...f, and look over it an' see the ships sailin' away t o where r , _ ;.,,,q .r , he may be, till the lon ging grew too big for m y body, JZrC n w ---..,,. ' an' one night I jumped into the coast -guard boat, stuck u p the sail, and went to say-( dmrH..-• F
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Mings_ you here 9 ses he. To bring you back wid me, ses I. That's impossible, ses he, I'm watched. So is the salmon in {}lenamoy, ses It ,~t J get 'em out, So's the grouse on Keem an-Eigh but I poach them;~ now I've come to poach you, s I; and I did itU1l) tJ 1 2---Enter RoBER't FFOLLIOTT, with CL:A.llui: and ~Tl\1 , ---1-,..-. Father D. Is this truth you are telling me 1 you found him! . . Oonn. [Seizing Moya and atopping hermouthaashewaa about to 1itter a c1y, on seeing RobertJ Safe, and in fine condition. , Father D. Escaped, and.free; tell meOonn. Oh! e g o ra, J ,e mm,t speak for hi mself now. Robert. Father Dol:m. ~ . Fat11e1 D. Robert I my darlin g boy. Ob, ble s sed day I do I hold you to my beru-t ' a g ain. he embraces him Conn. [aside to Moyal There's no o y oo . ase11 lier] "U-4 /'e. t;. . J(oya. Conn! l:iehave ! ~u4 4'I ~-~-$,,n/4 .Arie. He lias been hiding on eseii"-s ore among e rocks for a whole day and two nights. fl 1 Olaire. All alone, with sea-weed for hi s b1;u/><-t~ A.'1-• 'J Moya. Oh ! If I'd only known that . -Conn. And nothing to eat but a piece of tobacco anu . " ~ a cockle. \ .A,te. And he would not stop at Sui-la-beg to taste a • \.l)J ~\l. morsel until he would come over here to sec you. . Father D. Come p.e(l t fire. Moyaz hurry, now, and -e p on e taole d, to think [Moye. b; !;;gs In. 6 ~ •• r.~ . . k] 1' cannot offer you a glass f wine, nor warm your wel come 'with a lass of Ii uor. I I1ave not got a bottle in the hous Conn 11 s ou his bottle ancl puts it on thfi tableJ.;.'fhe r -~~Yi i1,.. w• Midi@@ JOU.. • HHB(JPir. ['l'heyfonnagroup,ou.nd the.fire] Robert. We may thank poor Conn, wh contrived my escape, I made my way across to Am?,e~ri5c_. ______ '1 Claire. But how did you escape, Con Conn. Ob I asy enough1 miss-they turned me out • .Arte. Turned you out, Oon11. As if I wor a stra . y cat. Very weJl, see I, Bally Mulligan is my parish, I'm a pauper, send me or gi me board-wages where I am. No ses they, we've Insb enough here already. Then, send me back to Sligo, sea l-,-and they_ did.

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Olaire. They might well take you for a cat, for you see:..n always to fall on your legs. Father D. I can't get over my surprise, to see my blessed chl1d Ritm there by my side. G>N ow, we'll all drink bis bealtb.171, Conn. Which itiim le am I to drink*of'i . Father . D The tailor's, you renrobat re you ready, girls 1 Now, then, f the face of Lee(!h ars at the win-dow] here's his health and long life to him -may heaven keep watch over-/-_ cC'> A"'""" ot _ fi _ Rober~ liis gla.q.~ . The night is very dark. ,1 ..,. / . I , Re-enter CoNN. I?. .J.6, Well'I Oonn. Nothing. Fatlier D. I thought AO. Come now-refresh yoursel Conn. r aside l Moya, there was somebody there l Moya. llow d'ye know; did you see him 'I Conn. No, but I left Tatthers outside. Moya. Your dog! why: didn't he barkY C'01m. He couldn't ! I fowid this in his mouth. Moya. What's that Y Conn. The sate of a man's breeches; wbi11bt, a&ls t:::3mg DOW J ae Di'ISIIP ii&l.liil 1;il,l 86 !l'l'IMl~l!I me !& 1teip • . [Exit Oonn,T/1: J . • Robel't. [eating] My visit here.must be a very short one. TJ1e vessel that landed me is now standing off and on tl1e coast awaiting my signal to send in a boat ashore • to take me away again . .. .IQ. hzLa/-JI. t -u d vu '4-:z;:zc,

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X'j f: I t . .Arte: I am afraid your arrival was expected by the authorities; they are on the watch. Robert. I know they are ! I have had a chat with I them on the subject-and a very nice fellow the author--r;;..v seemed to be, and a great admirer of my rebel sister there! • / • Claire. ~. I could listen to him all night. Arte. So could l. [The window fs daelted opcJ l'~ir-quick-away wid yees! hide-thereacoatsareon us. A1te. Oh! Robert, fly. [Conn leq,_ps iii] !'-~.Moya. This way-by the kitchen, tliroug"h the garden Conn,. No, the bac}r dure is wg,tchcd By a couple of them ; is it locked 'I{ l-cl4if' ct, Jfol. I deeply regret to disturb your household at such •

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• an hour, but m,r duty1 sir, is imperative; a convict, escaped from penal servitude, has landed on this coast, and I am charged with his capture. [ co soldiers apf.ieaer at 1rjnflo1"'3 Enter CLAIRD and ARTE---:77.' .J. G,. Miss Ffolliott, I am sorry to be obliged to perform so painful a~ duty in your presence, and in yours, Miss A:rte O'N eal, Claire • .Especially, sir, when the man you seek is my brother. . Arte. And my affianced husband. MolL.Bt:Jlieve me.,. I would exchange places with him, if I could ~J lun-on , U /e c.a~~ • [Enter~ S e rqeant] P." Se1eant [ salutingJ Please, sir, there's a mad dog, l!lil, a sittm at the back door, as has bit four of the men awful. Oonn. Tatthers was obliged to perform a painful juty. Olafre. Call off your dog, Conn; open the back door, Moya. . [Exit CONN and MOYA.}7c.','i. Mol, Your assurance gives me hope that we bave been misled. d->-r-u, h, /e .)Jl. Arte. The house is very sma , sir; here is a bedroom; letyour men search it. [.1-'los 111@11 s1 us fs fils il~ Reenter MOYA, CONN, and two sollie rs.] 71?. .1 . 6 Moya. I suppose you have seen there's neyer uman bein in my kitchen barrin the cat; my b1'droom is up them stairs, m1.i0• ibo 1lh11,~e:ll. mat,/~ yvu'd h Mol. I shall be obliged sir, to vi!iit every ro om, sound every piece of furniture, from the roof to the c ellar ; but the indignity of the proceeding is more offensive to my feelings than it can be to y our s . I will accept your simple assurance that the person we are in search of. is not in your house. Give me that and I will withdraw my men. 0 , eu ,e I,, Claire. [offering lie r hancl to .ll[olineux ] Thank you--~ ~m /' -. .Arte [aside to Fath e r D.] Save him, sir,
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Mol. He is gone T ent before we arrived T re. Yes, yes. -&-' 11lol. Have I your J(>'O as t, sir, that Robert ott is not uuderjfu .J. ta, _ ,..,,, ert. No, sir ; he 1s -.,_ I am v ery rry _,for it, sir.-Secure your pri-soner. . • Father D. me! what have I donef f~Z 1;onn. Be a e'd rather have the iron on his hands, than you the sin upon your so...L --.,... [Tableau.] ACT DROP.

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N, K i ne. tC, l e e ch. , ~ Leech. & Leech . -z;;;-Lee-;;;: 5.~oe.ud""-While I , was p ee pia ' t hrough t h e kay•h(?le of the kitchen JJJrJ.. I mean how w:is he taken? J:eech. I did not stop to see, for when he caugh t sight of my fac e agin the windy, his own turned as white as your shirt I ~eve he knew me. • Kine. Impossi-ble-th a t blaclf wig disguises you compietely. have shaved off your great red whiskers-Your own mother would not know you. Leech. No, she wou l du 't; the last time I went home she pelted me out wid the poker. But, if the people 'rouud here suspt!cted I was Harvey Duff, they would tear mo to rags. There wouldn't survive a piece of me as big as the ~ne I left in the month of that divil of a dog. ,f(, Kine. Don't be afraid, my good felloir,1'n take cal'e of you. Leech . And it is yourself you will be taking care of at the same time .. Thwe's a pair of us, Mistber Kinchela, mind me now I we are ha messed to the same pole and as I'm dhruv, you must th ravel J Kine. What do yo,1 mean? • J,eech. l mane thaL I have b e en yom partner in this game to chate young Ffolliott-out of his liberty first , then out of his estate, and now, out of his wife! Where's my share'? Kinq. Your share! of what? .(:)-Leuh. Oh! not of the wife. Take her and welcome, but where•~ my share of the money? Kine. Were you not~dsomoly paid, at the time, for doing your auty? K:.r""' Leech. My jooty was it m,v jooty to come down here amongst the people clesgnised as a Fenian delegate, and pass meself aff for a head c~ntre so that T conld swear them in and then denounce them 'I

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z, Who ga've me the offis how to trap.young Ffolliott? Who was it picked out Andy Donovan an' sent him in irons across the say? laving his young wife in a madhouse. Kine. Hnsh, not so loud I)(, .r ~-,...-::;i,-, <;;> , D'ye remember the curse of Bridget Madigan, when her only boy was found guilty on my evidence? Take your share of that I and give me some of what I've aimed I Kine. You want a share of my tune I -;;;;;r_ A. share of our fortune. Every penny I possess is invested in this estate. If Robert Ffbllicrtt returns home a free man, I could not hold more of it than would stick to my brogues when I was kicked out. Listen to this letter that I found hero to-night waiting for me. It is from London, ~ s.) On Her Majesty's service. The Home Office. In reply to your enquiries concerning Robert Ffolliott, undergoing penal servitud~,! n'Uttc~ fl52 /._ I am directed by l1is Lordship to inform yon that Her Majesty has been _pleased to extend a fnll pardon to the Fenian _prisone1e. Leech. Pardoned I I'm a corpse! Kine: ( Reads. But as Robert J<'folliott has effected hi!!, escape the_}, pard_on will not extend to him, unless he ~hould reconstitute himselr~ a prisoner. LePch. Oh Lord I sure that is, exactly, what he has done. He gave himself up. Kine. Was he not captured? Leech. Xol bad luck to it! Our schame to catch him has only qualified him for that pardon. Kine. What I-has an infernal fate played such a trick upon me? Leech. The di vii will have his joke. Kine. His freedom and his return here, is your death-warrant and my ruin. h R.C-4-rra'""-<:;.-Leech. I'll take the ~ext ship to furrin parts. 'h, ,<: ~. Kine. Stay-This news is only known to ourselves. Letclt. In a couple cf days it will be all over Ireland, and they will Jet him out I Tare alive, what'll 'I d9 at all? Where'll I go? I'll swear an Information agin meself and get sent to jail-for pur lection. Kine. Listen-I've a plan I Can I rely on your help? Leech. I'll do anything short o' murther-but I'll get somebody t6 do that for me-whnt's to be done? Kine. I'll visit him in prison, and offer him the means to escape. Now what more likely than be should be killed while making the attempt. Leech. Oh I Whew I The soldiers will not dhrsw a 't'i> give the. oNlhe,.

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a . Ki11c. But the police will. You 'will go at once to the police barracks at Sligo-pick your men, tell them we apprehend an attempt at rescue. The late attack on the poLce van at Manchester, and the ex plosion at Clerkenwell prison in London, will warrant extreme measures. Leech. The police won't fire If he does'nt defend himself. 7f,i;; But he will. r;;;;,;:-Where will he get the arms? I'll provide them for him. uech. Corry Kinchela-the divil must be proud of you. We must get some of our own pe()ple to help, and if the police _hesitate-sure it's the duty of every loyal subject to kill a fugi tive convict. What men could we depend on at a pinch? Leech. 'fhere's Sullivan, and Doyle, and Mangan, and all their smugglin' crew. "II Where can you find them? At the Coot's Nest. They expect the lugger in tide. Ki Have them ready and sober to-night-Come to me for instructions at midday. ( Going-st s Ah! that will do-that will do-'-he will fall into that trap, (rubs hi• h(tnds it can't fail. [ Exi. fi, Lee sJl . Harvey Duff, take a " frind's advice, get out o' this place as quick as you can; take your little pickins and your passage acl'Otl the say, find some place where a rogue can livfl peaceably; have some show and a chanceofmakin' an honorable livin'. [F,xit.~ . j '-A / Scene chan~es. 1/U
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Father D'. You syeak unkinfiy, and unjustly. Re acted with a gentle forbearanl'e, and a respect for my character and our sorr9w, I cannot forget. Claire , Nor can I. Father D. It made a deep impredsiqn on my heart. ~/e. _ .!JJ:f!iJ;; . .., Yes I A bitter curse on the day I ever laid eyes on him ! Oh I Claire, you wrong him. Surely I have no ~se to ~gard him as a friend, but you did uot see the tears in hi!! eNs when I appealed to his mercy . .Q_la ~ Didn't I? Father D. Poor fellow, he suff~red for what he was obliged to do; you should not hate the . man . .t::t:itL.J.ea,led• C la ire I don't; and that's what ails me ~ , /V,) Arte. , Aro you mad? Clavr,tL, I am. I've tried to hate him and 1 can't. D'ye think I.was blind to all you saw? l tried to shut my eyes, but I only shut him in ; I could not shut him out. I hate his country and his people. , j. 'J' h Father D. You were never there. olJ, Claire. Never; and I wish they had never been here; par . ticularly is fellow, who has the impudeuce to upset all my principles, with his chalky smile aud his bloodless courtesy. I can't stand the inef fable resignation with which he ,makes a fool of himself and of me. lEnter Moya.] ,0. h .7; (Eagerly). Well, Iiave you seen him-Can't you speak? 6. Moya. I will when I ge.Vmy breath-; es I saw him, and Oh, how good andClaire. Stop that I We know all about that I Where is his answer? Quick! , .Jloya. He is bringing it himself. Claire. Q!ll (turns away.) We don't want him here. r 7 h:, R)er,:17', .Arte. Llid you see the young master?( du,..,...o, ) ; Moya. No Miss-nobody is let in to see h\m. Father D. What kept you so long then? -C~ 4/J-/e, L, Moya. Conn came wid rue =and knowin' you did not want him round here, I was tbryin to get away from him, that's what kept me-but he was at my heels all the way, and Tutthers at his heelsa nice sthreel we made alnng the road. Fatl1er D. Where is he ? 'Moya. They are both outside. Father D. The pair of vagabonds-why does he not go home? Moya. He says the ould. woman is no consolation .• ;.,,.• • .;_•~, --" ,~

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J!:.~ ed -C o nn . out.,ide. 57' I\ Ir I w n s d ea d and in my g}ave. No other tombstone I would have, But l'd dig a grave both wide and deep, Wld a jug o f punch at my head and feet . Rl-too-ral-loo. Fath er D. Is that fellow so insensible to our sorrows that be set s it to the tune of a jug of punch? Claire. Don ' t blame poor Conn I the boy is so full of sport that I • be ~ wonld sing at his own funeral.<~ ~u-crr k .r~,) Moya . Long life t' y e Miss, for the good word-u, ..> 1--o -FJn,tei Conn.]/i' . .J • his h eart wid the songs and the. divarshin. A rte . Di version I Sure, I had all the soldiers dancin' to my fiddle, and I put T ~ through all his thricks, I had them all in fits o' laffin' when I made him danse to my tunes, that's the wa y the masther knew I was waitin' on him . He guessed what I was at, for whe n I struck up '' Where ' s the Sla ve" he answered inside wid " My lodging is on the cowld ground." Then when I mado Tatth e rs dance to "Tell me the sorrow in your heart" till I thought they ' d a ' died wid the fun; he sung back "The girl I left behind m e , " m a nin yours elf, Mis$ Arte, God bless him! an' I pertended that the tears running down mi nose was wid the Jaffin'. J/iu-y"-h-U ;;;,,n,t_,,..,,"#_,.,._,, Father.:_ ( Cros sing t o Conn, i1J11 liH 1111/ lic1 :n ;Zg'r f 1!9 a ctoc!., R. HJ I did you great wrong. I ask your pardon. Arte. What is to be done? Conn. I'd only have to whisper five words on the cross roads, andI'd go bail I'd have him out o' that before night. Father D. Yes. You would raise the country to attackt ht barracks......, and rescue him I I will not gi,e countenance to violence. /('v I'-< "'-Claire. 'Tis the shortest way out. Arte. Oh, any way but that. ~J Jfo:ua. (Aside to Conn.) into my kltchen; have you had notli.ing to ate since yesterda' ? Conn. Yes, my heart. I've had that in my mouth all night; I can't get it down at all; i, @11aps IBf ewau,; 11rt i Fd I/II!!" d!l.t'\
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Arte. 'Tis he. I know that. Fathe,, D. Why did you not let him in? Crosses to door.) Vlaire. (Aside.) Because I am trying to keep him out.~ athe:r D. open., the d _ o o _ r .., . ) __ Mol. Good day, sir ; I ventured to intrude in person, to 1:iring you this order, necessary to obtain admission to see Mr. Ffolliott, and that I might entreat you t o bear me no ill will for the painful duty I f had to perform last night. (Hands a pape:r to R1(11u, 1}) t'lr.rc u.ue ~ -u. A/,_} Claire. Oh, no, sir; you had to deprive is of a limb, and I sup pose you performed the operation professionally well! do you come for your fee in the form of our gratitude? ~d ~e4 Fathe:r 1J Forgive her-Sir-Claire, this is too bad. Mol. (.Awl-ward). OlJ., not at all! Pray don't mention it-I assure you. Arte. This paper is signed by Mr. Kiuchela I Are we indebted to him for this favor? /e.'3.Mol. The prisoner is now in the custody of the civil power, and Mr. Kinchela is the magistrate of the district. • ,._,1 rL, Iather D. Come Arte. Come Claire. ~_f u im/,ing to OlaireJ Don ' t mind her, (alou
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Jlot . • Well if you dont unde?;tand yourse,f, you shall understand me, M i ss Ffolliott. You oblige me to take refuge from your . cruelty, and to.place mysclfunder the protection of your generosity. You extort from me a confession thatI feel is premature, for our acquaintance has been short. • Claire. And not sweet . .illol. I ask your pity for my position last night when I found myself obliged,tei~rrest the b r other of the woman I love. C laire. ~Molineux I do you mean to insuJt me~ Oh sir, you . know I am a friendless girl, alone in this house, my brother in jail, I have no protection. J lfo!. Miss Ffolliott. Claire: [ E//.ler Conn, foUowed by Jfoya. ] R-J . . e,

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fllaire. Save my brother . -.Mol. I'll do my best l Anvthing else? --~ Jllaire. Never s.pea~f love to me again. . .Mol. er ever, never ; on my honor I will never breathe a-:. _ b /1..C/'6 • ) 01..aire. .Until he is free. Mol . ..Qi,-J l:;,\ nd then, then may I, may I? (He stand,, beside her at the foreplace, h e r h ead is bent down.) .f-aA.-,<, ~t.. Claire. Not a word until then. h-• .Mol. L9savyix.7 out wirb. lhya) I vron~ rlio Cl Jjio@a1.ml. [Pct q . #~ [Scene closes in.Jjlft SCENE llJ.-A ROOM IN ;HE BARRACKS. /. -[ Enter lhe Sergeant, followed . by Kinclzela. L.J Kine. I am Mr. Kinchela, the magistrate-I wish to see theprisoner-he must be removed to the police quarters. Serr,. We shall be glad to get rid of him. It is police business. Our men don't half like it. [Exit R.] Kine. Now I'll know at once by his greeting, if those girls hav ' been speaking about me. [ Goes to LJ _. 7'J ~-. . [Enter dobert, j,,Hu 011 bg sJsergeant. R.1' • -~ Ji:. Robert. Kinchela I my de'ar friend-I\:new you would not fail me. Kine. (Aside.) 'Tis all right. (He turm coldly, rlnd with stiff manner.) Pardon me, Mr. Ffolliott, you forget your position and mine. I-bear Her Majesty's commission as justice of the peace-and whatever friendship once united us, it ceased when you became a rebel. Robert. Do I hear ~right? Your letters to me breathed the most devoted-Kinc. (To the Sergeant.) You can leave us. [Exit Sergeant.~ ( Suddenlv chanping his ma11ner.) My dear young master, forgi'O"e me .. ' In the presence of that fellow, I was obliged to play the magistra te. /t,Robert; -Bgad-you took my breath away! • tC. Kine. IDid'nt I do it well? My devotion to you and to the precious charge you ieft in, my care, ~s me to suspicion. I'm watched-l!,9ti to preserve for loyalty, I'm obliged to put on airs. Ohl I'm youll.Jplj~ -mind that. , u .... ,.._,,..,, You

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.9 . Kine. Every man, woman and child in the County Sligo, believes it-;;;nate me. I've played my part so well, that your sister and Miss O'Neale took offence at my performance. Robert. No. Ha I ha I Kine. Yes I ' Ho I ho I they actually believe I am w11at I am obliged to appear, and they hate me cordially. I'm the biggest blackguard-Robert. You I my best friend! Kine. -Oh I I don't mind it. The truth is, I was afeard if I had betrayed my game to them; you know the wakeness of the sex J they could not have kept my sacret. Robert. But surely Father Doolan-. ~-.--Kine. He is just as bad l -;;, • R~bert. Fol/~•} Fk'tu CUit./, Kine. I fi
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,. r ,o. Kine, To-night your quarters will be changed to the Old Gate Tower; 'Wait until dark, and then use this chisel t_g_J>ick out the ~s .IJIJ.vthat form the back of the fireplace in your room; t.he wall there is 1;nly one course thick. He gives him a ehis2!:l_ Robert. You are sure? Kine. Conn, the Shaughrawn, was shut up in that cell last spring, and he picked his way through the wall with a two-pronged fork; he was creeping out of the hole he• had made when they caught him. The wall has been rebuilt but the . place has not served as a prison since. • Robert. Where shall I find myself when I am outside? Kine. In a yar~ enclosed by four low wa_lls, there's a door in one of them that's bolted on the inside, open that and you are free. -Rob~ Are there no sentinels posted there? No; but if there is, here's a . double barrelled_pistol-that will . clear your road. Hands him a pistol. Robert examines it.} (Aside.) I'll put •)J! outside that door--,-there will be an end to him. o/Y'r "'1 . . . . Robert. (ReturningKinchelathepistol.) Take it b _ ackJ I.willnot buy my liberty at the price of any man' life ; f will take iny chance "-But stay; ~jignal on Rathgarron Hea ho wm Ii ht the b n '( Conn ~outside,2 Hark I 'tis Conn. you ear? Poor fellow, />"I. , lie ~'T'm 'Under Your Window, Darling." Ha I I can em-/uy "" ploy him I He will do it. How will I send him word? Kine. You won't betray me ? Robert. No, no I (JUJ writes in his note-book, repeats as he writes.) " Be a~ Ra,thgarron Head to-night, beside the tar barrel." What signal can I give him, that he will be able to hear or see across the bay? Kine. (Dictating.) When you hear two i shots in St. Bridgetls Abbey, light the fire. ( Offers the pistol.) Robert. For that purpose I accept it-(takes it, puts it into !,is pocket and writes)-When you hear two shots -:Kinc. (A.,icu.) No matther for what purpose-he will use it to serve mine. Jf they'd hang him for murdberin' De~, I'd be afther kill ing two birds wid one stone. .rrr U#-t!_ Robert. . Beg the sentry to come here. Kine. What are you going to do? Robert . You will see. (Takes out some coins.) Kine. Here is the Sergeant. [ Enter Sergeant.] ae_ Robert~ (Fol.ding the money in the paper.) Will you give these pen':'e to that fiddler outside, and beg the fellow tQ move on ? hands the paper to Sergeant.)

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.)'-~~~~ //. l d 7Ud ~'.,,u Ser g . The men encourage him about the place. !.fi2._ing. Theres . • •o old sertlomaA e o&org,=• a; I H,ieyh ho is II iHt a 3 oecag ~they have got a pass to see you. Robert. It roust be-FGC!tet 1'oolan add .Arre. Show them in. [Exit Sergeant.] a{! Kine. Now watch their manner towards me, but you won't mind a wor ~th y say against me. Robe Not I I I know ou bette Conn lays on theflddle outside.) Hush Conn-has he got the 1 ? listen-".l'll. be faithfuland true,"-Ay I as the ragged dog at your heels, is faithful and true to you, so you have been to me-my dear, devoted, loving playfellow, my wild companion. [Enter Father Doolan and Arte.] ., b-te. Robert-(embr acing him.)-Mr. Kinchela I Fath e r D. I am surprised to find you here , sir! Kine, (.Aside to Robert. D'ye hear? Robert. ( Aside to him.} • .A.II right I • Arte. You do not know that man ' ? .!tf:c. Oh, yes he does-I have made a clane breast o f it. ~ I(., iJ(; Robert. Y _ es, he has told me all. -Kine. Row I brought hini and all of you t o ruin, betr a yed my trust, and grew rich and fat 011 my plundh e r ,er d efy you to make me out ai ger J;>lackguard then I've painted m y self ; so my sarvice to you. [Exit.] e,C. ~. Father . When St. Patrick made a clean sweep of all the venomous reptiles in Ireland, some of the vermin must have found refuge in the bodies of such men as that. Robd-t. That is the first uncharitable word I ever heard you utter. Father D. Heaven forgive me for it, and him ; you are right, my vocation is to redeem and pray ~or sinners, not to revile them. Arte. And mine is to comfort you, and not to bring our complain t s to add to your misfortune . Robert. Hold up your hearts, mine is full of hop e . .( /2 Father D. Hope, whore do you find it. Robert. In her eyes I you might as well ask me where I find love ? I was in prisl!>n when I stood liberated on American soil. The chains were on my soul when I str~tched it longing across the ocean towards my-home, and now I'm here, in prison, but this narrow cell is Ireland; I breathe my native air, and I'm free. Father D. They will send you back again. If?_. Arte. Ah I sure the future belongs to Heaven, but the present ill 0 ... . .

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,,~. I believe I was ....___.._ come here at all, I feel like a mburniug band on a white ha [ Re-enter Sergeant. ] ~, ..zU.... Sorry to disturb you, sir, but we are ordered to sh_ ift your quarters;you will occupy the room in the Old Gate Tower. The guard is waiting, sir, _ when you are ready. Robert. I am prepared to accompany you. [8!1\1 8s J• •~ :tCi,ilr. Arte. Must we leave you? ]l'or the present: but we shall soon meet again! lfow, will you indulge a strange humour of mine. Yon know the ruins of St. Bridget's Abbey, where we have so often sat together? Arte. Can I ever forgtt it? We go there often; the place is full of you. Robert. Go there to-night at nine o'clock. Arte. I'll offer up a prayer at the old shrine. Robert. Ay, with all your heart,;\for I may want it. Father D. What do you mean? there's some mischief going on. I know it by his eye. He used to wear just the Bame look when he was going to give me the slip, and be off' from his Latin grammar to play truant with Conn the Shaughrawn. Robert. Ask me nothing-for I can only answer you one word-. Hope! Fathe . 'Tis the finest word in the Irish language. A rte. _'J.'here's a finer-Faith I (Embraces Rob e rt.) i Father D. And love is the mother of those Heave[\ly twins I declare, my old !wart is lifted between you as if your young ones ere its wings. Robert. Good night I-and not for the last tim~. [Ewt,,, tlto Se1gem"•t/;2. Arte. Good night. Father D. I leave my heart with you, Robert. I Pmevnt 4xte and &-ttit,r ,<;.,,,,g '.L'lio alii &UBI& H9Blrnon fonil o' 3 o 1, sir I u3 MUii.

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., ;',1 . SCENE lV.-THE l•]XTERIOR OF MRS. O'KELLY'S CABIN. EVENIN\ • • [_Enter Conn, with a paper in hu hand.] R. Conn,_ There's writin' upon it. Himself has sent me a letther, well, this is the first I ever got, and-well to be sure, (looks at it, turns it over I'd know more about it if there was nothing in it-but it's the writin' bothers me. [Enter Mrs. O'Kelly.] ~. /e. llfrs. O ' K. Is that yourself, Conn? -Conn. (A#de.) I wish it was somebody else, that had book larnin'. Mrs . . O'K. What have ye there? Conn. It's a letther, ma'am I the masther is after writin' to me. Mrs. O'K. What's in it i Conn. Tuppence was in it for postage-( aside) and that's all milde out of it . .Mrs. O ' K. I mane what does he say in it? Conn. Rade it I ltfrs. O'K. You know I can't. Conn. Ah, ye ignorant ould woman. Mi s. O 'K. I am, Conn, but I tuk care to send you to schoolthough the sixpence a . wee _ k you cost me, was pinched out of my stomach and off my back. Conn. The Lord be praised, mother, ye had it to spar~ any way . .Mrs. O'K. Go on now-is it makin' fun of your ould mother you are-tell me what the young masther says. Conn. In the letther ? .Mrs. O'K. Yes. Conn. (Aside.) Murdther, what'll I do. ~Aloud.) Now mind mother it's a sacret--(reads). "Collee Costhoon gar~/a , car avatSillibubu lukli kastuck pig"-Mrs. O'K. What's that, it's not in English? Conn. Noj\'"now kape that to yourself . .../ [ Enter Claire.] /i?. Claire. Conn, there is some project on foot to-night to rescu brother-don't deny it I he has almost confessed as much to F Doolan. Tell me the truth. Conn. I-would not decave ye I-well-I promised not to

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• Conn. I knew it in a minute I /-, ~ -It is in penc i l. • Conn. (Turning to Mrs. O'K.) I tould ye it was'nt in English. le-Claire. (Reads.) "Be at Ratbgarron H011d to-night beside the tar barrel. W!Ien you hear two ~-shots in St. Bridget's Abbey, light the fire. _: Conn. The signal fire that's to tell the ship out at sea beyant there, to send a..boat ashore to take him off. '.I,, M r s. O'K. Oh, blessed day, is it to escape from jail he'd be thrying. Claire. He has told my cousin Arte to be i n the ruins to-night. Conn. There's goi f ' to be a scrimmage, and I'm not to be in it. I'm to be sent away like this. It's too hard on me intirely. Oh, if I could find somebody to take my place, and fire the signal, I'd bring him out o' jail this night, if I had to tear a hole in the wall wid me fl ve fingers. Claire. I'll take your place. Conn. You will? Mrs. O'K. Oh Miss Claire, don't go there's goin' to be gun-shots and bagginets. This is one of Conn's divilments-and you will all be mur d hered. Ohl wier asthru I what'Jl I do! Cmn. Will you hould yer whisht? Mrs. O'K. No I I won ' t. I ' ll go inform agin ye before you get into throu ble, and then may be they will let you off asy. Claire. Here comes the l!f'or~or Heaven's sake pacify her. She will betray us. Conn. Well-come inside mother darlin'-;there, I'll stop wid ;y:ou. Will that aise your mind? Come you onsensible ould woman I .le, Mrs. O'K. Ah, Conn, don't lave me nlone in the world. Sure I've nobody left but yourself, and if you are taken from me, I'll be a widdy. Conn . Don't ye hear, Miss Claire is goin' to take my place I 0 Mrs. 0' K. Heaven bless and purtect every hair of your head, M~ A.nd will ye indeed spend one night by the mother's fire side? ~I--Conn. A.n' I'll play all the tunes you love best , on my fiddle, 'till I warm the cockles of your ould heart. Sings. "Ob, then Conn my son, was a fine youug man, And to every one cuish, be bad a one shin, 'Till be wint to the wars of a bloody day, When a big cannon ball whipped his two shins away. And my rlck'ty a-" [ Exeunt into Cottage.] z / [Enter Jhlineux and Arte.-] ti(: ' _. • .Arm. I invited the ~r to pa will aot be l16rsuaded.

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( fl /.r. ,C:.Mol. I may not dilsert my post until the police arrive from Sligo to --;;rr;; ve me .of my charge. A rte. But your soldiers are there. }/j;J f:!oldiers will not move without orders; besides, my men have s~~h a distaste for this business that, I believe, if left to defend their pr'isoner against an attempt to rescue him, they would disgrace the mselves. 'K•s wk Arte. (Aside to C laire . ) Get him away A the attempt will be made to-night. Claire . (Aside.) ave us. 6 ,r.!1-, ,jl.rte. Well, good ay, ~"6ome Olaire . [&it.J.le e-Kllaire. It is a lovely eveningr ~~...,'l A? . ,! Mot You are going home? ..., .Zaire. Not yet. I shall take a stroll. along the shore to Rath-garro11 Head. 11fol. AJone? Claire. Yes-I suppose so . . illol. Is it far? C!laire.,_ No. " lfol. Not far-ahem-would you allow me to go-par~ ~ beside you? (Luoks at his watc?!,:l Olaire. Pray, do not neglect your duty on my account, and besides, I want to consult my feelings in solitude-uninfluenced by yot11' presence. slfol. Claire, dear Claire I that sweet confession gives me hope and courage. Claire G_ood nii?ht; leave me; light a meditative cigar and go back to your duty; (He takes out his cigar case.) leave n , e to wander • by the light of the rising moon, and sit down on the rocks beside tho sea. (She takes his box of matches and lights one for him.) ,l[ol. How good you are.A.an angel 8f lighh. l!laire.)i;There, now! good night. (She keeps the box.) ~" Jfol. ~od night. (She goff off, very slowly.Vf.(11e mo~es~" turns. Oh, if I had some excuse to-to follow her a little way I She has ta~en away my box of matches I I envy those 111cifers. (He brushes the light away from the end of his cipar.) ( Galling.) Miss Ffu iott, pardon me, but my cigar is out, and you-ha I 'll11 I so sorry to trouble you; Oh I don't come back, I beg. [Follows her out.]/~ [ Corm leaps out of the t11ifldow and fastens the tJ/iutters ] d the shutters. you have be

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• ~6. SOE~E V.-TUE INTERIOR OF A PRISON. LARGE WINDOWJ R. H. OLD FIREPLAOE1 . R. C. SMALL WINDOW, 0. DOOR, L. H. THROUGH R. H. WINDOW IS SEEN THE EXTERIOR AND COURTYARD, NIGHT. 'ROBERT Fi'OLLIOTT DISCOVRED LISTE:;ING AT L. H. DOOR. Robert. They are relieving -~uar~ shall not receive another visit for the night. Now to 1vork; that must ?e the wall Kinc!u;ila . spoke of; I see some new brwkwork there, but where shall I land? Is there much of a drop into the yard below'? (Looks out at window, R. H.) The wall hides the interior, ca.u....l-.l:ettb. t!M-wiAQ9W? ~lu1il' N11:!le1 •Ju II i Ii u ni S112il1ilill, ,11 it, at this moment Conn is seen climbfrag the e::aU ae:tdde) c:J ..,..,,W de?>-Fe .. Gann. Divil a sowl about this side of the tower. There•~ a lighC in his cell; I wondher is he alone l No matther. Where's my irou pick? Now to make a hole in the wall. [Dis~pears.J< ____ ....,.._ 'Robert. Th~yard seems to be on the level of this chamber. Where's my chisel? (He Jl uH1 1 • hie wnder the .fireplace, leaps upon i and begins to work.) The mortar is as soft as butter. This was done uy-goverumea,t contract. 'Tis an ill wind that blows nobody anywhat's that 1 It sounds like something at work on the wall. Can it be a rat? (Listens.) No, it stops now-(he works,2 there it goes again-(he stops) now it stops. It echoes me, as if there was some one on the other side. Oh Lord I my heart sinks at the thought. I'll satisfy myself. (He descend.s.)h n~~,.,. . [ Conn appears -~It the l!h!!IJ C<. ck n Conn. There's a rat in the chimbley I Gorra may be I'm all wrong, and himself is not in it at all. [ Conn looks in at R. H. window, as Robert, having ~. looks out at-,Jwi•,dow;lOCI Robert. I can't see round the corner, but there seems to be no one-there. Conn. Di vii a sow! is in it! I wish I could see crooked. Here goes again-(disappears.) Robert. The noise has ceased-it was a rat. (Descends and regains the table-works.) This brick is nearly loose enough to pull ouhbut if hat goes, the rest seem shaky. They will fall together. (.A mass ork falls, and discO'llers Conn.) Conn 11 :Whisht I Who the divtl would it be? Asy for tpe lo en now i come aar,rve left Tatthers in the guard-r ther coorse o nc s away or risonmove

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flt~-~~/~ i;T 'l .,IV. ,I) , [Enter Kinchela and ~ch and/our Oonstabulary .]H." .J.(!;, ( Oonn and Robert disappear into the yard.) K i n e . Whisht I there's a noise in the yard-this door is boulted on 7 the inside, but there's a pile of rubbish shot against the back wall, there we can see over. (To LeeGh.) Harvey Duff, yon will stand by there ; the reRt come wid me. (Kinchela and the four Ooristabulary go up R. and disappear behind the wall). Leech. (Holding a short carbine ready. Stands R. of do01 with hj6 'back to thew.all:) Now, me fine fellow, no _w, Mr. Robert Ffolliott, you said we'd meet once again on this side o' the grave, and so we will; ho! .ha I ( Oonn's head appears ove, the wall.) I don't think you will like this meeting any more than you did the last. ( Oonn, after signfngto Robert inside, gets sitting on the wall with his legs dangling just above Leech's head.) You tould me to have me sow! ready, I wondher if yours is in good condition? Whisht I I hear the boults moving in side. He is coming, he.is com-( Oonn drops on to Leech's ~houlders who falls forward with a cry, Oonn over him. ( The door opens: Robert a ears.) Oonn. Run, sir, run-I've got him safe. (Robert leaps over Lew_ body and runs off, R. At th.e same moment the Oonstabulary mount-~ back wall, leap into the yard. The Sergeant with a light, aPJ!e-ats a the breach in the wall of the prison.) Serg. 'WI@ \im? Conn. I've got him-here he is-never fear-hould him fast-help I ( The Oonstabulary enter by door in the 0wall and seize ~Ji. who is lying on his fac~.) Don't let him go-hould him down. (Ile ,uns ojf.<(:They raise Leech.) Kine. (Ooming around the c01ner, R.H.) Where is he? Leech J bungling fools, has he escaped? (Leech gesticul,ates faintly and faN, back. _ /~ /J,a.s -? t'ilrd cf let] * G/.crcP-c ~; iJ ' r c:~:c/111/., '-._ / -o./ /e

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, 8CE)IE VI.-THE COOT'S NEST. NIGHT. Enter RobertJJ.olliott.] A?. Robe rt. Escaped once more I and free. My disguise is secreted here in some nook of the rocks, in Conn's cupboard, as he calls it, but I cannot find it in this darkness. I hope the , r fellow got clea away; I would not have him hurt for my sake A whistle outside heard j Ah I there he i~ whist ~ }otI tlia you kind providence for protecting him I Here he comes, leaping from crag to rock, like a goat. Enter Connj Conn. Hurroo I Tare an ages I masther jewel, but we did that ~ell. But it goes agin my conscience I did not craek the skull of that thief when I had him fair and asy under my fut. I'll never get absolution for that. Rober. We must not remain in this place; it is the fir
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/f?, Conn. Murther alive I what will we do now"/ Robert. I must swim out to the schooner. Conn. Is it a mile 'I and agin the tide! Stop, will ye lave it to me? and I'll go bail '11 find a way of gettin' them two shots fired for you I Ah I do sir I only this once give me my head and let me go. Robert. What do you propose to do? Conn. Don't you recollect one time when the Ballyraggett hounds couldn't find a fox, afther dhrawin' every cover in the counthry damn the hair o' one could they smell, an' the whole field lookin' blue blazes. You were mast~r o' the hunt. What'll we do at all, ses you? Ye shall have a fo:f, ses I, and I whipt a red herrin' into the tail o' me eoat, and away I wint acrl)ss the hills. Robert. Ha I ha I I remember it well. Conn. You hunted me, and divil a one on the whole field but yourself knew there was a two leg-g'd fox to the fore. Now I'll give them vagabones above another taste of the red herrin'. I will cut in and cross your scent; I'll lade them off, never fear, and be japers I'll show them the finest run of the hunting sayson. Robert. How? Conn, how? Conn Asy. Look! they are comin' down the cliff! Slip out this way. Quick I before they catch sight of us. When we get round the Coot's Corner, we must divide up. You go by the shore below! l '11 take the cliff above. Robert. }lli•IN e~•h1111 :: ith Joa. [Exit.J/8 it is'nt the first time I've played fox. Oh I ' [Exit.] .ll?. f( [ Scene changes.] SCEXE VII-RATHGARRON HEAD./;-";; [ Enter Ola/re, FJolliott and Jioffneu:z;.] ere we are at Rathgarron Head-are you not tired? n't know; if you asked me if I was dying, I should say, ll; I feel fs if it was all a dream, in which I am not ho are you then ? body much happier thnn I ever can be I I wish I e the change that has taken place in me since I I can ~nd it, for I feel the very-(,

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zo, 2!!:.. Splendid, no doubt-:but when I am beside you, I cannot admire ruins, or moonshine. The most effective picture is on this headland, and I cannot detach my eyes from the loveliness before me. _ O _ laire . (Aside). I cannot stand this I I never played so con-temptible a part I Jfot. What is the matter ? Claire . Go home I Go away I Why did you come her '/(. v Jfol. My dear Miss Ffolliott-I-I hope I have not beenfutrudilg on you. If I have, I pray you to forgive me. I will retrace f4Y steps. Going.) Claire,_ No-stop . .Jfol. (fleturning. Yes. Claire. I encouraged you to follow me. j[ol. I fear I pressed myself upon you. Claire. (Aside.) Oh I why is he so willingly deceived Z His gen-L-. tleness and truth make me ashamed of the part I play. ,no-r;;,-e,,f /-o-rc, ,lfol . , I have said or done something to offend you? Tell me what it is I It will afford me so much pleasure to plead for pardon/z77 .k,u
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u. Claire. Now do you unde1stand why every tender word you have spoken has tortured me like poison? Why every throb of your honest heart has been a knife in mine? .Mol. l thought yo,1 were mad, I fear 'tis I have been so. Cla ire. You can redeem your professional honor; you can repair the past. I have no means here of lighting that beacon; if the signal is not fired, my brother will be recapt11red; but the blood that now revolts in my heart against what I am doing, is the same that beats in his. He would disdain to owe his liberty to ~Y. and to your infatuation. There's your road I Good night, 777-, ' [ Exit hastil11. R.] Mo/, So I have been he~ dupe-no, she was not laughing at !he! (Looks off.) She is not laughing as one who-see where she thrown herself on the gr6und; I hear her sobs. I rannot Ieav.e l.ler alone, and i11 thi~ wild place ; and yet, what can I do to-to-poor thing I I-I don't kpow how to act. There, again, oh, what a~ that was I I cannot let her lie there. [ Exit lur.stily. R. SCENE VII!.-THE RU.INS OF ST. BRIDGIIX'S ABBEY. [ Arte discover~ kneeling before the broken shrin~ L. II-Moya is looki'hg off towards R., down the cM'.l .bfoJJ,a. There's not a sound to be heard barrin the sheam o' tile waves, as they lick the shore below. Arte. I was afraid to come here alone-even with you beside me. I tremble . .bfoya There's something movin' in the strand below. Look Miss l Is it a goat? (Arte crosses to R. HJ There it is creepi&g along undher the shadow of the rocks. Arte. I see nothing. Mo a. Whishtl I'll give him the offis. (She sings.) / . .;. .z . -" tJl!nter Leech, Sullivan, Reilly and .Jfangan, ~-H. C'!r._rz:ujng carbines.] here they are. There's a pair o' them-'tis Moya wid bulary are givin' him chase e is where he ::here's the thrap and th pursue liim

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.22. A r t e . Who are you, who dare to l;y hand s on me -do you know wholam? • ,, .Leech. Yes I do, well enough . You are the sweetheart of the man we want to catili ~a,,, )( -.r h ll IS-,.,., -Arte. ( Crying. Robert, Robert, b e ware. Leech. Stop her screeching, she'll scare him oft'. )Ioua. Help I Murdther I Thieves I Fire I Leech. Bould yur yelp, or I'll choke you; gorra, she's bitin ' me. Moya. ( Cries.) Don't come here-don' t come . r..p:e stifles her cries with iRo MANH1fsroQ1i.efRc tea r s /row bfs lumdl,k~ c,~e:c,. /e, . ...lff.--H-lc.q~ h h~, K i ne. (Looking over the yara_J2et.Y.i!Jv e have lost p.is track . "'Zeech. Ay, but we hav e found it: Here he comes; stand cloa@ now, and head him oft' . ....J,Kill,chela d i sappears./i?.rh e figure of Ro~rt Ffolliott is seen emerg i ng },:c 11J one s ide of the ruins~ H e advances. &t,l livan and Mangan sta r t out. Ile looks from sid e to side. ) Stand and surrender. (He rushes up th e rui ns to the tvindow at the back.~ Fire, Sullivan, give it to him I Why don't you fire? (Sullivan fires. Pke shot takes effect; he fall,s and roll,s down to a Zower platform.) Ha I ha I at stoppeo. him; h e' s got it. (He rai ses h imself and fai ntly tries to escape by a breach in the w all. L. H.) Give it to him ag i n ! (.Manga;,:,e fires; h e falls, and tumhling from'
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ACT III. 771.L~--ScENE li;r, Mrs. O' Kelly's Oottag<'. 7$. E11f,er FATHER nioLAN and Doolan. Be patient, Claire. Olairl'. Patient I My cousin has disappeared, no trace of Arte can be found. Moya also has been spirited away-perhaps mu s they murdered Conn. x, .J' Iv a<: Doolan (/.:no<'king at thl' d 'Tis T, Father Doolan ! E11ter )las. Mrs. 0' K. ( 0-.) Blcssin Jeads to the poor and to the Doolan (R.) This is a sad h iness ! Did you hearwhy they killed your poor boy? Jfrs. O' K. (sobb-i11g). Because, he'd got a fine -shuite o' clothes on him, they shot at the mau that wasn't in itr-and they killed my poor boy. Claire (L.) Did they bring him home insensible? Mrs. O' K. No, Miss, they brought him home on 11, shutter, and there now he lies, wid Tatters beside him, the crature wont let a hancl go near the body. Olairl'. Poor follow, he met his death while aiding my brother to escape. E11ter Mou:sEliX L.

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. ~,th~' 2 in my hand, and thanks to himself my Conn will ha v~ the finest wake this day I wid Nancy Malone and' Biddy Madigan for keeners. rn lrnspskc 6 :liddlus, and there will be ating and dhrinkin, and six of the O'Kelly's to carry him out as grand as a Mimber o r Parliament. Och-hone, my darlin' boy, it will be a proud day for you, but your poor ould mother will b(\ left all alone in her cabin buried alive, while yourself" is going to Glory I Och-o-o-ohone I Mol. In the name of Bedlam, does she propose to • give a. dance and a supper-party in honor of t . hc melancholy occasion ? • Claire. They are only going to wake poor Conn. Doolan. And your 5 pounds will be spent in w . hiskey and cakes and consolation alN*IIMll!lllii and grief, with meat and drink for the poor I Mol. What a compound I You, Irish, do mix up your-Clair e ( int e rrupting him). Never mind what we mix. Ha\'e you disco\'ered any traces of Arte and Moya? what have you done? Jfol. I have been thinking. Claire. Thinking I What's the good of thinking? My cousin has been stolen-where is she? The county is full of Police and Soldiers; yet two girls have been carried off under your noses -perhaps murdered, for a.II you know or care, and there you stand like a Goose, thinking I Mof,. Pray don't be so impetuous-you Irish-. Claire. And I wont be called, "you Irish." .Mo/,. I beg pardon-you do make me so nenou:1. Olaire. Oh, do I? My impetuosity didn't mak(~ you nervous last night, did it, no matter I go on I a penny for your thoughts I Mol, If Miss O'Neale and Moya were present in the ruins when Conn was shot---t must have been witnesees to the deed; since then they have disappeare(J. It struck me that those who kiUed the boy, must

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have some reason for rcmovinir all evirlen<•e of thr transaction. Doola11. He is right. Clair<'. Well? Mal. I questioned the Consta.lmlary aml find they hao. no band in it-the deed wa!! done by a po!lse of fellows assembled to assist in the pursuit by a Poliil' agent, named Harvey Duff. • Doolan a.nd Olairi:,. Harvey Duff! J o . 011 know him? lai,l"P. I\He has thought it out wl1ile we h:i,ve been blunderi ng. Blinded by our tears we could not seedeafened by our own complaints we could not hear. She seizes both his hands.) Forgive me ! . Mol. There she goes again ! I've do1w nothing to deserve all this. Glafre. Nothing I Yon ha \'e unearthed the Fox, -you have drawn the Badger, now the rogue is in sight, our course is clear. (X to R.) Jlfol. Is it? I confess I don't sl'e it. Doolan. These two girls were .t.he only witnesse of the deed! Claire. .\.ud that is why they hani been cttrricd off . .Doola11. No one .-lsc waR present to prove how Conn was killed. ae-;r, Conn (looking out ot tlw 11Ji11doi11). Yn>', I wa . there. All. Corm! Alive 11 001111. Whisht I no I I'm dead ! e-

signal. ../ • ,:, Mal. B_rave fellow-how did you escape l.~~} ,., • .-,S,1111""""' 0011n. I'll tell you sir-but whoo I gorra I tlwy , WJ.Y dead men tell no tales, and here I am takin' away th.e ca,racther of the corporation,l,'--When the :\faster got, out o' the jail, there was Kinchela and his ga.n" outside. wa.itin' to murdher us-wi gn' them the ~Iii~

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4 a,nd while the Masther got off, I led them away afther me to St. Bridget's. There afther I got them two shots out o' them. I rouled down, and lay as quiet as a sack o' pitates. Claire. Arte and Moya were in the ruins? Conn. They were standin' bye, and thryin' to screech blue murdher. "Stop their mouths" ses a voice I knew was Kinchela-Reilly and Sullivan whipt them up and put them on a car that was waitin' outside. Afther that sorra a thing I remember till I found myself laid out on a table wid candles all round me, and whiskey bottles an' cakes an' sugar an' tobacco an' lemon an' bacon an' snuff and the devil an all I I thought I was in Heaven I Doolan.A. And you let your poor old mother believe you dead'Y-' You did not relieve her sorrow ? Conn. Would you have me spile a wake ? .Afther -invitin' all the neighbours ! Mol. Will you allow me on this occasion to say " you Irish-" Claire. Y cs, and you need not say any more. Oon11. Then I remember the Polis would be wantin' me for the share I had in helpin' the Masther to break jail. Ah, sir I don't let on to the mother, she'd never hould her whisht, and I .want to be dead if yes plaze, to folly up the blackguards that have hoult of Moya and Miss O'Neale. Mo!. :Po you know the place where these ruffians resort? Conn. I'm concaited I do. Doolan. I'll answer for him, he knows every dis-reputable den in the county. Conn. \Vhat would you do now, if I didn't? Clafre. Here comes your mother, with the mourners. Conn. Hoo! she'll find some of the whiskey gone I ( Conn disappears.) Tow what is to be done f I will ceed to Ballyragget House and aee Mr. Kinch , confront him with this evidence I • Olmre. . You don't know him.

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.)fol. I think I do, but he docs not kno.w me. Claire. You will fight him ? Mol. Oh, no-I looked in his eye-there's no fighC there I Men who bully women have the courage of the cur, there's no pluck in them. I shall take a guard a.nd arrest him for aiding your brother to escape that he might murder him safely dnring his flight ! C . 'afre. Who c:in prove it? E11t1'1' ROBERT L. flub. I can. Claire. Robert ! Doolan. Good grncious-what b rings yon back? Rob. The news I heard on board the schooner I A pardon has been granted to the }'eniau prisone1s. Claire. A pardon. Mot. I congratulate you sir. Oh, b~-Jovr ! excuse my swearing, but a light breaks in upon me. Kincheln. knew of this pardon. I'll go to Ballyragget House at once ! Rob. I have just comc from there. I wc•nt thrre to tax him with lns villainy. He has tied ! Mol. I thought there was no fight in him! Claire. But Arte is in his power. Rob. Arte in hiR power I What do yon meant Olafre. He loves lwr ; he ha!'! ranirol lwr off! Rob. My wife and my fortnue -lrn ! lw play1•d for a high game. Mol. . \ nil on Jindiu. he cmdcl not win h, :,lole hall' the stakes. Doolau. Tlti,i man is in h•ag1w with II d1•,iperat1, crew, half ruffians, half smugglers. ; their clcns knowu only' to them1e1ehl's, are in the bogs awl c:wcs of tlw 1e1eashorc. 61 l ) Rob. I'll unearth him wherever he t • q•n hunt him with t•\ery honel'!t lad in the County in tlw pack, awl then kill him like a rat ! X '• h-u;. Mal, I'll send over to Sligo and get a warrant to arrest this follow. I like to h1lve the law on my side. If we are to hunt lt•t us have a licl'nse ! Where !'hall I find you?

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Doolan. At my house. Claire (to Rob e rt, who qffers his arm to h e r). No ; -give your arm to Father Doolan ! Doolan. Free, and at home. Heaven be praised I Rob. :Not free till Arte is so ! ' ( E.reunt Ron ti!; DooLAx.) C, Claire ( efter wai,clliing th em off ~ turns and advance.~ rapidly to. Molineux ). What's your Christian name, or have you English such things amongst you ? Mol. Yes ; my Christian name is Harry I Olai1e . Harry I (They emhrare.f /~,lcJ /._o.: . ) ( She ritns qff R. H. ) ~Wol. Oh ! ( Pulls dow,i h'is tunic, puts h is cap on one side , an1',E.xit R.H. 8'11{/i,Yi~.) ~. , 2-. Voices (outside). Oh, ohone. Oh , houhl np ! don ' t give way! 0 . -'-, (Enter )In!>. O'K~~ l,l~/k~!~j'N}:.r;p~~~J w .) ~lfrs. O' K. Yon are kindly welcome ! 'L'he dark cloud is over the house, but--Nancy. We <'Orne to share tlte sorrow that's in it, this hour. Biddy. lt will bt• a fine herrin, :Mr!I. O'Kelly I There will bo a grand waste of victual::<. Hrs. O' K. Stt>p inside, ma'am. • ~; • 3 ,.,,3,Hz. 1ftlll"v: , , f T/wy oJ~'r'11fRI' -;r,;;._ 'Cabw.) Tl(. .. (::M.,JsIC). 'l'lw u
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7 • ( The Scene changes to SCENE 2ND. INTERIOR OF MRS. O'KELLY'S CABIN. ( Dom R. in F. Firepla.ce R. H. . Conn is lying 011 ,a shutter L. H., . supported on. two iiclcetty chairs, a tthree-l,egged stool and a lceg. Tables covered with food , and drinking cups. Xeepst i I o U:c'r,E}s 91i 81 ,<:tMt R.,) ('fABLEAU OF AN !RISH WAKE.) ( .A gioup of women near Oonn. Mrs. O' K. R. O. , seated. Mrs. Malone and Reilly near her R 11H'6ii. ~1180}il'i!iliw11 ord A /is~ 11tifJ111". Sullivani>5.:&;Jk, Peas , ants, male and/em.ale. The u,omPn sr.atl'd me rocking 11,o and fro during the wail.) CHORUS. THE OOLAGHAUN. ( Mal e Voices.)-. Och! Oolaghaun I Och! Oolaghaun ! Make his bed both wide and deep ; Och I Oolaghaun ! Och! Olaghaun I He's only gone to sleep. ( Fm,wle Voices.)-Why did ye die? Oh, why did ye dfo Y And lave us all alone to cry. .( 'lbgether. )-Why did y , die ? Why did ye die ? Laving us to sigh och holle ; Why did ye die? Why did ye die? Oolagba.un l oh Oolaghann I (During thefollcnoing rhapsody, the music oftJie Wail .and the Chorus 8111H1ued rer.-ttrs, as if to animate tM Keene-rs.) ]Juld!J, Oh, ho I ohu ! (rt)(.•/dng herself) Oh~, ~"--'1111 l Tll.e Widdy had a son~an onlv son-Jil--i fer th" Wid. , • • "

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8 . duL ct..e( . All. Ool!t,,,htt1111 ! -y-<--' Biddy. I seen her when she was a fair youug gir[I a fair girl wid a rhild at her breast. All. 0gh8RlllUI ~J' Biddy. Then l see a proud woman 'rid• a boy by her side -he was bonld as a hull <'alf th:it runs by tlie side of a cow. . ) All. 0,,1:i, olt0 I Ool.tol>o IHI. ! ,;v":,' d.ul d/47 ! Biddy. :For the girl grew onltl as the child g1e"r llig, and the woman grPw wake a11 the boy grew strong. ( Rising and jlinuiug hoc!. lwr hair.) The boy grew strong, for she fod 11im wid her heart's blood. An, ho-goola ! where. is he now? Could in his bed i ot1, why did ye die?alo, . All. Wbr ,Jitl rr Ji Y Oola:haun It /J,_aa~ fl> ,-.Jfr~. O' K. Oh! olt ! ' tis mighty <.'Oll~olu1' to he~1 thi1<. )11'1<. ~falorw, you art\ not atin~. j ~Yancy. Xo, ma'am, I'm clltrinki'u'. I dhrink no~ (:tud ngin' by way of variety. • / Biddy. N'o11c was like himli-none <'1mld co~and ( a/J,id1•) good lur'.k t'yc, gi mf' a dhrop of somettin' to put thl' "l><'Tl'<'t in mw, for the firr is o-etting loV1 • • I Sullit,111 h,1111/x /111 hi.~jur, '!f.p111wlt. I ll'!J, llrilly. g-in. Bidcl_, j,. n,,r up lo Jip1•,_,.Jf. Oh ! wuit till ,-hp'Jl ri;;P 011 tlw top of a uog~ Blrldy ( r!tkr drir1h11y plrtres tlw j11r1 lw.~irJ,, lt1;. He was brav", hi' wa,-01wnhaneus ! yon "iill ne er hear the voice of Conn aga.in. .U1 U.o <,iljp!:t ..011l11!!!lt•,_J. ( Biddy blowx lt,•r 110.-'.)

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Oonn (O,Side). It's a mighty pleasant thing to dh like this, once in a way, and hear all the good thingt1 said about you afther you are dead and gone,~ thq--elHl-do--~~d: . Biddy. His name will be the pride of the O' Kelly'~ for evermore. Oonn (aside). I was a big blackguard when l was alive. , Biddy. Xoble end beautiful. -4Zi1~~ Conn (aside). .Ah t go on out o ' that. Biddy_ O!!il!in_9 itp l1t11•j11g). Oh, he was ~,, , ~ d anti sthrong~ Wh~1as been at my jug of puneh? faj-t::!: ~;! :::.!::; i/t:t: t:~;!t;l ~=~12:: ~~i•w~y I'~,~•~~H;::~:si; J:~~;~ tlc ch-911 I ~ ~'$ X Ro,);), ~-----~. ( E11t,, r MouxEi:x. Tli.,y all ,i.~,•.) /,7~ o<-y1 '--11ol. ) u l,ardoned, and h:i retupi'e it?' Who--

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11 Reil.ly. I feel the rope around my neck~e Sull. The other end of it is choking me. /2,. ,(} Reilly. Away wiii ye tben-while I go warn Harvey Doff'. (As they tum to go-theyf
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12 Reilly. 'l'hey arc all miles away by this time r Schreechin, wont save ye. Conn (nmning to the window and dashing it open) .. Help I (Reilly mu/ 8uflit:a11 dmg him brwk: and fhmw him.down.); ~-J lfall. ;nt the wimly f 'll ,p1iet him~flid"t,---\ -~'-J--;:;;p -_, (Jlolineux appeors al u,iHdonl.'yMot. Drop those knives-(~anse)-do you hear what I said-(1:a dr!m8 ,mt a rr::-~) ~_. drop those knives. ( They let the knives fall)-now open this ,,Joor. / Conn. 'l'herC''s the kry(hands it to Rf'illy.) t,.I (Reilly doggedly i111locks the dooi.) Mol. Now. (Rr:illy ma!.:es a start as if he would escape.~If you put your head outside the <'ahin, I' II put a l)111l<'t in it. [ Jfo/ i11e11.r (1pp1'a1.~ ot the door.]' Conn [to S11/lil)(l11]. Help me up-tlw hangman will dons nnwli for you 011e o' these days. [Sulliian helps Conn to rise.] .Vol. What men are thei-e ? 6,. Conn. 'l'wo of Kinchela',; d1iek<'11stliP\' know tl11 1oad we want to thrnvel. Jiol. 'l'ake that-[l1ands Conn t/ie 1ei-oli-er.] know how to use it. Conn. I'll thry-[tttrn s to Sullivan . .] ;-Mol [
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rn "[Reilly obeys him] d tlrn1's rilt. Now take me direct to where your employer, Mr. Kinchela, has imprisoned Miss O'Ncale, and if on our road you take your hands out of your pockets and attempt to move beyond the reach of my sword, upon my honor ai:< tin oflir<'r :.nd a gcntlenmn, I ~hall 1•ut you down~~d. [Exeunt ~-P.J Conn. .Attintion-put your hand in my pocket-( /J~
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14 ,C h sod in the County Sligo 1 will be turned over to• search for us-and then we'll see who will look the paler, you or I ? <(;__Kin. Before midnight yon will be safe on board a . tugger that lies snug beside this shanty, and befon daylight we will be on our wuy to a delightful retirement where yon ::q1d l will pass our honeymoon. tog~ther. 0---........ 7r. Moy11. . \.ll(I what. ' s tu lil\conw of 1111,? Ill,) --R11tn LEF.CH ,1ith ::\f ASGA)I and DoYu:. /i?. Leech. 1'11 take cat(' . of you--:the wind is fair and the title will serve in an hourcome Indies all aboard is the word if yon plaz!:: I<. J k -.-C • 6, _ [ ihNoAs and Doni-:~i: z r ARTF. a,1d MoYA.] / . JP. A.rte. Kinchela, I implore you to not add thi,cowardly act to your IL t of crimes. Release me and this girl, and on my honor I will bear no witnes,i against yon or aguinst any eonccmcd in la:.t nigl1t' work. 0 ,C i>.Leecfi. It is too late. Arf,e [struggling with Doyle]. Kinchela, if you han iiny respect any love for me will you see me outraged thns? Leech [asid e to Khwhrlu]. Ffolliott has returned. Kin. Ha! [Xi11g to :t,.J~Away with them---~
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15• Kin. He is wiped out. Leech. We are safe. 1', .r h 7E', ) Kin. Go, keep watch Oil the cmr above~wt,ire, J; get these girls aboard. Leech. I'll b~ orutifly in my-mind till we are clear out o' this. Exit. A;, Kin. Robert Ffoilliott pa11doned, afther all tht" trouble I took to get him convicted I and this is tht, way a loyal man is thrated I I'm betrayed I no, matther. If he can recover his estate-he can't recover his wife. Sh~ will be. mine-mine I She l1atc11 me now-but I concait she will get over that. Exit. R, [.A pause.] Enter CoNN and SULLIVAN.~. af! t7: Oon,i. Not a sowl in it. You deceived me. Bull. No. 'fhey are here-[points to the c:liiak . .J What's that? l , k, Conn. Moya's cloak! [He~il up.] oc. [Releases Sulli-va11 wlw creeps (!ff~ wliili i he examine/f cloak.] 'Tis hers-she's here-he's off-gone to rouse up the: whole pack-what will I do where can I hide until the Captain and the masther come up-they can't. be far behind-if I could get, behind one of them big hogsheads-or inside one o' them-whisht--there was, a cr1-'twas Miss O'Neale's voice-I'm only onti. agin twenty-but I'll make it lively for them while it lasts. E.l'if. k.

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f r .) I I• (J -..) @~, ~t ~ ~ , J707'qPeuJ. 6 Jd!cL-tA., /Jutay, H hr'"l'.D~L'ell~ /~c~~Jif,, ~Pe~ ~a,~,17a/~ / . 6~

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.,.. Scene draws to t-;ci,;:-;~; 4TH. A SnEn, looking out upon a Ro<'lcy Covr: the top nt(lsfs n a dead man as plain a:-: I saw him. 4,., [Di!!klrit ci-ies and ;;;lwuts a,y, hemd.J/e. D' ye hear them ? they are getting close to us. Kin. Go back to your post on the cliff and keep watch while I get these women on board-we have no time to los~:Mangan-Doyle. Ui>cliT.w'ilo hw~ bee n looking 1-rntnd]. I' II be on my oath I i;aw him here. " Exit.~Ent(') Mon and liA:.GAN. taC • /, 0 Moya. Where do you want me to go ? Kin. On board that ship below there..

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17 ~h,/f/r. JJ[uya. D'ye think I'm a fly or a say gull?" ~ ~~---Kin. You see this ladder? by that road you can gain the ledge below, there we'll find a basket will send you down like a bucket in a well. Moya. And if I don't choose to go down? Kin. Then you'll b carried, my beauty. Moi ~Stand off. ti) Kin.~ ie her hands, :Mangan, go get me a taste of a rope. 6:Jed. hlc:u.,,f'U."!<:1.e,. • [He seizes het:.] Muyo. Help I oh-is there never a man widin' reach of my voice. Kin. Mangan-bring the rope, curse you. Moya. Help-murdher-fire ! [A shot is fiiecl fmm the bit11ghole 1:f a lwgslwod-B. Kinchela th1ows up his hands, staggeis back, and fallsL. O.]_bg-e~ """'-I• 50 [J1{oya utte1s a c1y and falls on her l.:nt!e1S-R--<~ring her face with her hamls. The hogshead rises ,.,,little, advances to Moya and covers her lilce an extingiutr. The legs fA,$,re •,I •$ D t,, She has killed him and escaped. •-l , A~ r. Brave girl ! She has avenged mr a '! a • ~h l ull. He's no dead. See, he movcs--thce's lifo , ~-,-,.a-;;;.,-J in him still. .,, [ Shouts out11ide.] Doyle. They are coming-a.way with ye to the Lugger-quick J [ The men look r!lf R.]

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18 1c 'ul{. Must we lave him here? d,u-..,,-u k ,. D1Jy'" vVe can't rarry him down the h,ddcr. [During theforr_7ui11g AnrE r1wps ttp to thr> bal'/..J c , , Ji, ul/. Every one for him~clf-thc divil take the hindmost.~ r7hreA3 h K''~-, Arte [ u;Ju1 //11.~ I /_tt,,d tlw 11,ul '!f the lod,f;';.j. ::-;top where .'on are (throws the lwld111 1,1:l'r.Jit I ha Ye been your prisoner,'110~1 you m"l!'"ffii~r?~ , [Sh~ outside ,ieai-. [ The me,i look /Jf'wildered /mm side tu ,qi1/r>, and l,'w,1 rush 11f L.]I. 0, t:J-,s ,1-,.-e,e . Al'le. '\ here's ~f oy;i ? Cv11n. i!lhe's iusicle.' {& [Ooxx disr,ppears and mises tlw lwg.sfwad. '1'/wy emerge frorn it.] (6) ~,5hoi& oulsidf'.] Leech [uulside]. Kine he la, away with yon-qui,k ! Co1111. Stand aside! here comes the flower of thl' lioek ("''\!) w ~-cl.,,;,-/~ [l'Jwy ,etir,,. .\.u1.: to T,. behi11r . Ooxx rmd )loYA t,1 R. &LiRUill t nit :: 1. ~men rushes 011 /rum n. 1 E. te1y pr, t ,. ] ' Lf'ehakc, man ; what will we do? What does it mean? ,,e ~-[ARTE oppears i\ and 1foYA '$!. J 2. Art,,~ It mc,ins that you are on your way to a de 1ightful retirement when' i"u and he will pass your honeymoon together. .vY. A'. "'I'/'_ h /e )l Au../' ti.

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, , 19 h. /. ~l uyJ./cThe wind has changed, and the tide doesn't serve. ~,,,1 [E1,jp Qmm] ~ch. Conn! the murdher'. s out Ci ) 'iC.mn. And you are in f~r it. 'ho?l~utside.] D'ye hear them cries-.the hounds are on your track, Harvey Duff. t(.fLe,r'h. Oh, what will I do-what will I do? -Oonn. Say your prayers-if you ever knew anyfor your time is come. Look ! 'L'here they come ' down •the cliff-side !..Ylra I They've caught sight of you~ [Lt~ E C H rushes'tp to the edgl' ,f the precipice-lools ,,1:er -wrings liis hands in t P r1,ir.] D'ye see that wild 0111<1 woman wid the knife-that's Bridget Madigan, who,:1• son's life you sworc away. L eer'h. Sa,e Jne-you can~they will tP-ar me io pieces. uu t:..0 /d~ Jl..c, ~~-~e. Conn--: D'ye know Andy Donovan-that',: him wid the sho,el-yo sent his young brother across the say. 87,m,t.~ 011t.~i1/ Egorra he knows you I Look at him ! .] oC C L,•ech. Spare me !-pity me! t;~ vu. /4;__,,ffu.R.. Conn. Ay, as you spared me ! -as you :.pared them at whose side you knelt bcfore the altar !-as you pitied them whose salt you ate, but whose blood ?OU clhra ,nk ! Tho.re's death coming down on you from above-there' death waiting for you below./\ Takt• _ [LEECH, e '[dPred with fright, and running alter-nately to the edge r!f the Cliff and back to look at the ap prual'hin,q cmwd, stag ers lilce a drunken man, uttPrin c a e c1Ps o . ear. he crowd, hl'ar er! 121_ Brnny )Lmm.\:-., ROBERT FF LL r11117 ~ AXC:Y l.1.r.oxE rush in 11t-lll. 2. e11lr,11w,'1S R. H., uttni11g 11 s,earn rf tl'rr,,r. • LEECH l,1aps 01•,,,. {11(' r'lit.r. TJ>,, ,.,., , ,! pur.,ue hirri to ------, the edge and [e,,n ,,e, r. J . ;n:/,..,.. , [Enter urn, FATHER Door.A~ and RoBEnr. f~ i'4 t'lia '"Hff<,JJ..ay lfoY\ loe,de"oy lwvide KrvcJJFI, ,.,.,., lfi""'lio,,lz...,.j'm,~(nnw/, ~i. IP~.

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20 Robert (Prnbracing .A1'1. irte ! Olair.P. Has the villain escaped. 1.J>:,, J'-_g.:-~ 9'--. [Enter 1\Ior.rnEi:x l.?.10llou;pd by tli<>,_six soldiPrs w,th _n l 111:angan,, ltflivan, RPi/ly and Doyli> in cu.~tody.y V ct--.,~--' 11!fol. I have bag-gcd a fe\,, hut we mi:-.~<' 1 ,rin-cipal offender. Con. I didn't-there'~ my hirrl ! Father D. Is he ad? . LMolineux approad1Ps Kinchela and Pxamin<'s hirn.] Jl,Iol. I fe~r not-the bullet has entered here, but it has struck something in his breast l (draws 01tt a J'Jod e.'book-.) This pocketbook has saved his life (he hands if to FathPr Doolan, 1,;lw opPu,., it, draw,; ut tlw /('ft,,,-awl reads it.) Kin. (revfoing and ,isi11g.) l\"herc :Lm l? <,~.Mo!. You are in custody. Kin. What for? Jl.lol. For an attempt to assassinate this gentleman. Kin. Ile wa~ it felon escaping from justice. ll,,6,Fother D. He was a fre<> man-and you knew it-• as this lcttn proY ~d ~('..<;, ,,..('!'hf' crouvl 11ffr,.r o Cl'!f 1!f rag<' and adi;oncc fou"r I ~ Kinchelo. Fatlwr D 10/rtn stand8 betue"n tlwm awl him while Kinclwlo .flir•s to 1111' 1fob11la!'y.)/~. Kin. Snvc me-protect me! Frtflie, D. (fuciog the c,()lrr/.) Rtnn• 1md [i,1c1,,-t l,1 ir 11rr1pons.) ,lfol. Take him away.~'-1' h, '9~.) Kin. Yes, take m~ aw:1~-don't you hc'tr? r tnem devils wont give you the
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21 ,tR,&. XXX.)( Mrs. O' K. {outside . ) Where's my boy? Where is ---re? Conn. Orh mnrdhcr-hcrc's the onld mothrr-hidc ~e. "-4~•~~-6!-••• • ~ r • ---ls • p (Enter Jfrs. O'Ke lly.) ~-G0, Mrs. O'K. Wher~ is he?-where is my vagabonc? (Father Doolan brings himforword by the ear.) .,;,,:._ Conn, you nef o'thc wo d--:rny darHn' (falls on hi8 neck.) C9 Conn. \Vhisht, mother-don't cry-and sec thisI'll never be 'kilt ,:{in. /i?,tfI, Moya. Sure, if he hadn't been murcU1ered he couldn't have sa vrd us. cg, llirs. O' Kelly. And afther lettin' me throw all the rrioney away over the wake! d Mot. Turn the ceremony fnto a wedding . I really don't sec that you Irish make much distinction. -P, C laire. I believe that in England the wedding often turns out the more melancholy occasion of the two. MJl. Will yon try? RfJbert. he has earned you, Claire. I give my consent. at:Arte.. Bu~Father Doolan will never give his consrnt 1o Conn. o/?U 'Ya,p:ik-rud • ,1'.-C)i'alhe1 D. (In Gunn). Come here ~ 1-Vill yon re-form IJllfW? ill yon mend your ways and your eoat? X o ! you an . How do I know but you will go po:i.ching of a nip:ht? Dom. Moya will go bail I won't. Fr1the1 D. And the dhrink? • Jfoyo. .I will take care there is no ho l e in the thimb l e. ,, .F11ther D. I won't trust ~ither of you; you have (focaived me so often. Can you find any one to answrr for you? Cnrn. Oh, murd her ! wh:i t will I do? "'4ril, • lili-Iii~ '8.1.oc~ a ia-sMP Zl!WJ'14r.l, ~ ~iu~-..1.t h , • (J1[1y wl1i8p•'1'8 in hi.•: nu.) Oh, they won't! llluyfl 'l'hry !

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-., • )d:_ l ~"1,,-. ~~-tl-(,4. U ,4-J Conn (to the public). She says you will go bail for me. 0 You are the only friend I have Long life t'ye. Many a time you have looked over my faults. Wilt you be blind to them now, and hould out your hands once mol'e to a poor Shaugraun? , . / . 1 tJ~J cl~!./~/_t;;U.A:::J~~ -END. ------

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