TOWN　CRIER　　＇outside；　ringing　a　bell。＇　　Take　notice；　last　event　of　this
  day！　　Tug…of…warring　on　the　green　below！　　Come　on；　the　lot　of　you！　　Great
  achievements　for　all　Mayo　men！
  PEGEEN。　　Go　on；　and　leave　him　for　to　rest　and　dry。　　Go　on；　I　tell　you；　for
  he'll　do　no　more。　　（She　hustles　crowd　out；　Widow　Quin　following　them。）
  MEN　　＇going。＇　　Come　on　then。　　Good　luck　for　the　while！
  PEGEEN　　＇radiantly；　wiping　his　face　with　her　shawl。＇　　Well；　you're　the
  lad；　and　you'll　have　great　times　from　this　out　when　you　could　win　that　wealth
  of　prizes；　and　you　sweating　in　the　heat　of　noon！
  CHRISTY　　＇looking　at　her　with　delight。＇　　I'll　have　great　times　if　I　win
  the　crowning　prize　I'm　seeking　now；　and　that's　your　promise　that　you'll　wed　me
  in　a　fortnight；　when　our　banns　is　called。
  PEGEEN　　＇backing　away　from　him。＇　　You've　right　daring　to　go　ask　me　that；
  when　all　knows　you'll　be　starting　to　some　girl　in　your　own　townland；　when　your
  father's　rotten　in　four　months；　or　five。
  CHRISTY　　＇indignantly。＇　　Starting　from　you；　is　it？　　（He　follows　her。）　　I
  will　not；　then；　and　when　the　airs　is　warming　in　four　months；　or　five；　it's
  then　yourself　and　me　should　be　pacing　Neifin　in　the　dews　of　night；　the　times
  sweet　smells　do　be　rising；　and　you'd　see　a　little　shiny　new　moon；　maybe；
  sinking　on　the　hills。
  PEGEEN　　＇looking　at　him　playfully。＇　　And　it's　that　kind　of　a　poacher's　love
  you'd　make；　Christy　Mahon；　on　the　sides　of　Neifin；　when　the　night　is　down？
  CHRISTY。　　It's　little　you'll　think　if　my　love's　a　poacher's；　or　an　earl's
  itself；　when　you'll　feel　my　two　hands　stretched　around　you；　and　I　squeezing
  kisses　on　your　puckered　lips；　till　I'd　feel　a　kind　of　pity　for　the　Lord　God　is
  all　ages　sitting　lonesome　in　his　golden　chair。
  PEGEEN。　　That'll　be　right　fun；　Christy　Mahon；　and　any　girl　would　walk　her
  heart　out　before　she'd　meet　a　young　man　was　your　like　for　eloquence；　or　talk；
  at　all。
  CHRISTY　　＇encouraged。＇　　Let　you　wait；　to　hear　me　talking；　till　we're　astray
  in　Erris；　when　Good　Friday's　by；　drinking　a　sup　from　a　well；　and　making　mighty
  kisses　with　our　wetted　mouths；　or　gaming　in　a　gap　or　sunshine；　with　yourself
  stretched　back　unto　your　necklace；　in　the　flowers　of　the　earth。
  PEGEEN　　＇in　a　lower　voice；　moved　by　his　tone。＇　　I'd　be　nice　so；　is　it？
  CHRISTY　　＇with　rapture。＇　　If　the　mitred　bishops　seen　you　that　time；　they'd
  be　the　like　of　the　holy　prophets；　I'm　thinking；　do　be　straining　the　bars　of
  Paradise　to　lay　eyes　on　the　Lady　Helen　of　Troy；　and　she　abroad；　pacing　back
  and　forward；　with　a　nosegay　in　her　golden　shawl。
  PEGEEN　　＇with　real　tenderness。＇　　And　what　is　it　I　have；　Christy　Mahon；　to
  make　me　fitting　entertainment　for　the　like　of　you；　that　has　such　poet's
  talking；　and　such　bravery　of　heart？
  CHRISTY　　＇in　a　low　voice。＇　　Isn't　there　the　light　of　seven　heavens　in　your
  heart　alone；　the　way　you'll　be　an　angel's　lamp　to　me　from　this　out；　and　I
  abroad　in　the　darkness；　spearing　salmons　in　the　Owen；　or　the　Carrowmore？
  PEGEEN。　　If　I　was　your　wife；　I'd　be　along　with　you　those　nights；　Christy
  Mahon；　the　way　you'd　see　I　was　a　great　hand　at　coaxing　bailiffs；　or　coining
  funny　nick…names　for　the　stars　of　night。
  CHRISTY。　　You；　is　it？　　Taking　your　death　in　the　hailstones；　or　in　the　fogs　of
  dawn。
  PEGEEN。　　Yourself　and　me　would　shelter　easy　in　a　narrow　bush；　（with　a　qualm　of
  dread）　but　we're　only　talking；　maybe；　for　this　would　be　a　poor；　thatched　place
  to　hold　a　fine　lad　is　the　like　of　you。
  CHRISTY　　＇putting　his　arm　round　her。＇　　If　I　wasn't　a　good　Christian；　it's
  on　my　naked　knees　I'd　be　saying　my　prayers　and　paters　to　every　jackstraw　you
  have　roofing　your　head；　and　every　stony　pebble　is　paving　the　laneway　to　your
  door。
  PEGEEN　　＇radiantly。＇　　If　that's　the　truth；　I'll　be　burning　candles　from　this
  out　to　the　miracles　of　God　that　have　brought　you　from　the　south　to…day；　and　I；
  with　my　gowns　bought　ready；　the　way　that　I　can　wed　you；　and　not　wait　at　all。
  CHRISTY。　　It's　miracles；　and　that's　the　truth。　　Me　there　toiling　a　long　while；
  and　walking　a　long　while；　not　knowing　at　all　I　was　drawing　all　times　nearer　to
  this　holy　day。
  PEGEEN。　　And　myself；　a　girl；　was　tempted　often　to　go　sailing　the　seas　till　I'd
  marry　a　Jew…man；　with　ten　kegs　of　gold；　and　I　not　knowing　at　all　there　was　the
  like　of　you　drawing　nearer；　like　the　stars　of　God。
  CHRISTY。　　And　to　think　I'm　long　years　hearing　women　talking　that　talk；　to　all
  bloody　fools；　and　this　the　first　time　I've　heard　the　like　of　your　voice
  talking　sweetly　for　my　own　delight。
  PEGEEN。　　And　to　think　it's　me　is　talking　sweetly；　Christy　Mahon；　and　I　the
  fright　of　seven　townlands　for　my　biting　tongue。　　Well；　the　heart's　a　wonder；
  and；　I'm　thinking；　there　won't　be　our　like　in　Mayo；　for　gallant　lovers；　from
  this　hour；　to…day。　　（Drunken　singing　is　heard　outside。）　　There's　my　father
  coming　from　the　wake；　and　when　he's　had　his　sleep　we'll　tell　him；　for　he's
  peaceful　then。　　＇They　separate。＇
  MICHAEL　　＇singing　outside＇
  The　jailor　and　the　turnkey
  They　quickly　ran　us　down；
  And　brought　us　back　as　prisoners
  Once　more　to　Cavan　town。　＇He　comes　in　supported　by　Shawn。＇
  There　we　lay　bewailing
  All　in　a　prison　bound。　。　。　。　＇He　sees　Christy。　　Goes　and　shakes　him　drunkenly
  by　the　hand；　while　Pegeen　and　Shawn　talk　on　the　left。＇
  MICHAEL　　＇to　Christy。＇　　The　blessing　of　God　and　the　holy　angels　on　your
  head；　young　fellow。　　I　hear　tell　you're　after　winning　all　in　the　sports　below；
  and　wasn't　it　a　shame　I　didn't　bear　you　along　with　me　to　Kate　Cassidy's　wake；
  a　fine；　stout　lad；　the　like　of　you；　for　you'd　never　see　the　match　of　it　for
  flows　of　drink；　the　way　when　we　sunk　her　bones　at　noonday　in　her　narrow　grave；
  there　were　five　men；　aye；　and　six　men；　stretched　out　retching　speechless　on
  the　holy　stones。
  CHRISTY　　＇uneasily；　watching　Pegeen。＇　　Is　that　the　truth？
  MICHAEL。　　It　is　then；　and　aren't　you　a　louty　schemer　to　go　burying　your　poor
  father　unbeknownst　when　you'd　a　right　to　throw　him　on　the　crupper　of　a　Kerry
  mule　and　drive　him　westwards；　like　holy　Joseph　in　the　days　gone　by；　the　way　we
  could　have　given　him　a　decent　burial；　and　not　have　him　rotting　beyond；　and　not
  a　Christian　drinking　a　smart　drop　to　the　glory　of　his　soul？
  CHRISTY　　＇gruffly。＇　　It's　well　enough　he's　lying；　for　the　likes　of　him。
  MICHAEL　　＇slapping　him　on　the　back。＇　　Well；　aren't　you　a　hardened　slayer？
  It'll　be　a　poor　thing　for　the　household　man　where　you　go　sniffing　for　a　female
  wife；　and　（pointing　to　Shawn）　look　beyond　at　that　shy　and　decent　Christian　I
  have　chosen　for　my　daughter's　hand；　and　I　after　getting　the　gilded
  dispensation　this　day　for　to　wed　them　now。
  CHRISTY。　　And　you'll　be　wedding　them　this　day；　is　it？
  MICHAEL　　＇drawing　himself　up。＇　　Aye。　　Are　you　thinking；　if　I'm　drunk
  itself；　I'd　leave　my　daughter　living　single　with　a　little　frisky　rascal　is　the
  like　of　you？
  PEGEEN　　＇breaking　away　from　Shawn。＇　　Is　it　the　truth　the　dispensation's
  come？
  MICHAEL　　＇triumphantly。＇　　Father　Reilly's　after　reading　it　in　gallous　Latin；
  and　〃It's　come　in　the　nick　of　time；〃　says　he；　〃so　I'll　wed　them　in　a　hurry；
  dreading　that　young　gaffer　who'd　capsize　the　stars。〃
  PEGEEN　　＇fiercely。＇　　He's　missed　his　nick　of　time；　for　it's　that　lad；
  Christy　Mahon；　that　I'm　wedding　now。
  MICHAEL　　＇loudly　with　horror。＇　　You'd　be　making　him　a　son　to　me；　and　he
  wet　and　crusted　with　his　father's　blood？
  PEGEEN。　　Aye。　　Wouldn't　it　be　a　bitter　thing　for　a　girl　to　go　marrying　the
  like　of　Shaneen；　and　he　a　middling　kind　of　a　scarecrow；　with　no　savagery　or
  fine　words　in　him　at　all？
  MICHAEL　　＇gasping　and　sinking　on　a　chair。＇　　Oh；　aren't　you　a　heathen
  daughter　to　go　shaking　the　fat　of　my　heart；　and　I　swamped　and　drownded　with
  the　weight　of　drink？　Would　you　have　them　turning　on　me　the　way　that　I'd　be
  roaring　to　the　dawn　of　day　with　the　wind　upon　my　heart？　　Have　you　not　a　word
  to　aid　me；　Shaneen？　　Are　you　not　jealous　at　all？
  SHANEEN　　＇In　great　misery。＇　　I'd　be　afeard　to　be　jealous　of　a　man　did　slay
  his　da。
  PEGEEN。　　Well；　it'd　be　a　poor　thing　to　go　marrying　your　like。　　I'm　seeing
  there's　a　world　of　peril　for　an　orphan　girl；　and　isn't　it　a　great　blessing　I
  didn't　wed　you；　before　himself　came　walking　from　the　west　or　south？
  SHAWN。　　It's　a　queer　story　you'd　go　picking　a　dirty　tramp　up　from　the　highways
  of　the　world。
  PEGEEN　　＇playfully。＇　　And　you　think　you're　a　likely　beau　to　go　straying
  along　with；　the　shiny　Sundays　of　the　opening　year；　when　it's　sooner　on　a
  bullock's　liver　you'd　put　a　poor　girl　thinking　than　on　the　lily　or　the　rose？
  SHAWN。　　And　have　you　no　mind　of　my　weight　of　passion；　and　the　holy
  dispensation；　and　the　drift　of　heifers　I　am　giving；　and　the　golden　ring？
  PEGEEN。　　I'm　thinking　you're　too　fine　for　the　like　of　me；　Shawn　Keogh　of
  Killakeen；　and　let　you　go　off　till　you'd　find　a　radiant　lady　with　droves　of
  bullocks　on　the　plains　of　Meath；　and　herself　bedizened　in　the　diamond
  jewelleries　of　Pharaoh'