The Turn of the Road: A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue — John Shaqi
The Turn of the Road: A Play in Two Scenes and an EpilogueMayne, Rutherford
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The Turn of the Road: A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue
Mayne, Rutherford
Ireland -- Drama; Ulster (Northern Ireland and Ireland) -- Drama
[No one offers a seat to the tramp who
stands puzzled looking and swaying in
a drunken manner in the kitchen,
slightly in front of Samuel James, who
remains seated beside dresser engaged
in taking off his leggings.]
Ellen. Get us a drop o' tay and give this poor misguided cratur
somethin' to eat.
ELLEN.
[Moves over to dresser and then stands at
door into room. She evidently disapproves
of the tramp and does not offer to obey.
The grandfather rises in disgust and
moves his chair nearer the fireplace
away from the tramp.]
TRAMP.
[To Ellen.]
Your pardon noble lady, I intrude. Your pardon signor I incommode you.
Times change and so do men. Ladies and gentlemen behold in me the one
time famous leader of the Blue Bohemian Wind and String Band that had
the honour of appearing before all the crowned heads of Europe.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
God bless me, d'you say so mister? D'ye hear that Robbie John.
There's a fiddler for you and see what comes of it.
TRAMP.
Perhaps with your permission I may venture to play you a few extracts
from my repertoire. I can play to suit all tastes from a simple
country ballad to a concerto by Brahms or the great Russian composer
Tschaikouski.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Openmouthed.]
Them Rooshians has the tarr'ble names!
TRAMP.
Firstly I shall play that touching little ballad I heard Monsieur here
warble so sweetly as we rolled homeward on his chariot. If I play he
accompanies me with voice. Ne'st ce pas, Monsieur?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Nervously.]
Is your mother out Ellen?
ELLEN.
She's lookin' after the hens I think. She won't hear you.
[William John Granahan starts singing
two verses of a folk song, the tramp
accompanying meanwhile with fiddle,
always putting in an extra flourish.
The rest all join, even the grandfather
beats time with a stick. The door opens
and Mrs. Granahan appears seemingly
astonished at the uproar. All
suddenly cease singing and try to appear
innocent, except the tramp, who
goes on playing. He suddenly notices
the cessation.]
TRAMP.
Bravo. A most exquisite little air and beautifully rendered.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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