Three Plays: The Fiddler's House, The Land, Thomas MuskerryColum, Padraic
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Three Plays: The Fiddler's House, The Land, Thomas Muskerry
Colum, Padraic
Irish drama -- 20th century
MAIRE
And the things we used to talk about after a story! There's
the turn of the road, and who's waiting for you? If it's your
sweetheart, what will you say to him?
JAMES
I'm often taken with the thought of the road! Going to the
fair on a bright morning, I'd often wish to leave everything aside
and follow the road.
_A fiddle is heard outside. Conn Hourican comes down, dressed for
the road. He has on the greatcoat. He carries fiddle. He puts fiddle
on dresser_.
CONN
What music is that, James?
JAMES
Some of the boys are coming to meet you, and they have a
fiddle with them.
CONN
Well, now, that's friendly of the boys.
JAMES
I'll go out now, and let them know that you're coming. _(He goes
to door)_ Brian MacConnell turned the other way, and Anne
went after him.
_He goes out_.
CONN
_(anxiously)_ Why did Brian MacConnell go away?
MAIRE
We didn't agree; no, not after all you said.
CONN
Maybe we'll see Brian at Ardagh.
MAIRE
How would he ever come back when I bid him go from me?
CONN
You bid Brian go from you! _(He goes to the window)_ And there
was myself that had the mind to go on the road that I see stretched
out before me.
MAIRE
_(going to him)_ You need never come back here.
CONN
I'll come back with yourself.
MAIRE
I remember the time when we were on the roads. I remember
sights we used to see! Little towns here, and big towns far away,
and always the road.
CONN
And the lasting kindness of the road!
MAIRE
There is no need for you to come back here, father.
CONN
And would you follow the road?
MAIRE
Go back to the fiddler's life, and I'll go back with you. Well
see Anne and James at Ardagh, and we'll be at their marriage.
_(She turns round as though to take farewell of the house)_ It's
right that this place should go to Anne. The house wasn't for you,
and it wasn't for me either, I begin to think.
_Anne comes in_.
ANNE
_(with a cry)_ Maire, you are going on the roads!
MAIRE
How do you know that?
ANNE
You bid Brian MacConnell go from you, and where else would you
go but on the roads?
_She goes to the settle and throws herself down, her hands before
her face. Maire puts cloak on. Conn goes to Anne. He takes her hands
from her face and holds them_.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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