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
MATT
Very well, then. God above, am I to be treated everywhere like
a heifer strayed into a patch of oats? Neither man nor woman will
make me put up with this any longer. _(Going to door)_ When Ellen
Douras wants me, she knows the place to send to. _(He stands at door.
There is no sound from room. Going back he speaks loudly)_ I'll be
waiting two days or three days to hear from Ellen Douras.
_There is no sound. Matt goes out. The room door is thrown open,
and Ellen comes down._
ELLEN
_(furiously)_ Two days or three days he'll wait for me. As if
I'd go into Murtagh Cosgar's house. As if I'd go into any farmer's
house. As if I'd get married at all, and the world before me. Two
days or three days you'll wait. Maybe it's lonesome, weary years
you'll be waiting, Matt Cosgar.
CURTAIN
ACT III
_Interior of Murtagh Cosgar's. It is towards sunset. Murtagh
Cosgar is standing before the door looking out. Martin Douras is
sitting at the fire in an armchair._
MARTIN DOURAS
It's getting late, Murtagh Cosgar.
MURTAGH COSGAR
Ay, it's getting late.
MARTIN DOURAS
It's time for me to be going home. I should be seeing
Ellen. _(He rises)_
MURTAGH COSGAR
Stay where you are. _(Turning round)_ We're two old
men, as you say. We should keep each other's company for a bit.
MARTIN DOURAS
I should be going home to see Ellen.
MURTAGH COSGAR
If she's going, you can't stay her. Let you keep here.
MARTIN DOURAS
She'll be wondering what happened to me.
MURTAGH COSGAR
Divil a bit it will trouble her. You're going to the
fair anyway?
MARTIN DOURAS
I have no heart to be going into a fair.
MURTAGH COSGAR
It's myself used to have the great heart. Driving in
on my own side-car, and looking down on the crowd of them. It's
twenty years since I took a sup of drink. Oh, we'll have drinking
to-morrow that will soften the oul' skin of you. You'll be singing
songs about the Trojans to charm every baste in the fair.
MARTIN DOURAS
We're both old men, Murtagh Cosgar.
MURTAGH COSGAR
And is there any reason in your scholarship why oul'
men should be dry men? Answer me that!
MARTIN DOURAS
I won't answer you at all, Murtagh Cosgar. There's no
use in talking to you.
MURTAGH COSGAR
Put it down on a piece of paper that oul' men should
have light hearts when their care is gone from them. They should be
like--
MARTIN DOURAS
There's nothing in the world like men with their
rearing gone from them, and they old.
_Sally comes to the door. She enters stealthily._
MURTAGH COSGAR
Ha, here's one of the clutch home. Well, did you see
that brother of yours?
SALLY
I did. He'll be home soon, father.
MURTAGH COSGAR
What's that you say? Were you talking to him? Did he
say he'd be home?
SALLY
I heard him say it, father.
MARTIN DOURAS
God bless you for the news, Sally.
MURTAGH COSGAR
How could he go and he the last of them? Sure it
would be against nature. Where did you see him, Sally?
SALLY
At Martin Douras's, father.
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