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
_Anna goes out. Mrs. Crilly opens letter_.
MRS. CRILLY
It's from the bank. They want me to call. What does the
bank manager want with me, I wonder?
CRILLY
I have something to tell you, Marianne. I'll tell you in a
while. _(He takes a turn up and down)_
MRS. CRILLY
What do you want to tell me?
CRILLY
Prepare your mind, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
What is it?
CRILLY
I owe you money, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
Money! How do you owe me money?
CRILLY
That cute boy, James Covey, who took in all the town--
MRS. CRILLY
_(rising)_ Covey! My God! You backed a bill for him?
CRILLY
I'll make a clean breast of it. I did.
MRS. CRILLY
_(with fear in her eyes)_ How much is it?
CRILLY
_(walking away to window)_ I'll come to that, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
Did any one back the bill with you?
CRILLY
I obliged the fellow. No one backed the bill with me.
MRS. CRILLY
Does any one know of it?
CRILLY
No, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
The bank.... Tell me what happened.
CRILLY
The bank manager sent for me when he came to the town after
Covey cleared.
MRS. CRILLY
We had four hundred pounds in the bank.
CRILLY
We had, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
Tell me how much was the bill.
CRILLY
There's no use in beating about the bush. The bill was for
three hundred pounds.
MRS. CRILLY
And what has the bank done?
CRILLY
I'm sorry to say, Marianne, the bank has taken the money over
from our account.
MRS. CRILLY
You've ruined us at last, Crofton Crilly.
CRILLY
You should never forgive me, Marianne. I'll go to America and
begin life again. _(He turns to go out by shop)_
MRS. CRILLY
We have no money left.
CRILLY
A hundred pounds, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY
That's Anna's money.
CRILLY
Scollard should be satisfied.
MRS. CRILLY
Anna insists on getting her money.
CRILLY
Very well, Marianne. I'll leave it all to yourself.
_James Scollard comes in. Anna is behind him. Scollard has an
account book in his hand_.
SCOLLARD
Good morning, Mrs. Crilly. Good morning, Mr. Crilly.
MRS. CRILLY
Good morning, Mr. Scollard.
_Crofton Crilly turns to go_.
ANNA
Don't go, father.
SCOLLARD
Don't go, Mr. Crilly. I have something particular to say to
yourself and Mrs. Crilly.
MRS. CRILLY
Sit down, Mr. Scollard.
_Anna brings chair, and Scollard sits center. Anna stands behind him.
Mrs. Crilly sits left of him_.
SCOLLARD
I am here to propose for the hand of your daughter, Miss
Anna Crilly.
MRS. CRILLY
We have nothing to say against your proposal, Mr. Scollard.
CRILLY
Won't you take something, James?
SCOLLARD
No, thanks, Mr. Crilly. I never touch intoxicants.
_Crofton Crilly goes into shop_.
MRS. CRILLY
We couldn't wish for a better match for Anna. But I feel
bound to tell you, Mr. Scollard, that we have had a very severe loss
in our business.
ANNA
What is it, mother?
MRS. CRILLY
I don't mind telling you. Mr. Crilly has made himself
responsible for a bill on the bank.
SCOLLARD
In whose interest, Mrs. Crilly?
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