VOICES.
nearer.—Christy! Christy Mahon!
CHRISTY.
with agitation.—They’re coming. Will you swear to aid and save me for the love of Christ?
WIDOW QUIN.
looks at him for a moment.—If I aid you, will you swear to give me a right of way I want, and a mountainy ram, and a load of dung at Michaelmas, the time that you’ll be master here?
CHRISTY.
I will, by the elements and stars of night.
WIDOW QUIN.
Then we’ll not say a word of the old fellow, the way Pegeen won’t know your story till the end of time.
CHRISTY.
And if he chances to return again?
WIDOW QUIN.
We’ll swear he’s a maniac and not your da. I could take an oath I seen him raving on the sands to-day. [Girls run in.]
SUSAN.
Come on to the sports below. Pegeen says you’re to come.
SARA TANSEY.
The lepping’s beginning, and we’ve a jockey’s suit to fit upon you for the mule race on the sands below.
HONOR.
Come on, will you?