Sheela. Look at poor Sheamus. He is going over to her. (Sheamus gets up and goes over to her.)
Sheamus. Will you dance this reel with me, Oona, as soon as the piper is ready?
Hanrahan (rising up). I am Tumaus Hanrahan, and I am speaking now to Oona ni Regaun; and as she is willing to be talking to me, I will allow no living person to come between us.
Sheamus (without heeding Hanrahan). Will you not dance with me, Oona?
Hanrahan (savagely). Didn't I tell you now that it was to me Oona ni Regaun was talking? Leave that on the spot, you clown, and do not raise a disturbance here.
Sheamus. Oona——
Hanrahan (shouting). Leave that! (Sheamus goes away, and comes over to the two old women.)
Sheamus. Maurya Regaun, I am asking leave of you to throw that ill-mannerly, drunken vagabond out of the house. Myself and my two brothers will put him out if you will allow us; and when he's outside I'll settle with him.
Maurya. Sheamus, do not; I am afraid of him. That man has a curse they say that would split the trees.
Sheamus. I don't care if he had a curse that would overthrow the heavens; it is on me it will fall, and I defy him! If he were to kill me on the moment, I will not allow him to put his spells on Oona. Give me leave, Maurya.