Celia: (Who has put in her hand.) O what is
that? It has hurt me!
Conan: A nail sticking up out of the floor.
Celia: (Jumping up with a cry.) It's a crow!
A great big wicked black crow!
Conan: If it is let you leave it there.
Celia: (Weeping.) I'm certain sure it has my
pigeon killed and ate!
Conan: To be so doleful after a pigeon! You
haven't a stim of sense!
Celia: It was you gave it leave to do that!
Conan: Stop your whimpering and blubbering!
What way can I settle the world and I being
harassed and hampered with such a contrary class!
I give you my word I have a mind to change
myself into a ravenous beast will kill and devour ye
all! That much would be no sin when it would be
according to my nature. (Sings or chants.)
"On Clontarf he like a lion fell,
Thousands plunged in their own gore;