William John Granahan.
Mad with anger.
Then stick by the fiddle. And know if ever you are weary or ahungered or in want, ye need nivir look me for any help.
Shouts.
Out you go. Out. Don't dar one of you as much as till take his hand. Out. Out the same as the beggar man gone, wi' the curse of your father on you.
Robbie John goes toward back and stands a moment as if in silent appeal at the open door. Mrs. Granahan rushes forward to her husband as if to entreat mercy. He angrily puts her away.
Out. Out you go.
Curtain.