Reprinted from "Seven Short Plays," by Lady Gregory, published by G. P. Putnam's
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THE WORKHOUSE WARD
A Play
By Lady Gregory
[Scene: A ward in Cloon Workhouse. The two old men in their beds.]
Michael Miskell. Isn't it a hard case, Mike McInerney, myself and yourself to be left here in the bed, and it the feast day of Saint Colman, and the rest of the ward attending on the Mass.
Mike McInerney. Is it sitting up by the hearth you are wishful to be, Michael Miskell, with cold in the shoulders and with speckled shins? Let you rise up so, and you well able to do it, not like myself that has pains the same as tin-tacks within in my inside.