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Well, he’s dead, Mr. An’ lovers around her are psycock. MARY goes into room left? She runs to Mrs. His clothes are dingy, and he wears a faded seaman’s cap with a glazed peak.

Juno and the paycock / Sean O’Casey

Rapid steps are heard coming towards door r. I knew he was makin’ a fool of himself.

There’s a visitor comin’ with Mary in a minute, an’ he has great news for you. Ordher, ordher for the song. You can’t get blood out of a turnip, can you?


I never heard him usin’ a curse; I don’t believe he was ever dhrunk in patcock life — sure he’s not like a Christian at all! Two revolvers for Irbbqulabs. I want to forget Bentham, I want to forget that you left me — even for wnd while.

Are you goin’ to have your breakfast — yes or no? Go on, go on, march 1 Johnny. Whisht, Jack, don’t put it on, don’t put it on yet; this must be poor Mrs. What does it matter what has happened? I suppose you told him every- thing. Jerry turning and speaking viciously to Boyle. Joxer comes over to whidow o.

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No, I don’t want e’er a sewin’ machine! Oh, here you are at last! What ails you, Johnny? You don’t believe in ghosts, Mr. J ohnny goes hack to room L. Let anv kiss your hand, your little, tiny, white hand!

Take away this murdherin’ hate. A week before he died he sent for me to write his will for him. Boyle to Joxer r. A thundering knock is heard at the street door. Did he not say texg he done it for? The rest of my property to be divided between my first and second cousins. Boyle making no move.


Boyle, surprised and a little frightenedt sits on chair t l. And whatever even seems to exist separately from this Life- Breath, doesn’t really exist at all. Well, we’ll be off now. Goin’ to have a baby! Boyle roughly fulls him fast her to and fushes him towards door L.

She is ignorant, vulgar and forward, but her heart is generous withal. Bentham has to say, an’ then, maybe, you’ll change your opinion. Boyle who doesn’t know what he means. His cheeks, reddish-purple, are piffed out, as if he were always repressing an almost irrepressible ejaculation.

How is it oaycock news? Sure, I know — I was only sayin’.