WIDOW QUIN, shaking him, vehemently.
That's not your son. That's a man is going to make a marriage with the daughter of this house, a place with fine trade, with a licence, and with poteen too.
MAHON, amazed.
That man marrying a decent and a moneyed girl! Is it mad yous are? Is it in a crazy-house for females that I'm landed now?
WIDOW QUIN.
It's mad yourself is with the blow upon your head. That lad is the wonder of the Western World.
MAHON.
I seen it's my son.
WIDOW QUIN.
You seen that you're mad. (Cheering outside.) Do you hear them cheering him in the zig-zags of the road? Aren't you after saying that your son's a fool, and how would they be cheering a true idiot born?
MAHON, getting distressed.
It's maybe out of reason that that man's himself. (Cheering again.) There's none surely will go
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