Western World: Act iii
PHILLY.
Let you take it, Shaneen. You're the soberes of all that's here.
SHAWN.
Is it me to go near him, and he the wickedest and worst with me? Let you take it, Pegeen Mike.
PEGEEN.
Come on, so.
She goes forward with the others, and they drop the double hitch over his head.
CHRISTY.
What ails you?
SHAWN, triumphantly, as they pull the rope tight on his arms.
Come on to the peelers, till they stretch you now.
CHRISTY.
Me?
MICHAEL.
If we took pity on you the Lord God would, maybe, bring us ruin from the law to-day, so you'd best come easy, for hanging is an easy and a speedy end.
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