Western World: Act iii
SHAWN, shrieking.
My leg's bit on me. He's the like of a mad dog, I'm thinking, the way that I will surely die.
CHRISTY, delighted with himself.
You will, then, the way you can shake out hell's flags of welcome for my coming in two weeks or three, for I'm thinking Satan hasn't many have killed their da in Kerry, and in Mayo, too.
Old Mahon comes in behind on all fours and looks on unnoticed.
MEN, to Pegeen.
Bring the sod, will you?
PEGEEN, coming over.
God help him so. (Burns his leg.)
CHRISTY, kicking and screaming.
O, glory be to God!
He kicks loose from the table, and they all drag him towards the door.
JIMMY, seeing old Mahon.
Will you look what's come in?
They all drop Christy and run left.
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