The Playboy of the
some west; and by the will of God I've got you a decent man, Pegeen, you'll have no call to be spying after if you've a score of young girls, maybe, weeding in your fields.
PEGEEN, taking up the defence of her property.
What right have you to be making game of a poor fellow for minding the priest, when it's your own the fault is, not paying a penny pot-boy to stand along with me and give me courage in the doing of my work?
She snaps the coat away from him, and goes behind counter with it.
MICHAEL, taken aback.
Where would I get a pot-boy? Would you have me send the bell-man screaming in the streets of Castlebar?
SHAWN, opening the door a chink and putting in his head, in a small voice.
Michael James!
MICHAEL, imitating him.
What ails you?
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