WIDOW QUIN, gathering her shawl up.
Well, it's a terror to be aged a score. (To Christy.) God bless you now, young fellow, and let you be wary, or there's right torment will await you here if you go romancing with her like, and she waiting only, as they bade me say, on a sheepskin parchment to be wed with Shawn Keogh of Killakeen.
CHRISTY, going to Pegeen as she bolts door.
What's that she's after saying?
PEGEEN.
Lies and blather, you've no call to mind. Well, isn't Shawn Keogh an impudent fellow to send up spying on me? Wait till I lay hands on him. Let him wait, I'm saying.
CHRISTY.
And you’re not wedding him at all?
PEGEEN.
I wouldn't wed him if a bishop came walking for to join us here.
CHRISTY.
That God in glory may be thanked for that.
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