_] No, I have
something
to ask you.
Yeats
But every one has listened to you, every one
has learned the truth. You have had your last disputation.
ANOTHER.
What a fool you made of that monk in the market-place! He had not a
word to say.
WISE MAN.
[_Comes from his desk and stands among them in the
middle of the room. _]
Pupils, dear friends, I have deceived you all this time. It was I
myself who was ignorant. There is a God. There is a Heaven. There is
fire that passes, and there is fire that lasts for ever.
[_TEIG, through all this, is sitting on a stool by the
door, reckoning on his fingers what he will buy with
his money. _
A YOUNG MAN [_to _Another_].
He will not be satisfied till we dispute with him. [_To the WISE MAN. _]
Prove it, Master. Have you seen them?
WISE MAN [_in a low, solemn voice_].
Just now, before you came in, someone came to the door, and when I
looked up I saw an angel standing there.
A YOUNG MAN.
You were in a dream. Anybody can see an angel in his dreams.
WISE MAN.
Oh, my God! It was not a dream! I was awake, waking as I am now. I tell
you I was awake as I am now.
A YOUNG MAN.
Some dream when they are awake, but they are the crazy, and who would
believe what they say? Forgive me, Master, but that is what you taught
me to say. That is what you said to the monk when he spoke of the
visions of the saints and the martyrs.
ANOTHER YOUNG MAN.
You see how well we remember your teaching.
WISE MAN.
Out, out from my sight! I want someone with belief. I must find that
grain the Angel spoke of before I die. I tell you I must find it, and
you answer me with arguments. Out with you, out of my sight!
[_The _Young Men_ laugh. _
A YOUNG MAN.
How well he plays at faith! He is like the monk when he had nothing
more to say.
WISE MAN.
Out, out! This is no time for laughter! Out with you, though you are a
king's son!
[_They begin to hurry out. _
A YOUNG MAN.
Come, come; he wants us to find someone who will dispute with him.
[_All go out. _
WISE MAN.
[_Alone; he goes to the door at the side. _]
I will call my wife. She will believe; women always believe. [_He opens
the door and calls. _] Bridget! Bridget! [_BRIDGET comes in wearing her
apron, her sleeves turned up from her floury arms. _] Bridget, tell me
the truth; do not say what you think will please me. Do you sometimes
say your prayers?
BRIDGET.
Prayers! No, you taught me to leave them off long ago. At first I was
sorry, but I am glad now for I am sleepy in the evenings.
WISE MAN.
But do you not believe in God?
BRIDGET.
Oh, a good wife only believes what her husband tells her!
WISE MAN.
But sometimes when you are alone, when I am in the school and the
children asleep, do you not think about the saints, about the things
you used to believe in? What do you think of when you are alone?
BRIDGET [_considering_].
I think about nothing. Sometimes I wonder if the linen is bleaching
white, or I go out to see if the crows are picking up the chickens'
food.
WISE MAN.
Oh, what can I do! Is there nobody who believes he can never die? I
must go and find somebody! [_He goes towards the door, but stops with
his eyes fixed on the hour-glass. _] I cannot go out; I cannot leave
that. Go, and call my pupils again. I will make them understand. I will
say to them that only amid spiritual terror, or only when all that
laid hold on life is shaken can we see truth. There is something in
Plato, but--no, do not call them. They would answer as I have bid.
BRIDGET.
You want somebody to get up an argument with.
WISE MAN.
Oh, look out of the door and tell me if there is anybody there in the
street. I cannot leave this glass; somebody might shake it! Then the
sand would fall more quickly.
BRIDGET.
I don't understand what you are saying. [_Looks out. _] There is a great
crowd of people talking to your pupils.
WISE MAN.
Oh, run out, Bridget, and see if they have found somebody that all the
time I was teaching understood nothing or did not listen!
BRIDGET.
[_Wiping her arms in her apron and pulling down her
sleeves. _]
It's a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must be
always having arguments. [_Goes out and shouts through the kitchen
door. _] Don't be meddling with the bread, children, while I'm out.
WISE MAN [_kneels down_].
'_Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti beatae Mariae . . . _' I have forgotten it all.
It is thirty years since I have said a prayer. I must pray in the
common tongue, like a clown begging in the market, like Teig the Fool!
[_He prays. _] Help me, Father, Son, and Spirit!
[_BRIDGET enters, followed by the FOOL, who is holding
out his hat to her. _
FOOL.
Give me something; give me a penny to buy bacon in the shops, and nuts
in the market, and strong drink for the time when the sun grows weak.
BRIDGET.
I have no pennies. [_To the WISE MAN. _] Your pupils cannot find anybody
to argue with you. There is nobody in the whole country who has enough
belief to fill a pipe with since you put down the monk. Can't you be
quiet now and not always wanting to have arguments? It must be terrible
to have a mind like that.
WISE MAN.
I am lost! I am lost!
BRIDGET.
Leave me alone now; I have to make the bread for you and the children.
WISE MAN.
Out of this, woman, out of this, I say! [_BRIDGET goes through the
kitchen door. _] Will nobody find a way to help me! But she spoke of my
children. I had forgotten them. They will believe. It is only those who
have reason that doubt; the young are full of faith. Bridget, Bridget,
send my children to me.
BRIDGET [_inside_].
Your father wants you; run to him now.
[_The two CHILDREN come in. They stand together a
little way from the threshold of the kitchen door,
looking timidly at their father. _
WISE MAN.
Children, what do you believe? Is there a Heaven? Is there a Hell? Is
there a Purgatory?
FIRST CHILD.
We haven't forgotten, father.
THE OTHER CHILD.
O no, father. [_They both speak together as if in school. _] There is
nothing we cannot see; there is nothing we cannot touch.
FIRST CHILD.
Foolish people used to think that there was, but you are very learned
and you have taught us better.
WISE MAN.
You are just as bad as the others, just as bad as the others! Do not
run away, come back to me! [_The CHILDREN begin to cry and run away. _]
Why are you afraid? I will teach you better--no, I will never teach you
again. Go to your mother! no, she will not be able to teach them. . . .
Help them, O God! . . . The grains are going very quickly. There is very
little sand in the uppermost glass. Somebody will come for me in a
moment; perhaps he is at the door now! All creatures that have reason
doubt. O that the grass and the plants could speak! Somebody has said
that they would wither if they doubted. O speak to me, O grass blades!
O fingers of God's certainty, speak to me! You are millions and you
will not speak. I dare not know the moment the messenger will come for
me. I will cover the glass. [_He covers it and brings it to the desk.
Sees the FOOL, who is sitting by the door playing with some flowers
which he has stuck in his hat. He has begun to blow a dandelion-head. _]
What are you doing?
FOOL.
Wait a moment. [_He blows. _] Four, five, six.
WISE MAN.
What are you doing that for?
FOOL.
I am blowing at the dandelion to find out what time it is.
WISE MAN.
You have heard everything! That is why you want to find out what hour
it is! You are waiting to see them coming through the door to carry me
away. [_FOOL goes on blowing. _] Out through the door with you! I will
have no one here when they come. [_He seizes the FOOL by the shoulders,
and begins to force him out through the door, then suddenly changes his
mind.
_] No, I have something to ask you. [_He drags him back into the
room. _] Is there a Heaven? Is there a Hell? Is there a Purgatory?
FOOL.
So you ask me now. When you were asking your pupils, I said to myself,
if he would ask Teig the Fool, Teig could tell him all about it, for
Teig has learned all about it when he has been cutting the nets.
WISE MAN.
Tell me; tell me!
FOOL.
I said, Teig knows everything. Not even the cats or the hares that milk
the cows have Teig's wisdom. But Teig will not speak; he says nothing.
WISE MAN.
Tell me, tell me! For under the cover the grains are falling, and when
they are all fallen I shall die; and my soul will be lost if I have not
found somebody that believes! Speak, speak!
FOOL [_looking wise_].
No, no, I won't tell you what is in my mind, and I won't tell you what
is in my bag. You might steal away my thoughts. I met a bodach on the
road yesterday, and he said, 'Teig, tell me how many pennies are in
your bag; I will wager three pennies that there are not twenty pennies
in your bag; let me put in my hand and count them. ' But I pulled the
strings tighter, like this; and when I go to sleep every night I hide
the bag where no one knows.
WISE MAN.
[_Goes towards the hour-glass as if to uncover it. _]
No, no, I have not the courage. [_He kneels. _] Have pity upon me, Fool,
and tell me!
FOOL.
Ah! Now, that is different. I am not afraid of you now. But I must come
nearer to you; somebody in there might hear what the Angel said.
WISE MAN.
Oh, what did the Angel tell you?
FOOL.
Once I was alone on the hills, and an angel came by and he said, 'Teig
the Fool, do not forget the Three Fires; the Fire that punishes, the
Fire that purifies, and the Fire wherein the soul rejoices for ever! '
WISE MAN.
He believes! I am saved! The sand has run out. . . . [_FOOL helps him to
his chair. _] I am going from the country of the seven wandering stars,
and I am going to the country of the fixed stars! I understand it all
now. One sinks in on God; we do not see the truth; God sees the truth
in us. Ring the bell. They are coming. Tell them, Fool, that when the
life and the mind are broken the truth comes through them like peas
through a broken peascod. Pray, Fool, that they may be given a sign and
carry their souls alive out of the dying world. Your prayers are better
than mine.
[_FOOL bows his head. WISE MAN'S head sinks on his arm
on the books. PUPILS are heard singing as before, but
now they come right on to the stage before they cease
their song. _
A YOUNG MAN.
Look at the Fool turned bell-ringer!
ANOTHER.
What have you called us in for, Teig? What are you going to tell us?
ANOTHER.
No wonder he has had dreams! See, he is fast asleep now. [_Goes over
and touches him. _] Oh, he is dead!
FOOL.
Do not stir! He asked for a sign that you might be saved. [_All are
silent for a moment. _] . . . Look what has come from his mouth . . . a
little winged thing . . . a little shining thing. . . . It is gone to the
door. [_The ANGEL appears in the doorway, stretches out her hands and
closes them again. _] The Angel has taken it in her hands. . . . She will
open her hands in the Garden of Paradise. [_They all kneel. _
CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN
_PERSONS IN THE PLAY_
PETER GILLANE
MICHAEL GILLANE, _his Son, going to be married_
PATRICK GILLANE, _a lad of twelve, Michael's Brother_
BRIDGET GILLANE, _Peter's Wife_
DELIA CAHEL, _engaged to Michael_
THE POOR OLD WOMAN
Neighbours
CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN
_Interior of a cottage close to Killala, in 1798.
BRIDGET is standing at a table undoing a parcel. PETER
is sitting at one side of the fire, PATRICK at the
other. _
PETER.
What is that sound I hear?
PATRICK.
I don't hear anything. [_He listens. _] I hear it now. It's like
cheering. [_He goes to the window and looks out. _] I wonder what they
are cheering about. I don't see anybody.
PETER.
It might be a hurling.
PATRICK.
There's no hurling to-day. It must be down in the town the cheering is.
BRIDGET.
I suppose the boys must be having some sport of their own. Come over
here, Peter, and look at Michael's wedding-clothes.
PETER [_shifts his chair to table_].
Those are grand clothes, indeed.
BRIDGET.
You hadn't clothes like that when you married me, and no coat to put on
of a Sunday more than any other day.
PETER.
That is true, indeed. We never thought a son of our own would be
wearing a suit of that sort for his wedding, or have so good a place to
bring a wife to.
PATRICK [_who is still at the window_].
There's an old woman coming down the road. I don't know is it here she
is coming?
BRIDGET.
It will be a neighbour coming to hear about Michael's wedding. Can you
see who it is?
PATRICK.
I think it is a stranger, but she's not coming to the house. She's
turned into the gap that goes down where Murteen and his sons are
shearing sheep. [_He turns towards BRIDGET. _] Do you remember what
Winny of the Cross Roads was saying the other night about the strange
woman that goes through the country whatever time there's war or
trouble coming?
BRIDGET.
Don't be bothering us about Winny's talk, but go and open the door for
your brother. I hear him coming up the path.
PETER.
I hope he has brought Delia's fortune with him safe, for fear her
people might go back on the bargain and I after making it. Trouble
enough I had making it.
[_PATRICK opens the door and MICHAEL comes in. _
BRIDGET.
What kept you, Michael? We were looking out for you this long time.
MICHAEL.
I went round by the priest's house to bid him be ready to marry us
to-morrow.
BRIDGET.
Did he say anything?
MICHAEL.
He said it was a very nice match, and that he was never better pleased
to marry any two in his parish than myself and Delia Cahel.
PETER.
Have you got the fortune, Michael?
MICHAEL.
Here it is.
[_MICHAEL puts bag on table and goes over and leans
against chimney-jamb. BRIDGET, who has been all this
time examining the clothes, pulling the seams and
trying the lining of the pockets, etc. , puts the
clothes on the dresser. _
PETER.
[_Getting up and taking the bag in his hand and turning
out the money. _]
Yes, I made the bargain well for you, Michael. Old John Cahel would
sooner have kept a share of this a while longer. 'Let me keep the half
of it until the first boy is born,' says he. 'You will not,' says I.
'Whether there is or is not a boy, the whole hundred pounds must be in
Michael's hands before he brings your daughter to the house. ' The wife
spoke to him then, and he gave in at the end.
BRIDGET.
You seem well pleased to be handling the money, Peter.
PETER.
Indeed, I wish I had had the luck to get a hundred pounds, or twenty
pounds itself, with the wife I married.
BRIDGET.
Well, if I didn't bring much I didn't get much. What had you the day I
married you but a flock of hens and you feeding them, and a few lambs
and you driving them to the market at Ballina. [_She is vexed and bangs
a jug on the dresser. _] If I brought no fortune I worked it out in my
bones, laying down the baby, Michael that is standing there now, on a
stook of straw, while I dug the potatoes, and never asking big dresses
or anything but to be working.
PETER.
That is true, indeed. [_He pats her arm. _
BRIDGET.
Leave me alone now till I ready the house for the woman that is to come
into it.
PETER.
You are the best woman in Ireland, but money is good, too. [_He begins
handling the money again and sits down. _] I never thought to see so
much money within my four walls. We can do great things now we have
it. We can take the ten acres of land we have a chance of since Jamsie
Dempsey died, and stock it. We will go to the fair of Ballina to buy
the stock. Did Delia ask any of the money for her own use, Michael?
MICHAEL.
She did not, indeed. She did not seem to take much notice of it, or to
look at it at all.
BRIDGET.
That's no wonder. Why would she look at it when she had yourself to
look at, a fine, strong young man? it is proud she must be to get you;
a good steady boy that will make use of the money, and not be running
through it or spending it on drink like another.
PETER.
It's likely Michael himself was not thinking much of the fortune
either, but of what sort the girl was to look at.
MICHAEL [_coming over towards the table_].
Well, you would like a nice comely girl to be beside you, and to go
walking with you. The fortune only lasts for a while, but the woman
will be there always.
PATRICK [_turning round from the window_].
They are cheering again down in the town. Maybe they are landing horses
from Enniscrone. They do be cheering when the horses take the water
well.
MICHAEL.
There are no horses in it.
has learned the truth. You have had your last disputation.
ANOTHER.
What a fool you made of that monk in the market-place! He had not a
word to say.
WISE MAN.
[_Comes from his desk and stands among them in the
middle of the room. _]
Pupils, dear friends, I have deceived you all this time. It was I
myself who was ignorant. There is a God. There is a Heaven. There is
fire that passes, and there is fire that lasts for ever.
[_TEIG, through all this, is sitting on a stool by the
door, reckoning on his fingers what he will buy with
his money. _
A YOUNG MAN [_to _Another_].
He will not be satisfied till we dispute with him. [_To the WISE MAN. _]
Prove it, Master. Have you seen them?
WISE MAN [_in a low, solemn voice_].
Just now, before you came in, someone came to the door, and when I
looked up I saw an angel standing there.
A YOUNG MAN.
You were in a dream. Anybody can see an angel in his dreams.
WISE MAN.
Oh, my God! It was not a dream! I was awake, waking as I am now. I tell
you I was awake as I am now.
A YOUNG MAN.
Some dream when they are awake, but they are the crazy, and who would
believe what they say? Forgive me, Master, but that is what you taught
me to say. That is what you said to the monk when he spoke of the
visions of the saints and the martyrs.
ANOTHER YOUNG MAN.
You see how well we remember your teaching.
WISE MAN.
Out, out from my sight! I want someone with belief. I must find that
grain the Angel spoke of before I die. I tell you I must find it, and
you answer me with arguments. Out with you, out of my sight!
[_The _Young Men_ laugh. _
A YOUNG MAN.
How well he plays at faith! He is like the monk when he had nothing
more to say.
WISE MAN.
Out, out! This is no time for laughter! Out with you, though you are a
king's son!
[_They begin to hurry out. _
A YOUNG MAN.
Come, come; he wants us to find someone who will dispute with him.
[_All go out. _
WISE MAN.
[_Alone; he goes to the door at the side. _]
I will call my wife. She will believe; women always believe. [_He opens
the door and calls. _] Bridget! Bridget! [_BRIDGET comes in wearing her
apron, her sleeves turned up from her floury arms. _] Bridget, tell me
the truth; do not say what you think will please me. Do you sometimes
say your prayers?
BRIDGET.
Prayers! No, you taught me to leave them off long ago. At first I was
sorry, but I am glad now for I am sleepy in the evenings.
WISE MAN.
But do you not believe in God?
BRIDGET.
Oh, a good wife only believes what her husband tells her!
WISE MAN.
But sometimes when you are alone, when I am in the school and the
children asleep, do you not think about the saints, about the things
you used to believe in? What do you think of when you are alone?
BRIDGET [_considering_].
I think about nothing. Sometimes I wonder if the linen is bleaching
white, or I go out to see if the crows are picking up the chickens'
food.
WISE MAN.
Oh, what can I do! Is there nobody who believes he can never die? I
must go and find somebody! [_He goes towards the door, but stops with
his eyes fixed on the hour-glass. _] I cannot go out; I cannot leave
that. Go, and call my pupils again. I will make them understand. I will
say to them that only amid spiritual terror, or only when all that
laid hold on life is shaken can we see truth. There is something in
Plato, but--no, do not call them. They would answer as I have bid.
BRIDGET.
You want somebody to get up an argument with.
WISE MAN.
Oh, look out of the door and tell me if there is anybody there in the
street. I cannot leave this glass; somebody might shake it! Then the
sand would fall more quickly.
BRIDGET.
I don't understand what you are saying. [_Looks out. _] There is a great
crowd of people talking to your pupils.
WISE MAN.
Oh, run out, Bridget, and see if they have found somebody that all the
time I was teaching understood nothing or did not listen!
BRIDGET.
[_Wiping her arms in her apron and pulling down her
sleeves. _]
It's a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must be
always having arguments. [_Goes out and shouts through the kitchen
door. _] Don't be meddling with the bread, children, while I'm out.
WISE MAN [_kneels down_].
'_Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti beatae Mariae . . . _' I have forgotten it all.
It is thirty years since I have said a prayer. I must pray in the
common tongue, like a clown begging in the market, like Teig the Fool!
[_He prays. _] Help me, Father, Son, and Spirit!
[_BRIDGET enters, followed by the FOOL, who is holding
out his hat to her. _
FOOL.
Give me something; give me a penny to buy bacon in the shops, and nuts
in the market, and strong drink for the time when the sun grows weak.
BRIDGET.
I have no pennies. [_To the WISE MAN. _] Your pupils cannot find anybody
to argue with you. There is nobody in the whole country who has enough
belief to fill a pipe with since you put down the monk. Can't you be
quiet now and not always wanting to have arguments? It must be terrible
to have a mind like that.
WISE MAN.
I am lost! I am lost!
BRIDGET.
Leave me alone now; I have to make the bread for you and the children.
WISE MAN.
Out of this, woman, out of this, I say! [_BRIDGET goes through the
kitchen door. _] Will nobody find a way to help me! But she spoke of my
children. I had forgotten them. They will believe. It is only those who
have reason that doubt; the young are full of faith. Bridget, Bridget,
send my children to me.
BRIDGET [_inside_].
Your father wants you; run to him now.
[_The two CHILDREN come in. They stand together a
little way from the threshold of the kitchen door,
looking timidly at their father. _
WISE MAN.
Children, what do you believe? Is there a Heaven? Is there a Hell? Is
there a Purgatory?
FIRST CHILD.
We haven't forgotten, father.
THE OTHER CHILD.
O no, father. [_They both speak together as if in school. _] There is
nothing we cannot see; there is nothing we cannot touch.
FIRST CHILD.
Foolish people used to think that there was, but you are very learned
and you have taught us better.
WISE MAN.
You are just as bad as the others, just as bad as the others! Do not
run away, come back to me! [_The CHILDREN begin to cry and run away. _]
Why are you afraid? I will teach you better--no, I will never teach you
again. Go to your mother! no, she will not be able to teach them. . . .
Help them, O God! . . . The grains are going very quickly. There is very
little sand in the uppermost glass. Somebody will come for me in a
moment; perhaps he is at the door now! All creatures that have reason
doubt. O that the grass and the plants could speak! Somebody has said
that they would wither if they doubted. O speak to me, O grass blades!
O fingers of God's certainty, speak to me! You are millions and you
will not speak. I dare not know the moment the messenger will come for
me. I will cover the glass. [_He covers it and brings it to the desk.
Sees the FOOL, who is sitting by the door playing with some flowers
which he has stuck in his hat. He has begun to blow a dandelion-head. _]
What are you doing?
FOOL.
Wait a moment. [_He blows. _] Four, five, six.
WISE MAN.
What are you doing that for?
FOOL.
I am blowing at the dandelion to find out what time it is.
WISE MAN.
You have heard everything! That is why you want to find out what hour
it is! You are waiting to see them coming through the door to carry me
away. [_FOOL goes on blowing. _] Out through the door with you! I will
have no one here when they come. [_He seizes the FOOL by the shoulders,
and begins to force him out through the door, then suddenly changes his
mind.
_] No, I have something to ask you. [_He drags him back into the
room. _] Is there a Heaven? Is there a Hell? Is there a Purgatory?
FOOL.
So you ask me now. When you were asking your pupils, I said to myself,
if he would ask Teig the Fool, Teig could tell him all about it, for
Teig has learned all about it when he has been cutting the nets.
WISE MAN.
Tell me; tell me!
FOOL.
I said, Teig knows everything. Not even the cats or the hares that milk
the cows have Teig's wisdom. But Teig will not speak; he says nothing.
WISE MAN.
Tell me, tell me! For under the cover the grains are falling, and when
they are all fallen I shall die; and my soul will be lost if I have not
found somebody that believes! Speak, speak!
FOOL [_looking wise_].
No, no, I won't tell you what is in my mind, and I won't tell you what
is in my bag. You might steal away my thoughts. I met a bodach on the
road yesterday, and he said, 'Teig, tell me how many pennies are in
your bag; I will wager three pennies that there are not twenty pennies
in your bag; let me put in my hand and count them. ' But I pulled the
strings tighter, like this; and when I go to sleep every night I hide
the bag where no one knows.
WISE MAN.
[_Goes towards the hour-glass as if to uncover it. _]
No, no, I have not the courage. [_He kneels. _] Have pity upon me, Fool,
and tell me!
FOOL.
Ah! Now, that is different. I am not afraid of you now. But I must come
nearer to you; somebody in there might hear what the Angel said.
WISE MAN.
Oh, what did the Angel tell you?
FOOL.
Once I was alone on the hills, and an angel came by and he said, 'Teig
the Fool, do not forget the Three Fires; the Fire that punishes, the
Fire that purifies, and the Fire wherein the soul rejoices for ever! '
WISE MAN.
He believes! I am saved! The sand has run out. . . . [_FOOL helps him to
his chair. _] I am going from the country of the seven wandering stars,
and I am going to the country of the fixed stars! I understand it all
now. One sinks in on God; we do not see the truth; God sees the truth
in us. Ring the bell. They are coming. Tell them, Fool, that when the
life and the mind are broken the truth comes through them like peas
through a broken peascod. Pray, Fool, that they may be given a sign and
carry their souls alive out of the dying world. Your prayers are better
than mine.
[_FOOL bows his head. WISE MAN'S head sinks on his arm
on the books. PUPILS are heard singing as before, but
now they come right on to the stage before they cease
their song. _
A YOUNG MAN.
Look at the Fool turned bell-ringer!
ANOTHER.
What have you called us in for, Teig? What are you going to tell us?
ANOTHER.
No wonder he has had dreams! See, he is fast asleep now. [_Goes over
and touches him. _] Oh, he is dead!
FOOL.
Do not stir! He asked for a sign that you might be saved. [_All are
silent for a moment. _] . . . Look what has come from his mouth . . . a
little winged thing . . . a little shining thing. . . . It is gone to the
door. [_The ANGEL appears in the doorway, stretches out her hands and
closes them again. _] The Angel has taken it in her hands. . . . She will
open her hands in the Garden of Paradise. [_They all kneel. _
CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN
_PERSONS IN THE PLAY_
PETER GILLANE
MICHAEL GILLANE, _his Son, going to be married_
PATRICK GILLANE, _a lad of twelve, Michael's Brother_
BRIDGET GILLANE, _Peter's Wife_
DELIA CAHEL, _engaged to Michael_
THE POOR OLD WOMAN
Neighbours
CATHLEEN NI HOULIHAN
_Interior of a cottage close to Killala, in 1798.
BRIDGET is standing at a table undoing a parcel. PETER
is sitting at one side of the fire, PATRICK at the
other. _
PETER.
What is that sound I hear?
PATRICK.
I don't hear anything. [_He listens. _] I hear it now. It's like
cheering. [_He goes to the window and looks out. _] I wonder what they
are cheering about. I don't see anybody.
PETER.
It might be a hurling.
PATRICK.
There's no hurling to-day. It must be down in the town the cheering is.
BRIDGET.
I suppose the boys must be having some sport of their own. Come over
here, Peter, and look at Michael's wedding-clothes.
PETER [_shifts his chair to table_].
Those are grand clothes, indeed.
BRIDGET.
You hadn't clothes like that when you married me, and no coat to put on
of a Sunday more than any other day.
PETER.
That is true, indeed. We never thought a son of our own would be
wearing a suit of that sort for his wedding, or have so good a place to
bring a wife to.
PATRICK [_who is still at the window_].
There's an old woman coming down the road. I don't know is it here she
is coming?
BRIDGET.
It will be a neighbour coming to hear about Michael's wedding. Can you
see who it is?
PATRICK.
I think it is a stranger, but she's not coming to the house. She's
turned into the gap that goes down where Murteen and his sons are
shearing sheep. [_He turns towards BRIDGET. _] Do you remember what
Winny of the Cross Roads was saying the other night about the strange
woman that goes through the country whatever time there's war or
trouble coming?
BRIDGET.
Don't be bothering us about Winny's talk, but go and open the door for
your brother. I hear him coming up the path.
PETER.
I hope he has brought Delia's fortune with him safe, for fear her
people might go back on the bargain and I after making it. Trouble
enough I had making it.
[_PATRICK opens the door and MICHAEL comes in. _
BRIDGET.
What kept you, Michael? We were looking out for you this long time.
MICHAEL.
I went round by the priest's house to bid him be ready to marry us
to-morrow.
BRIDGET.
Did he say anything?
MICHAEL.
He said it was a very nice match, and that he was never better pleased
to marry any two in his parish than myself and Delia Cahel.
PETER.
Have you got the fortune, Michael?
MICHAEL.
Here it is.
[_MICHAEL puts bag on table and goes over and leans
against chimney-jamb. BRIDGET, who has been all this
time examining the clothes, pulling the seams and
trying the lining of the pockets, etc. , puts the
clothes on the dresser. _
PETER.
[_Getting up and taking the bag in his hand and turning
out the money. _]
Yes, I made the bargain well for you, Michael. Old John Cahel would
sooner have kept a share of this a while longer. 'Let me keep the half
of it until the first boy is born,' says he. 'You will not,' says I.
'Whether there is or is not a boy, the whole hundred pounds must be in
Michael's hands before he brings your daughter to the house. ' The wife
spoke to him then, and he gave in at the end.
BRIDGET.
You seem well pleased to be handling the money, Peter.
PETER.
Indeed, I wish I had had the luck to get a hundred pounds, or twenty
pounds itself, with the wife I married.
BRIDGET.
Well, if I didn't bring much I didn't get much. What had you the day I
married you but a flock of hens and you feeding them, and a few lambs
and you driving them to the market at Ballina. [_She is vexed and bangs
a jug on the dresser. _] If I brought no fortune I worked it out in my
bones, laying down the baby, Michael that is standing there now, on a
stook of straw, while I dug the potatoes, and never asking big dresses
or anything but to be working.
PETER.
That is true, indeed. [_He pats her arm. _
BRIDGET.
Leave me alone now till I ready the house for the woman that is to come
into it.
PETER.
You are the best woman in Ireland, but money is good, too. [_He begins
handling the money again and sits down. _] I never thought to see so
much money within my four walls. We can do great things now we have
it. We can take the ten acres of land we have a chance of since Jamsie
Dempsey died, and stock it. We will go to the fair of Ballina to buy
the stock. Did Delia ask any of the money for her own use, Michael?
MICHAEL.
She did not, indeed. She did not seem to take much notice of it, or to
look at it at all.
BRIDGET.
That's no wonder. Why would she look at it when she had yourself to
look at, a fine, strong young man? it is proud she must be to get you;
a good steady boy that will make use of the money, and not be running
through it or spending it on drink like another.
PETER.
It's likely Michael himself was not thinking much of the fortune
either, but of what sort the girl was to look at.
MICHAEL [_coming over towards the table_].
Well, you would like a nice comely girl to be beside you, and to go
walking with you. The fortune only lasts for a while, but the woman
will be there always.
PATRICK [_turning round from the window_].
They are cheering again down in the town. Maybe they are landing horses
from Enniscrone. They do be cheering when the horses take the water
well.
MICHAEL.
There are no horses in it.
