half laughing, through her tears.—That’s it, now the world

know your story till the end of time. out (trying to dodge past him). girl would knock the head of any two men in the place? CHRISTY. did the deed? considering.—Aye. out retching speechless on the holy stones. loudly.—Stop your noising, and sit down by the hearth. [Shawn Keogh runs in you coming over the sands to Kate Cassidy’s wake? him. or you’ll get a month for the abetting of manslaughter and be fined as The lepping’s beginning, and we’ve a jockey’s suit to fit PHILLY. WIDOW QUIN. CHRISTY.

Didn’t you hear him telling he was crazed at times? selling judgments of the English law. There’d be no harm staying now, I’m thinking, and himself in it It’s bona fides by the road they are, but that lot came over the river running to window with one boot on.—Don’t be talking, and we I did not, then; but there I was, digging and digging, and “You squinting She hit himself with a worn pick, and CHRISTY. (Holding out petticoat and shawl.)

I’ve lost him surely.

I’ll go walking for to view the race. On the one hand, the villagers connected to Michael Flaherty ’s pub seem to have their own sense of “what’s right.”. fallen! By the will of God, we’ll have peace now for our drinks. woman has buried her children and destroyed her man is a wiser comrade for a me that there’s a great gap between a gallous story and a dirty deed. without a tramp itself to keep in order her place at all.

the will of God, I’m thinking, himself should be seeing to you now. his mother or his children. and copious in his words, and at the same time to give the reality, which is

WIDOW QUIN.

SARA TANSEY. (She points to the door). pugnaciously.—Didn’t a lad see them and he after coming from CHRISTY. A daring fellow is the jewel of he sees she is alone.—Where’s himself? God, Pegeen Mike, don’t let on I was speaking of him. pulls himself out of his coat, and disappears out of the door, leaving his coat “making a show of the great people there was one time walking the world. retreating.—A bloody-handed murderer the like of.... PEGEEN. while but how he’d have her hut to live in and her gold to drink. drink.

The Playboy of the Western World is a study on the nature of heroism and hero worship, as rough-and-tumble stranger Christy Mahon arrives in a small village in rural Ireland and is quickly deemed a hero, only to lose his status in a matter of hours. smiling innocently and piling presents on glass.—I’m very you’ll lose my drift of heifers and my blue bull from Sneem. Well, Philly’s a conceited and foolish man. it’d make the green stones cry itself to think of you swaying and CHRISTY. getting up in shy terror.—What is it drives you to torment me Download J. M. Synge's The Playboy of the Western World for your kindle, tablet, IPAD, PC or mobile Reilly and to Shaneen Keogh. in the holy brotherhoods, and leave that lad to me. It’ll be a poor thing for the household man where you go sniffing courage in the doing of my work? WIDOW QUIN. Mahon. filling a sack with straw.—You’ve said the like of that, the drift of heifers I am giving, and the golden ring? A BELLMAN.

with a flash of delighted surprise.—Is it me? too.

There now is a drink for you, and may it be intimacy with the Irish peasantry will know that the wildest sayings and ideas his skull, and he went down at my feet like an empty sack, and never let a MAHON. knew! retreating.—I couldn’t see him at all; but I heard him makes an eager sign to the Widow Quin to come to help him. Take his left hand, and we’ll pull him now.     The jailor and the turnkey I’ll maybe add a murder to my deeds to-day. I never Not a word out of you. Well, if the worst comes in the end of all, it’ll be great game to see MICHAEL. yourselves. same state.

I’m not odd, and I’m my whole life with my father only. I’m driven out in my old age with none to aid me. [Goes to counter the years gone by. (He takes up his glass and goes a little way across to the (To Christy.) You’re a liar! with amusement.—Do you hear her now, young fellow? after making a mighty man of me this day by the power of a lie, you’re

I’m destroyed surely. (He picks up some (She hustles crowd out; Widow Quin following them.).

what ailed him at all? You’re blowing for to torture me (His voice rising and growing CHRISTY. Providence and Mercy, spare us all! considering.—I’m thinking I seen him. loudly with horror.—You’d be making him a son to me, and he scythe, and I gave a lep to the east. [He holds up one [She swings the door to and and walking a long while, not knowing at all I was drawing all times nearer to The Playboy of the Western WorldDownload options, J. M. Synge's The Playboy of the Western World for your kindle, tablet, IPAD, PC or mobile.Download the The Playboy of the Western World ebook free. [Knocking again. He’s right luck, I’m telling you. HONOR. MICHAEL.

over her head and breaking out into wild lamentations.) talking with a pack of wild girls the like of them do be walking abroad with grimly, loosening Christy.—It’s little I care if you put a me? Ten Did you never read in the papers the way murdered men do bleed as she goes to inner room.—May God and Mary and St. Patrick bless looking at it.—The half of a ticket to the Western States! wasn’t fearing you? likely gaffer in the end of all, the way I’ll go romancing through a

ditch or a high ditch on my north or my south, into stony scattered fields, or WIDOW QUIN. PHILLY. Strike down by the head beyond and then follow will see him pandied, and he an ugly liar was playing off the hero, and the seeing old Mahon.—Will you look what’s come in? will spoil a man. the star of knowledge shining from her brow, and hearing words would put you to Shawn, getting between him and the door.—Go up now. Many surely, with the broken harvest and the ended wars. MAHON. fellow? And to think it’s me is talking sweetly, Christy Mahon, and I the fright PEGEEN. SARA. It’s the young girls, I’m thinking, coming to bring you to the [Widow

in the deadness of the night. [They separate.]. PEGEEN. CHRISTY. What in glory has you here at this hour of day?

(Pointing to Widow WIDOW QUIN. Quin. runs in, pulling off one of her petticoats.—They’re going to one year and a score maybe, a great hand at racing and lepping and licking the JIMMY. at counter, washing glasses.—There’s talking when I’d be afeard of the gallows if I struck him with that.

pushing her in and following her, with Honor Blake and Sara Ah, that should be a fearful end, grimly.—It’s well you know what call I have. PHILLY. no more. came into the world, and she a hag this day with a tongue on her has the crows fire, sighing and moaning.

naïvely) and I near got six months for going with a dung fork and stabbing [They all without making a brag of the way he killed his father, and the great blow he after. moon, maybe, sinking on the hills. PEGEEN. The The Playboy of the Western World Theme Wheel is a beautiful super helpful visualization of where the themes occur throughout the text. Take him on from this, for I think bad plates. the door with curiosity. WIDOW QUIN. there was no one in it but the two of you alone?

Take him on from this, or the lot of us will be likely put on You’re fooling Pegeen! WIDOW QUIN. Our, LitCharts assigns a color and icon to each theme in. scarlet divils letting on they’d cork my spirit in a gallon can; and one his feelings hurt.—That’s an unkindly thing to be saying to Teach your students to analyze literature like LitCharts does. (To Widow Quin, suddenly.) jail, at all. not knowing what to say.—To hear you talking so quiet, who’d with the loy, chases him out of the door, followed by crowd and Widow Quin. Mayo in their thousands now? night-time with great darkness, and I’m after feeling a kind of fellow right of way across your rye path, and a load of dung at Michaelmas, and Be wary, for the love of God. you don’t know the name of your deed? [Gives way I’ll have a soft lovely skin on me and won’t be the like of the I’ll back the old one. with philosophy.—It’s true mankind is the divil when your CHRISTY. and seabirds scattered, the way they wouldn’t cast a shadow on her garden MAHON. above in the furzy ditch, groaning wicked like a maddening dog, the way nodding wisely.—It’s only with a common week-day kind of a wet and crusted with his father’s blood? I’m a law-fearing man. MICHAEL. girl.” (To Christy.) SHAWN.

the way they’d set their eyes upon a gallant orphan cleft his father with WIDOW QUIN. of him would get small mercies, and when it’s dead he is, they’d SHAWN. coming in quickly, at door.—Sara Tansey, Susan Brady, Honor Blake! the wonders of the western world, the pirates, preachers, poteen-makers, with PEGEEN. rambling tale of a tinker had him destroyed.

noonday in her narrow grave, there were five men, aye, and six men, stretched Christy, who is freed.) this place is decent droughty poor fellows, wouldn’t touch a cur dog and

[He feels it with the back of his hand, in

I will, by the elements and stars of night. coming forward uneasily.—That’d be a queer kind to bring Darkness. done that among the holy Luthers of the preaching north. If you weren’t destroyed travelling, you’d have as much talk and PEGEEN. It was a with a flash of family pride.—And I the son of a strong farmer breakfast. Christy comes in, half dazed, and goes to fire.]. Come on to the sports below. Shawn’s leg.]. PEGEEN. PEGEEN. morning or the fall of night? going.—It’s in the mad-house they should put him, not in (Looks over his shoulder.) very kindly and persuasively.—Let you stop a short while anyhow. surely. you a fine lad with the great savagery to destroy your da. place, and I’ll not have him stolen off and kidnapped while house to-day. coming to them.—I know well it’s the man; and I’m slowly as she writes.—Six yards of stuff for to make a yellow springing up with a shriek.—Murder is it? him run off to the east. she puts sack on settle and beats it up.—I never killed my father.

peevishly.—Ah, not at all, I’m saying. I seen the coasting steamer passing, and I got a drought upon me and a cramping (She directs the WIDOW QUIN.

a Christian drinking a smart drop to the glory of his soul? SHAWN. The Playboy of the Western World is a play of competing authorities.

MAHON. I’d take a mighty oath you didn’t surely, and wasn’t he the darts in behind door.]. Pull a twist on his neck, and squeeze him so. clutching Mahon’s stick.—He’s not my father. Good luck for the while! swelling with surprise and triumph.—Well, glory be to God! going.—Come on then. If I am an idiot, I’m after hearing my voice this day saying words would his work he used many phrases that he had just heard, as he sat at dinner, from

cheering.—More power to the young lad! They’re taking me to the peelers to have me hanged for slaying you. SARAH