find a towel
would take the dust off of the panes of glass?

_Celia:_ I wonder at you craving to disturb the
spider and it after making its web.

_Conan:_ Well, go sit idle outside. I wouldn't
wish to be looking at you! Aristotle that said a
lazy body is all one with a lazy mind. You'll be
begging your bread through the world's streets
before your poll will be grey.

(_Sings_.)

"You'll dye your petticoat, you'll dye it red,
And through the world you'll beg your bread;
And you not hearkening to e'er a word I said,
It's then you'll know it to be true!"

_Celia_: (_Sings_.)

"Come here my little birdeen! Coo!"

_Conan_: (_Putting his hand on her mouth_.) Be
going out now in place of calling that bird that is
as lazy and as useless as yourself.

_Celia_: My little dove! Where are you at all!

_Conan_: A cat to have ate it would be no great
loss!

_Celia_: Did you yourself do away with him?

_Conan_: I did not.

_Celia_: (_Wildly breaking free throws herself down_.)
There is no place for him to be only in under
the settle!

_Conan_: (_Dragging at her_.) It is not there.

_Celia_: (_Who has put in her hand_.) O what is
that? It has hurt me!

_Conan_: A nail sticking up out of the floor.

_Celia_: (_Jumping up with a cry_.) It's a crow!
A great big wicked black crow!

_Conan_: If it is let you leave it there.

_Celia_: (_Weeping_.) I'm certain sure it has my
pigeon killed and ate!

_Conan_: To be so doleful after a pigeon! You
haven't a stim of sense!

_Celia_: It was you gave it leave to do that!

_Conan_: Stop your whimpering and blubbering!
What way can I settle the world and I being
harassed and hampered with such a contrary class!
I give you my word I have a mind to change
myself into a ravenous beast will kill and devour ye
all! That much would be no sin when it would be
according to my nature. (_Sings or chants_.)

"On Clontarf he like a lion fell,
Thousands plunged in their own gore;
I to be such a lion now
I'd ask for nothing more!"

_Celia: (Sitting down miserable_.) You are a very
wicked man!

_Conan_: Get up out of that or I'll make you!

_Celia_: I will not! I'm certain you did this
cruel thing!

_Conan: (Taking up bellows_.) I'd hardly begrudge
one of my six blasts to be quit of your slowness
and your sluggish ways! Rise up now before
I'll make you that you'll want shoes that will never
wear out, you being ever on the trot and on the
run from mo