rning to the fall of night! Start up
now! I'm on the bounds of doing it!

_Celia_: What are you raving about?

_Conan_: To get quit of you I cannot, but to
change your nature I might! I give you warning
...one, two, three!

_(Blows.) (Sings: "With a chirrup.") (Air,
"Garryowen.")_

"Let you rise and go light like a bird of the air
That goes high in its flight ever seeking its share;
Let you never go easy or pine for a rest
Till you'll be a world's wonder and work with the best!

With a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,
A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,
A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,
A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup!"

_Celia_: (_Staring and standing up_.) What is
that? Is it the wind or is it a wisp of flame that
is going athrough my bones!

(_Rock and Flannery come in_.)

(_Celia rushes out_.)

_Rock_: (_Out of breath_.) We went looking for a
car to bring you to the train!

_Flannery_: There was not one to be found.

_Rock_: But those that are too costly!

_Flannery_: Till we went to the Doctor of the
Union.

_Rock_: For to ask a lift for you on the ambulance....

_Flannery_: But when he heard what we had to
tell--

_Rock_: He said he would bring you and glad
to do it on his own car, and no need to hansel
him.

_Flannery_: And welcome, if it was as far as the
grave!

_Rock_: All he is sorry for he hasn't a horse that
would rise you up through the sky--

_Conan_: Let him give me the lift so--it will be
a help to me. It wasn't only with his own hand
Alexander won the world!

_Flannery_: Unless you might give him, he was
saying, a blast of the bellows, that would change
his dispensary into a racing stable, and all that
come to be cured into jockeys and into grooms!

_Conan_: What chatterers ye are! I gave ye no
leave to speak of that.

_Rock_: Ah, it costs nothing to be giving out
newses.

_Flannery_: The world and all will be coming to
the door to throw up their hats for you, and you
making your start, cars and ass cars, jennets and
traps. _(Sings.)_

"O Bay of Dublin, how my heart your troublin',
Your beauty haunts me like a fever dream;
Like frozen fountains that the sun set bubblin'
My heart's blood warms when I but hear your name!"

_Conan_: It's my death I'll come to in Dublin.
That news to get there ahead of me I'll be pressed
in the throng as thin as a griddle.

_Flannery_: So you might be, too. All I have
that might protect