you I offer free, and that's this
good umbrella that was given to me in a rainstorm
by a priest. _(Holds it out.)_

_Rock_: And what do you say to me giving you
the loan of your charges for the road?

_Conan_: Come in here, Maryanne! and give a
glass to these honest men till they'll wish me good
luck upon my journey, as it's much I'll need it,
with the weight of all I have to do.

_Mother: (Coming in.)_ So I will, so I will and
welcome ...but that I disremember where did
I put the key of the chest.

_Conan_: I'll engage you do! There it is before
you in the lock since ere yesterday. _(Mother puts
bottle and glasses on table.)_

_Flannery: (Lifting glass.)_ That you may bring
great good to Ireland and to the world!

_Rock_: Here's your good health!

_Conan_: I'm obliged to you!

_Rock and Flannery: (Sing.) (Air, "The Cruiskeen
lan.")_

"Gramachree ma cruiskeen Slainte geal mavourneen,
Gramachree a cool-in bawn, bawn, bawn, ban-ban-ban,
Oh, Gra-ma-chree a cool-in bawn."

_(They nod as they finish and take out their
pipes and sit down. A banging is heard.)_

_Conan_: What disturbance is that?

_(Celia comes in, her hair screwed up tight,
skirt tucked up, is carrying a pail,
brush, cloth, etc., lets them drop and
proceeds to fasten up skirt.)_

_Mother_: Ah, Celia, what is on you? I never
saw you that way before.

_Conan_: Ha! Very good! I think that you will
say there is a great change come upon her, and a
right change.

_Celia_: Look now at the floor the way it is.

_Mother_: I see no other way but the way it is
always.

_Celia_: There's a bit of soot after falling down
the chimney. _(Picks up tongs.)_

_Mother:_ Ah, leave it now, dear, a while.

_Celia_: Anything has to be done, the quickest
way to do it is the best. _(Having taken up soot,
flings down tongs.)_

_Conan_: Listen to that! Now am I able to
work wonders?

_Rock_: It is that you have spent on her a blast?

_Conan_: If I did it was well spent.

_Flannery_: I'm in dread you have been robbing
the poor.

_Rock_: It is myself you have robbed doing that.
You have no call to be using those blasts for your
own profit!

_Conan_: I have every right to bring order in
my own dwelling before I can do any other thing!

_Celia_: All the dust of the world's roads is
gathered in this kitchen. The whole place ate
with filth and dirt.

_(Begins to sweep.)_

_Conan_: Ah, you needn't hardly go as far as that.

_Celia_: A