CHRISTY -- [going to Pegeen as she bolts the door.] -- What's that she's after
saying?

PEGEEN. Lies and blather, you've no call to mind. Well, isn't Shawn Keogh an
impudent fellow to send up spying on me? Wait till I lay hands on him. Let
him wait, I'm saying.

CHRISTY. And you're not wedding him at all?

PEGEEN. I wouldn't wed him if a bishop came walking for to join us here.

CHRISTY. That God in glory may be thanked for that.

PEGEEN. There's your bed now. I've put a quilt upon you I'm after quilting a
while since with my own two hands, and you'd best stretch out now for your
sleep, and may God give you a good rest till I call you in the morning when
the cocks will crow.

CHRISTY -- [as she goes to inner room.] -- May God and Mary and St. Patrick
bless you and reward you, for your kindly talk. (She shuts the door behind
her. He settles his bed slowly, feeling the quilt with immense satisfaction.]
-- Well, it's a clean bed and soft with it, and it's great luck and company
I've won me in the end of time -- two fine women fighting for the likes of me
-- till I'm thinking this night wasn't I a foolish fellow not to kill my
father in the years gone by.

CURTAIN