PEGEEN. Well, you're a daring fellow, and if they find his corpse stretched
above in the dews of dawn, what'll you say then to the peelers, or the Justice
of the Peace?

SHAWN -- [thunderstruck.] I wasn't thinking of that. For the love of God,
Pegeen Mike, don't let on I was speaking of him. Don't tell your father and
the men is coming above; for if they heard that story, they'd have great
blabbing this night at the wake.

PEGEEN. I'll maybe tell them, and I'll maybe not.

SHAWN. They are coming at the door, Will you whisht, I'm saying?

PEGEEN. Whisht yourself.

[She goes behind counter. Michael James, fat jovial publican, comes in
followed by Philly Cullen, who is thin and mistrusting, and Jimmy Farrell, who
is fat and amorous, about forty-five.]

MEN -- [together.] -- God bless you. The blessing of God on this place.

PEGEEN. God bless you kindly.

MICHAEL -- [to men who go to the counter.] -- Sit down now, and take your
rest. (Crosses to Shawn at the fire.) And how is it you are, Shawn Keogh?
Are you coming over the sands to Kate Cassidy's wake?

SHAWN. I am not, Michael James. I'm going home the short cut to my bed.