Mary: The full details are in it this mornin’; seven wounds he had — one entherin’ the neck, with an exit wound beneath the left shoulder-blade; another in the left. Title. Juno and the paycock / Sean O’Casey. Author. O’Casey, Sean, Availability. Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons. Juno and the Paycock is a play about an extraordinary period in Irish. $, On the point all of this to bear on one family and gives us a whole chunk of Irish freedom dumped upon .. The text gives you clues as well. Like the thing about.
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Nugent,” says I, ” Father Farrell is a man o’ the people, an’, as far as I know the History o’ me country, the priests was always in the van of the fight for Irelan’s freedom. The happiness of man depends upon his sympathy with this Spirit. BOYLE stops the gramophone.
Juno and the paycock / Sean O’Casey
Boyle fills out tea, and sits dotm l. Some men become Yogi in a short time, it may take others paycovk of years. Are you never goin’ to give us a rest? Thanks, all the same, Mr. A pan in the fender and a teapot on the hob. Boyle to Joxer r.
ACT U Gaudily upholstered couch or sofa. Let me go, let me go! Holy Mary, Mother of God! Come in an’ have a hot cup o’ tay, Mrs. E-e-e-e-eh; it’s all nonsense; it was only a shadda he saw. It was simply due to an over- wrought imagination — we all get that way at times.
What came between the two of yous at all? Joxer ironically, as he follows Nugent. Mary sinks down into chair again. Joxer vigorously shakes the hand of Bentham, who does not respond to tlie friendly feeling of Joxer.
Oh, quit that readin’, for God’s sakel Are yous losin’ all your feelins? Himself’ll be here in a minute; he’s just takin’ off his trousers. He can’t give the money till he gets it, can he? Say aw rewaeawr, but not good-bye. Knowin’ the way we are, up to our ears in debt, it’s a wondher you wouldn’t ha’ got up to go to th solicitor’s an’ see if we could ha’ gotten a little o’ the money even.
The opposing forces are apparent in her junno and her manners, both of which are degraded by her environment, and improved by her acquaintance — slight though it be — with literature. Pull over to the fire, Joxer, an’ we’ll have a cup paycck tay in a minute.
Teapot, frying-pan, cups and saucers, plates. Blue and white coloured chalk statue of Blossod Virgin. Boyle with a look of surprise at Boyle. Fupl an’ when I go into ouT Murphy’s to-morrow, an’ he gets to know that, instead o’ payin’ all, I’m goin’ to borry more, what’ll he say when I tell him a principle’s a principle?
Whisht, damn it, he must be inside in bed. Two forces are working in her mind — one, through the circumstances of her life, pulling her back; the other, through the influence of books she has read, pushing her forward. Two amber strips at window, back. He is half asleep.
It’s miraculous that whenever he scents a job in front of him, his legs begin to fail himl Then, me bucko, if you lose this chance, you qnd go an’ furrage for yourself! Nugent looking back into room l. When the Curtain rises, Johnny Boyle is sitting crouched in the armchair beside the fire. M a dig an with a note of sarcasm in her polite manner. How the hell do I know what he done it for? Won’t it be a climbin’ job? Boyle in utter perplexity. Ordher for the song! As she reaches door, Mary enters, tired and dejected.
We’ll all have to mind her now. I remember as well as I remember yestherday, at a party given to celebrate the comin’ of the first chiselur to Annie an’ Benny Jimeson — who was the barber, yous may remember, in Henrietta Street, that, pqycock Easter Week, hung out a dull, white an’ orange pole, an’, then, when the Tans started their Jazz dancin’, whipped it in agen, an’ stuck out a red, white an’ blue wan instead, givin’ as an excuse that a barber’s pole was strictly non-political — singin’ ” An’ You’ll Remember Me “, with the top notes quiverin’ in a dead hush of pethrified attention, folleyed be a clappin’ o’ hans that shuk the tumblers on the jubo, an’ capped be Jimeson, the barber, sayin’ that it was the best rendherin’ of ” You’ll Remember Me ” he ever heard tthe his natural!
He sits still for a few monumts ; then gets up very slowly, crosses stage behind table, and goes to dresser.
Nil desperandum, nil desper- andum, Captain. Mary, your father’s speakin’.
Full text of ” OU Juno And The Paycock”
Here, come back to hell ower that — where’re you goin’ with them clothes o’ mine? Boyle with suppressed agitation. Wait till you hear what Mr. No, we don’t want any blocks! The same as Act II. Puts case on knees and uses it as desk.
Another short paussy and Johnny returns slowly from room L.
Be the holy, that’s good news! Boyle moving from door R.