The Prince of the Marshes J. HUGH NAGLE

Manus--King of Sorcha ARTHUR SHIELDS

Fintan--The Astrologer F.J. MACCORMICK

Taig FLORENCE MARKS

The Dragon SEAGHAN BARLOW

The Porter STEPHEN CASEY

The Gatekeeper HUBERT M'GUIRE

Two Aunts of the Prince of the Marshes {ESME WARD
{DYMPHNA DALY

ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

PERSONS

_The Mother_.

_Celia_ (HER DAUGHTER).

_Conan_ (HER STEPSON).

_Timothy_ (HER SERVING MAN).

_Rock_ (A NEIGHBOUR).

_Flannery_ (HIS HERD).

_Two Cats_.

ACT I

ACT I

_Scene: A Room in an old half-ruined castle_.

_Mother_: Look out the door, Celia, and see is
your uncle coming.

_Celia_: (_Who is lying on the ground, a bunch of
ribbons in her hand, and playing with a pigeon, looks
towards door without getting up_.) I see no sign of
him.

_Mother_: What time were you telling me it was
a while ago?

_Celia_: It is not five minutes hardly since I was
telling you it was ten o'clock by the sun.

_Mother_: So you did, if I could but have kept
it in mind. What at all ails him that he does not
come in to the breakfast?

_Celia_: He went out last night and the full moon
shining. It is likely he passed the whole night
abroad, drowsing or rummaging, whatever he does
be looking for in the rath.

_Mother_: I'm in dread he'll go crazy with digging
in it.

_Celia_: He was crazy with crossness before that.

_Mother_: If he is it's on account of his learning.
Them that have too much of it are seven times
crosser than them that never saw a book.

_Celia_: It is better to be tied to any thorny bush
than to be with a cross man. He to know the
seventy-two languages he couldn't be more crabbed
than what he is.

_Mother_: It is natural to people do be so clever
to be fiery a little, and not have a long patience.

_Celia_: It's a pity he wouldn't stop in that
school he had down in the North, and not to come
back here in the latter end of life.

_Mother_: Ah, he was maybe tired with enlightening
his scholars and he took a notion to acquaint
ourselves with knowledge and learning. I was
trying to reckon a while ago the number of the
years he was away, according to the buttons of my
gown (_fingers bodice_), but they went astray on me
at the gathers of the neck.

_Celia_: If the hour would come he'd go out of
this, I'd sing, I'd play on all the melodeons that
ever was known! (_Sings_.) (_Air, "Shule Aroon_.")

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