Oh, of all the
ungrateful
creatures!
Yeats
You are worse than Martin.
You are a disgrace!
ANDREW.
Disgrace yourself! Coming here to be making an attack on me and
badgering me and disparaging me! And what about yourself that turned me
to be a hypocrite?
THOMAS.
What are you saying?
ANDREW.
You did, I tell you! Weren't you always at me to be regular and to be
working and to be going through the day and the night without company
and to be thinking of nothing but the trade? What did I want with a
trade? I got a sight of the fairy gold one time in the mountains.
I would have found it again and brought riches from it but for you
keeping me so close to the work.
THOMAS.
Oh, of all the ungrateful creatures! You know well that I cherished
you, leading you to live a decent, respectable life.
ANDREW.
You never had respect for the ancient ways. It is after the mother you
take it, that was too soft and too lumpish, having too much of the
English in her blood. Martin is a Hearne like myself. It is he has the
generous heart! It is not Martin would make a hypocrite of me and force
me to do night-walking secretly, watching to be back by the setting of
the seven stars!
[_He begins to play his flute. _
THOMAS.
I will turn you out of this, yourself and this filthy troop! I will
have them lodged in gaol.
JOHNNY.
Filthy troop, is it? Mind yourself! The change is coming.
ANDREW.
Disgrace yourself! Coming here to be making an attack on me and
badgering me and disparaging me! And what about yourself that turned me
to be a hypocrite?
THOMAS.
What are you saying?
ANDREW.
You did, I tell you! Weren't you always at me to be regular and to be
working and to be going through the day and the night without company
and to be thinking of nothing but the trade? What did I want with a
trade? I got a sight of the fairy gold one time in the mountains.
I would have found it again and brought riches from it but for you
keeping me so close to the work.
THOMAS.
Oh, of all the ungrateful creatures! You know well that I cherished
you, leading you to live a decent, respectable life.
ANDREW.
You never had respect for the ancient ways. It is after the mother you
take it, that was too soft and too lumpish, having too much of the
English in her blood. Martin is a Hearne like myself. It is he has the
generous heart! It is not Martin would make a hypocrite of me and force
me to do night-walking secretly, watching to be back by the setting of
the seven stars!
[_He begins to play his flute. _
THOMAS.
I will turn you out of this, yourself and this filthy troop! I will
have them lodged in gaol.
JOHNNY.
Filthy troop, is it? Mind yourself! The change is coming.
