Chapter IV: Act III

SCENE I.--_Interior of an Irish hut; door and small opening_, R. C. _Door_ L. C. _in flat_.

_Truckle bed and bedding_, R. C., _on which_ DANNY MANN _is
discovered; table with jug of water; lighted candle stuck in bottle_,
L.; _two stools_--SHEELAH _at table_, L. _Music._

_Danny_ [_In his sleep._] Gi’ me the paper, thin--screeching won’t save ye--down--down! [_Wakes._] Oh, mother! darlin’ mother!

_Sheelah_ [_Waking._] Eh! did ye call me, Danny?

_Danny_ Gi’ me a dhrop of wather--it’s the thirst that’s a killin’ me.

_Sheelah_ [_Takes jug._] The fever’s on ye mighty bad.

_Danny_ [_Drinks, falls back, groans._] Oh, the fire in me won’t go out! How long have I been here?

_Sheelah_ Ten days this night.

_Danny_ Ten days dis night! Have I been all that time out of my mind?

_Sheelah_ Iss, Danny. Ten days ago, that stormy night, ye crawled in at that dure, wake an’ like a ghost.

_Danny_ I remind me now.

_Sheelah_ Ye tould me that ye’d been poachin’ salmon, and had been shot by the keepers.

_Danny_ Who said I hadn’t?

_Sheelah_ Divil a one! Why did ye make me promise not to say a word about it? Didn’t ye refuse even to see a doctor itself?

_Danny_ Has any one axed after me?

_Sheelah_ No one but Mr. Hardress.

_Danny_ Heaven bless him!

_Sheelah_ I told him I hadn’t seen ye, and here ye are this day groanin’ when there’s great doin’s up at Castle Chute. To-morrow the masther will be married to Miss Anne.

_Danny_ Married! but--the--his--

_Sheelah_ Poor Eily, ye mane?

_Danny_ Hide the candle from my eyes--it’s painin’ me; shade it off. Go on, mother.

_Sheelah_ The poor Colleen! Oh, no, Danny, I knew she’d die of the love that was chokin’ her. He didn’t know how tindher she was when he gave her the hard word. What was that message the masther sent to her, that he wouldn’t let me hear? It was cruel, Danny, for it broke her heart entirely; she went away that night, and, two days after, a cloak was found floatin’ in the reeds, under Brikeen Bridge; nobody knew it but me. I turned away, and never said--. The creature is drowned, Danny, and woe to them as dhruv her to it. She has no father, no mother to put a curse on him, but the Father above that niver spakes till the last day, and then--[_She turns and sees_ DANNY _gasping, his eyes fixed on her, supporting himself on his arm_.] Danny! Danny! he’s dyin’--he’s dyin’!

[_Runs to him_, R. _of bed_.

_Danny_ Who said that? Ye lie! I never killed her--sure he sent me the glove--where is it?

_Sheelah_ He’s ravin’ again.

_Danny_ The glove--he sent it to me full of blood. Oh, master, dear, there’s your token. I told ye I would clear the path foreninst ye.

_Sheelah_ Danny, what d’ye mane?

_Danny_ I’ll tell ye how I did it, masther; ’twas dis way--but don’t smile like dat--don’t, sir! She wouldn’t give me de marriage lines, so I sunk her and her proofs wid her. She’s gone! she came up wonst, but I put her down agin. Never fear--she’ll never throuble yer again--never--never!

[_Lies down; mutters._ SHEELAH _on her knees, in horror and prayer_.

_Sheelah_ ’Twas he! he!--my own son--he’s murdered her, and he’s dyin’ now--dyin’, wid blood on his hands! Danny! Danny! spake to me!

_Danny_ A docther! will they let me die like a baste, and never a docther?

_Sheelah_ I’ll run for one that’ll cure ye. Oh, weerasthrue, Danny! Is it for this I’ve loved ye? No, forgive, acushla, it isn’t your own mother that ’ud add to yer heart-breakin’ and pain. I’ll fetch the docther, avick. [_Music--puts on cloak, and pulls hood over her head._] Oh, hone! oh hone!

[_Exit_ SHEELAH, L. _door in flat--a pause--knock--pause--knock_.

_Enter_ CORRIGAN, _door in flat_, L. C.

_Corrig_ Sheelah! Sheelah! Nobody here? I’m bothered entirely. The cottage on Muckross Head is empty--not a sowl in it but a cat. Myles has disappeared, and Danny gone--vanished, bedad, like a fog--Sheelah is the only one remaining. I called to see Miss Chute; I was kicked out. I sent her a letter; it was returned to me, unopened. Her lawyer has paid off the mortgage, and taxed my bill of costs--the spalpeen! [DANNY _groans_.] What’s that? Some one is asleep there. ’Tis Danny!

_Danny_ A docther!--gi’ me a docther!

_Corrig_ Danny here--concealed, too! Oh, there’s something going on that’s worth peepin’ into. Whist! there’s footsteps comin’. If I could hide a bit. I’m a magistrate, an’ I ought to know what’s goin’ on--here’s a turf-hole, wid a windy in it.

[_Exit_ CORRIGAN, _opening in flat_, R. C.

_Enter_ SHEELAH _and_ FATHER TOM, L. C. _door_.

_Sheelah_ [_Goes to_ DANNY.] Danny!

_Danny_ Is that you, mother?

_Sheelah_ I’ve brought the docther, asthore. [DANNY _looks up_.

_Danny_ The priest!

_Sheelah_ [_On her knees_, R. _of bed_.] Oh, my darlin’! don’t be angry wid me, but dis is the docther you want; it isn’t in your body where the hurt is; the wound is in your poor sowl--there’s all the harrum.

_Father T_ Danny, my son--[_Sits_ L. _of bed_.]--it’s sore-hearted I am to see you down this way.

_Sheelah_ And so good a son he was to his ould mother.

_Danny_ Don’t say that--don’t! [_Covering his face._

_Sheelah_ I will say it--my blessin’ on ye--see that, now, he’s cryin’.

_Father T_ Danny, the hand of death is on ye. Will ye lave your sins behind ye here below, or will ye take them with ye above, to show them on ye? Is there anything ye can do that’ll mend a wrong? leave that legacy to your friend, and he’ll do it. Do ye want pardon of any one down here? tell me, avick; I’ll get it for ye and send it after you--may be ye’ll want it.

_Danny_ [_Rising up an arm._] I killed Eily O’Connor.

_Sheelah_ [_Covers her face with her hands._] Oh! oh!

_Father T_ What harrum had ye agin the poor Colleen Bawn?

[CORRIGAN _takes notes_.

_Danny_ She stud in _his_ way, and he had my heart and sowl in his keeping.

_Father T_ Hardress?

_Danny_ Hisself! I said I’d do it for him, if he’d give me the token.

_Father T_ Did Hardress employ you to kill the girl?

_Danny_ He sent me the glove; that was to be the token that I was to put her away, and I did--I--in the Pool a Dhiol. She would not gi’ me the marriage lines; I threw her in and then I was kilt.

_Father T_ Killed! by whose hand?

_Danny_ I don’t know, unless it was the hand of heaven.

_Father T_ [_Rising, goes down--aside._] Myles na Coppaleen is at the bottom of this; his whisky-still is in that cave, and he has not been seen for ten days past. [_Aloud--goes to_ DANNY.] Danny, after ye fell, how did ye get home?

_Danny_ I fell in the wather; the current carried me to a rock; how long I was there half drowned I don’t know, but on wakin’ I found my boat floatin’ close by, an’ it was still dark; I got in and crawled here.

_Father T_ [_Aside._] I’ll go and see Myles--there’s more in this than has come out.

_Sheelah_ Won’t yer riverince say a word of comfort to the poor boy? He’s in great pain entirely.

_Father T_ Keep him quiet, Sheelah. [_Music._] I’ll be back again with the comfort for him. Danny, your time is short; make the most of it. [_Aside._] I’m off to Myles na Coppaleen. Oh, Hardress Cregan--[_Going up._]--ye little think what a bridal day ye’ll have!

[_Exit door in flat_, L. C.

_Corrig_ [_Who has been writing in note-book, comes out at back._] I’ve got down every word of the confession. Now, Hardress Cregan, there will be guests at your weddin’ to-night ye little dhrame of.

[_Exit_ L. _door in flat_, L. C.

_Danny_ [_Rising up._] Mother, mother! the pain is on me. Wather--quick--wather!

[SHEELAH _runs to_ L. _table; takes jug; gives it to_ DANNY; _he drinks_; SHEELAH _takes jug_; DANNY _struggles--falls back on bed; close on picture_.

SCENE II.--_Chamber in Castle Chute._ [_1st Grooves._]

_Enter_ KYRLE DALY _and_ SERVANT, R.

_Kyrle_ Inform Mrs. Cregan that I am waiting upon her.

_Enter_ MRS. CREGAN, L.

_Mrs. C_ I am glad to see you, Kyrle. [_Exit_ SERVANT, L.

_Kyrle_ [R. C.] You sent for me, Mrs. Cregan. My ship sails from Liverpool to-morrow. I never thought I could be so anxious to quit my native land.

_Mrs. C_ I want you to see Hardress. For ten days past he shuns the society of his bride. By night he creeps out alone in his boat on the lake--by day he wanders round the neighborhood, pale as death. He is heart-broken.

_Kyrle_ Has ye asked to see me?

_Mrs. C_ Yesterday he asked where you were.

_Kyrle_ Did he forget that I left your house when Miss Chute, without a word of explanation, behaved so unkindly to me?

_Mrs. C_ She is not the same girl since she accepted Hardress. She quarrels--weeps--complains, and has lost her spirits.

_Kyrle_ She feels the neglect of Hardress.

_Anne_ [_Without_, R.] Don’t answer me! Obey, and hold your tongue!

_Mrs. C_ Do you hear? she is rating one of the servants.

_Anne_ [_Without._] No words--I’ll have no sulky looks, neither.

_Enter_ ANNE, R., _dressed as a bride, with a vail and wreath in her hand_.

_Anne_ Is that the vail and wreath I ordered? How dare you tell me that? [_Throws it off_, R.

_Mrs. C_ Anne! [ANNE _sees_ KYRLE--_stands confused_.

_Kyrle_ You are surprised to see me in your house, Miss Chute?

_Anne_ You are welcome, sir.

_Kyrle_ [_Aside._] She looks pale! She’s not happy--that’s gratifying.

_Anne_ [_Aside._] He doesn’t look well--that’s some comfort.

_Mrs. C_ I’ll try to find Hardress. [_Exit_ MRS. CREGAN, L.

_Kyrle_ I hope you don’t think I intrude--that is--I came to see Mrs. Cregan.

_Anne_ [_Sharply._] I don’t flatter myself you wished to see me; why should you?

_Kyrle_ Anne, I am sorry I offended you; I don’t know what I did, but no matter.

_Anne_ Not the slightest.

_Kyrle_ I released your neighborhood of my presence.

_Anne_ Yes, and you released the neighborhood of the presence of somebody else--she and you disappeared together.

_Kyrle_ She!

_Anne_ Never mind.

_Kyrle_ But I do mind. I love Hardress Cregan as a brother, and I hope the time may come, Anne, when I can love you as a sister.

_Anne_ Do you? I don’t.

_Kyrle_ I don’t want the dislike of my friend’s wife to part my friend and me.

_Anne_ Why should it? I’m nobody.

_Kyrle_ If you were my wife, and asked me to hate any one, I’d do it--I couldn’t help it.

_Anne_ I believed words like that once when you spoke them, but I have been taught how basely you can deceive.

_Kyrle_ Who taught you?

_Anne_ Who?--your wife.

_Kyrle_ My what?

_Anne_ Your wife--the girl you concealed in the cottage on Muckross Head. Stop, now--don’t speak--save a falsehood, however many ye may have to spare. I saw the girl--she confessed.

_Kyrle_ Confessed that she was my wife?

_Anne_ Made a clean breast of it in a minute, which is more than you could do with a sixteen-foot wagon and a team of ten, in a week.

_Kyrle_ Anne, hear me; this is a frightful error--the girl will not repeat it.

_Anne_ Bring her before me and let her speak.

_Kyrle_ How do I know where she is?

_Anne_ Well, bring your boatman then, who told me the same.

_Kyrle_ I tell you it is false; I never saw--never knew the girl.

_Anne_ You did not? [_Shows_ EILY’S _letter_.] Do you know that? You dropped it, and I found it.

_Kyrle_ [_Takes letter._] This! [_Reads._

_Enter_ HARDRESS, L.

_Anne_ Hardress! [_Turns aside._

_Kyrle_ Oh! [_Suddenly struck with the truth; glances towards_ ANNE; _finding her looking away, places letter to_ HARDRESS.] Do you know that?--you dropped it.

_Hard_ [_Conceals letter._] Eh? Oh!

_Kyrle_ ’Twas he. [_Looks from one to the other._] She thinks me guilty; but if I stir to exculpate myself, he is in for it.

_Hard_ You look distressed, Kyrle. Anne, what is the matter?

_Kyrle_ Nothing, Hardress. I was about to ask Miss Chute to forget a subject which was painful to her, and to beg of her never to mention it again--not even to you, Hardress.

_Hard_ I am sure she will deny you nothing.

_Anne_ I will forget, sir. [_Aside._] But I will never forgive him--never.

_Kyrle_ [_Aside._] She loves me still, and he loves another, and I am the most miserable dog that ever was kicked. [_Crosses to_ L.] Hardress, a word with you. [_Exeunt_ KYRLE _and_ HARDRESS, L.

_Anne_ And this is my wedding day. There goes the only man I ever loved. When he’s here near by me, I could give him the worst treatment a man could desire, and when he goes away he takes the heart and all of me off with him, and I feel like an unfurnished house. This is pretty feelings for a girl to have, and she in her regimentals. Oh! if he wasn’t married--but he is, and he’d have married me as well--the malignant! Oh! if he had, how I’d have made him swing for it--it would have afforded me the happiest moment of my life. [_Exit_ ANNE, L. _Music._

SCENE III.--_Exterior of Myles’s Hut, door_ R. _in flat_. [_2nd grooves._]

_Enter_ FATHER TOM, L.

_Father T_ Here’s Myle’s shanty. I’m nearly killed with climbin’ the hill. I wonder is he at home? Yes, the door is locked inside. [_Knocks._] Myles--Myles, are ye at home?

_Myles_ [_Outside_, R. 2 E.] No--I’m out.

_Enter_ MYLES, R. 2 E.

Arrah! is it yourself, Father Tom, that’s in it?

_Father T_ Let us go inside, Myles--I’ve a word to say t’ye.

_Myles_ I--I’ve lost the key.

_Father T_ Sure it’s stickin’ inside.

_Myles_ I always lock the dure inside and lave it there when I go out, for fear on losin’ it.

_Father T_ Myles, come here to me. It’s lyin’ ye are. Look me in the face. What’s come to ye these tin days past--three times I’ve been to your door and it was locked, but I heard ye stirrin’ inside.

_Myles_ It was the pig, yer riverince.

_Father T_ Myles, why did yer shoot Danny Mann?

_Myles_ Oh, murther, who tould you that?

_Father T_ Himself.

_Myles_ Oh, Father Tom! have ye’ seen him?

_Father T_ I’ve just left him.

_Myles_ Is it down there ye’ve been?

_Father T_ Down where?

_Myles_ Below, where he’s gone to--where would he be, afther murthering a poor crature?

_Father T_ How d’ye know that?

_Myles_ How! how did I!--whist, Father Tom, it was his ghost.

_Father T_ He is not dead, but dyin’ fast, from the wound ye gave him.

_Myles_ I never knew ’twas himself ’till I was tould.

_Father T_ Who tould you?

_Myles_ Is it who?

_Father T_ Who? who?--not Danny, for he doesn’t know who killed him.

_Myles_ Wait, an’ I’ll tell you. It was nigh twelve that night, I was comin’ home--I know the time, betoken Murty Dwyer made me step in his shebeen, bein’ the wake of the ould Callaghan, his wife’s uncle--and a dacent man he was. “Murty,” sez I--

_Father T_ Myles, you’re desavin’ me.

_Myles_ Is it afther desavin’ yer riverence I’d be?

_Father T_ I see the lie in yer mouth. Who tould ye it was Danny Mann ye killed?

_Myles_ You said so a while ago.

_Father T_ Who tould ye it was Danny Mann?

_Myles_ I’m comin’ to it. While I was at Murty’s, yer riverince, as I was a-tellin’ you--Dan Dayley was there--he had just kim’d in. “Good morrow,--good day”--ses he. “Good morrow, good Dan, ses I,”--jest that ways entirely--“it’s an opening to the heart to see you.” Well, yer riverence, as I ware sayin’,--“long life an’ good wife to ye, Masther Dan,” ses I. “Thank ye, ses he, and the likes to ye, anyway.” The moment I speck them words, Dan got heart, an’ up an’ tould Murty about his love for Murty’s darter--the Colleen Rue. The moment he heard that, he puts elbows in himself, an’ stood lookin’ at him out on the flure. “You flog Europe, for boldness,” ses he--“get out of my sight,” ses he,--“this moment,” ses he,--“or I’ll give yer a kick that will rise you from poverty to the highest pitch of affluence,” ses he--“away out ’o that, you notorious delinquent; single your freedom, and double your distance,” ses he. Well, Dan was forced to cut an’ run. Poor boy! I was sorry for his trouble; there isn’t a better son nor brother this moment goin’ the road than what he is--said--said--there was’nt better, an’, an’--oh! Father Tom, don’t ax me; I’ve got an oath on my lips. [_Music._] Don’t be hard on a poor boy.

_Father T_ I lift the oath from ye. Tell me, avick, oh! tell me. Did ye search for the poor thing--the darlin’ soft-eyed Colleen? Oh, Myles! could ye lave her to lie in the cowld lake all alone?

_Enter_ EILY _from door_ R. _flat_.

_Myles_ No, I couldn’t.

_Father T_ [_Turns--sees_ EILY.] Eily! Is it yourself, and alive--an’ not--not--Oh! Eily, mavourneen. Come to my heart.

[_Embraces_ EILY.

_Myles_ [_Crosses to_ L.] D’ye think ye’d see me alive if she wasn’t? I thought ye knew me better--it’s at the bottom of the Pool a Dhiol I’d be this minute if she wasn’t to the fore.

_Father T_ [C.] Speak to me--let me hear your voice.

_Eily_ Oh, father, father! won’t ye take me far, far away from this place?

_Father T_ Why did ye hide yourself this way?

_Eily_ For fear _he’d_ see me.

_Father T_ Hardress? You knew then that he instigated Danny to get rid of ye?

_Eily_ Why didn’t I die--why am I alive now for him to hate me?

_Father T_ D’ye know that in a few hours he is going to marry another?

_Eily_ I know it. Myles tould me--that’s why I’m hiding myself.

_Father T_ What does she mean?

_Myles_ [L.] She loves him still--that’s what she manes.

_Father T_ Love the wretch who sought your life!

_Eily_ Isn’t it his own? It isn’t his fault if his love couldn’t last as long as mine. I was a poor, mane creature--not up to him any way; but if he’d only said, “Eily, put the grave between us and make me happy,” sure I’d lain down, wid a big heart, in the loch.

_Father T_ And you are willing to pass a life of seclusion that he may live in his guilty joy?

_Eily_ If I was alive wouldn’t I be a shame to him an’ a ruin--ain’t I in his way? Heaven help me--why would I trouble him? Oh! he was in great pain o’ mind entirely when he let them put a hand on me--the poor darlin’.

_Father T_ And you mean to let him believe you dead?

_Eily_ Dead an’ gone: then, perhaps, his love for me will come back, and the thought of his poor, foolish little Eily that worshiped the ground he stood on, will fill his heart a while.

_Father T_ And where will you go?

_Eily_ I don’t know. Anywhere. What matters?

_Myles_ [_Against wing_, L.] Love makes all places alike.

_Eily_ I am alone in the world now.

_Father T_ The villain--the monster! He sent her to heaven because he wanted her there to blot out with her tears the record of his iniquity. Eily, ye have but one home, and that’s my poor house. You are not alone in the world--there’s one beside ye, your father, and that’s myself.

_Myles_ Two--bad luck to me, two. I am her mother; sure I brought her into the world a second time.

_Father T_ [_Looking_, R.] Whisht! look down there, Myles--what’s that on the road?

_Myles_ [_Crosses_ R.] It’s the sogers--a company of red-coats. What brings the army out?--who’s that wid them?--it is ould Corrigan, and they are going towards Castle Chute. There’s mischief in the wind.

_Father T_ In with you, an’ keep close a while; I’ll go down to the castle and see what’s the matter. [_Crosses_ R.

_Eily_ Promise me that you’ll not betray me--that none but your self and Myles shall ever know I’m livin; promise me that before you go.

_Father T_ I do, Eily; I’ll never breathe a word of it--it is as sacred as an oath. [_Exit_ L.--_music_.

_Eily_ [_Going to cottage._] Shut me in, Myles, and take the key wid ye, this time. [_Exit in cottage_, R. C.

_Myles_ [_Locks door._] There ye are like a pearl in an oyster; now I’ll go to my bed as usual on the mountain above--the bolster is stuffed wid rocks, and I’ll have a cloud round me for a blanket.

[_Exit_ MYLES, R. 2 E.

SCENE IV.--_Outside of Castle Chute._ [_1st grooves._]

_Enter_ CORRIGAN _and six_ SOLDIERS, R. 1 E.

_Corrig_ Quietly, boys; sthrew yourselves round the wood--some of ye at the gate beyant--two more this way--watch the windies; if he’s there to escape at all, he’ll jump from a windy. The house is surrounded.

_Quadrille music under stage.--Air, “The Boulanger.”_

Oh, oh! they’re dancin’--dancin’ and merry-making, while the net is closin’ around ’em. Now Masther Hardress Cregan--I was kicked out, was I; but I’ll come this time wid a call that ye’ll answer wid your head instead of your foot. My letters were returned unopened; but here’s a bit of writin’ that ye’ll not be able to hand back so easy.

_Enter_ CORPORAL, R.

_Corp_ All right, sir.

_Corrig_ Did you find the woman, as I told ye?

_Corp_ Here she is, sir.

_Enter_ SHEELAH, _guarded by two_ SOLDIERS, R.

_Sheelah_ [_Crying._] What’s this? Why am I thrated this way--what have I done?

_Corrig_ You are wanted a while--it’s your testimony we require. Bring her this way. Follow me! [_Exit_, L.

_Sheelah_ [_Struggling._] Let me go back to my boy. Ah! good luck t’ye, don’t kape me from my poor boy! [_Struggling._] Oh! you dirty blackguards, let me go--let me go!

[_Exit_ SHEELAH _and_ SOLDIERS, L.

SCENE V.--_Ball Room in Castle Chute. Steps,_ C.;
_platform--balustrade on top, backed by moonlight landscape--doors_
R. _and_ L.; _table_ L. C.; _writing materials, books, papers, etc.,
on it; chairs; chair_ L. 2 E., _chairs_ R.; _chandeliers lighted_.
LADIES _and_ GENTLEMEN, WEDDING GUESTS _discovered_, HYLAND CREAGH,
BERTIE O’MOORE, DUCIE, KATHLEEN CREAGH, ADA CREAGH, PATSIE O’MOORE,
BRIDESMAIDS _and_ SERVANTS _discovered.--Music going on under stage._

_Hyland_ Ducie, they are dancing the Boulanger, and they can’t see the figure unless you lend them the light of your eyes.

_Kathleen_ We have danced enough; it is nearly seven o’clock.

_Ducie_ Mr. O’Moore; when is the ceremony to commence?

_O’Moore_ The execution is fixed for seven--here’s the scaffold, I presume. [_Points to table._

_Hyland_ Hardress looks like a criminal. I’ve seen him fight three duels, and he never showed such a pale face as he exhibits to-night.

_Ducie_ He looks as if he was frightened at being so happy.

_Hyland_ And Kyrle Daly wears as gay an appearance.

_Enter_ KYRLE DALY _down steps_, C.

_Ducie_ Hush! here he is.

_Kyrle_ That need not stop your speech, Hyland. I don’t hide my love for Anne Chute, and it is my pride, and no fault of mine if she has found a better man.

_Hyland_ He is not a better man.

_Kyrle_ He is--she thinks so--what she says becomes the truth.

_Enter_ MRS. CREGAN, L. 2 E.

_Mrs. C_ Who says the days of chivalry are over? Come, gentlemen, the bridesmaids must attend the bride. The guests will assemble in the hall.

_Enter_ SERVANT, R. 2 E., _with letter and card on salver_.

_Serv_ Mr. Bertie O’Moore, if you plase. A gentlemen below asked me to hand you this card.

_O’Moore_ A gentleman! what can he want? [_Reads card._] Ah! indeed; this is a serious matter, and excuses the intrusion.

_Hyland_ What’s the matter?

_O’Moore_ A murder has been committed.

_All_ A murder?

_O’Moore_ The perpetrator of the deed has been discovered, and the warrant for his arrest requires my signature.

_Hyland_ Hang the rascal. [_Goes up with_ DUCIE.

_O’Moore_ A magistrate, like a doctor, is called on at all hours.

_Mrs. C_ We can excuse you for such a duty, Mr. O’Moore.

_O’Moore_ [_Crossing_, R.] This is the result of some brawl at a fair, I suppose. Is Mr. Corrigan below?

_Mrs. C_ [_Starting._] Corrigan?

_O’Moore_ Show me to him.

[_Exit_ O’MOORE _and_ SERVANT, R. 2 E.--GUESTS _go up and off_, L. U. E.

_Mrs. C_ Corrigan here! What brings that man to this house?

[_Exit_ MRS. CREGAN, R. 3 E.

_Enter_ HARDRESS, _down steps_, C. _from_ R., _pale_.

_Hardress_ [_Sits_, L.] It is in vain--I can not repress the terror with which I approach these nuptials--yet, what have I to fear? Oh! my heart is bursting with its load of misery.

_Enter_ ANNE, _down steps_, C. _from_ R.

_Anne_ Hardress! what is the matter with you?

_Hard_ [_Rising_, L. C.] I will tell you--yes, it may take this horrible oppression from my heart. At one time I thought you knew my secret: I was mistaken. The girl you saw at Muckross Head--

_Anne_ [R. C.] Eily O’Connor?

_Hard_ Was my wife!

_Anne_ Your wife?

_Hard_ Hush! Maddened with the miseries this act brought upon me, I treated her with cruelty--she committed suicide.

_Anne_ Merciful powers!

_Hard_ She wrote to me bidding me farewell forever, and the next day her cloak was found floating in the lake. [ANNE _sinks in chair_.] Since then I have neither slept nor waked--I have but one thought, one feeling; my love for her, wild and maddened, has come back upon my heart like a vengeance.

[_Music--tumult heard_, R.

_Anne_ Heaven defend our hearts, what is that?

[_Enter_ MRS. CREGAN, _deadly pale_. R. 3 E.--_Locks door behind her._

_Mrs. C_ Hardress! my child!

_Hard_ Mother!

_Anne_ Mother, he is here. Look on him--speak to him--do not gasp and stare on your son in that horrid way. Oh, mother! speak, or you will break my heart.

_Mrs. C_ Fly--fly! [HARDRESS _going_, R.] Not that way. No--the doors are defended! there is a soldier placed at every entrance! You--are trapped and caught--what shall we do?--the window in my chamber--come--come--quick--quick!

_Anne_ Of what is he accused!

_Hard_ Of murder. I see it in her face. [_Noise_, R.

_Mrs. C_ Hush! they come--begone! Your boat is below that window. Don’t speak! when oceans are between you and danger--write! Till then not a word. [_Forcing him off_, R. 3 E.--_noise_, R.

_Anne_ Accused of murder! He is innocent!

_Mrs. C_ Go to your room! Go quickly to your room, you will betray him--you can’t command your features.

_Anne_ Dear mother, I will.

_Mrs. C_ Away, I say--you will drive me frantic, girl. My brain is stretched to cracking! Ha! [_Noise_, R.

_Anne_ There is a tumult in the drawing-room.

_Mrs. C_ They come! You tremble! Go--take away your puny love; hide it where it will not injure him--leave me to face this danger!

_Anne_ He is not guilty.

_Mrs. C_ What’s that to me, woman? I am his mother--the hunters are after my blood! Sit there--look away from this door. They come!

[_Knocking loudly--crash--door_ R. 3 E. _opened--enter_ CORPORAL
_and_ SOLDIERS, _who cross stage, facing up to charge_--GENTLEMEN
_with drawn swords on steps_, C.; LADIES _on at back_--O’MOORE, R. 3
E.--_enter_ CORRIGAN, R. 3 E.--KYRLE _on steps_, C.

_Corrig_ Gentlemen, put up your swords; the house is surrounded by a military force, and we are here in the king’s name.

_Anne_ [R.] Gentlemen, come on, there was a time in Ireland when neither king nor faction could call on Castle Chute without a bloody welcome.

_Guests_ Clear them out!

_Kyrle_ [_Interposing._] Anne, are you mad? Put up your swords--stand back there--speak--O’Moore, what does this strange outrage mean?

[SOLDIERS _fall back_--GENTLEMEN _on steps_; KYRLE _comes forward_.

_O’Moore_ Mrs. Cregan, a fearful charge is made against your son; I know--I believe he is innocent; I suggest, then, that the matter be investigated here at once, amongst his friends, so that this scandal may be crushed in its birth.

_Kyrle_ Where is Hardress?

_Corrig_ Where?--why, he’s escaping while we are jabbering here. Search the house. [_Exit two_ SOLDIERS, R. 3 E.

_Mrs. C_ [L.] Must we submit to this, sir? Will you, a magistrate, permit--

_O’Moore_ I regret Mrs. Cregan, but as a form--

_Mrs. C_ Go on, sir!

_Corrig_ [_At door_, L. 3 E.] What room is this? ’tis locked--

_Mrs. C_ That is my sleeping chamber.

_Corrig_ My duty compels me--

_Mrs. C_ [_Throws key down on ground._] Be it so, sir.

_Corrig_ [_Picks up key--unlocks door._] She had the key--he’s there.

[_Exit_ CORPORAL _and two_ SOLDIERS.

_Mrs. C_ He has escaped by this time.

_O’Moore_ [_At_ L. _table_.] I hope Miss Chute will pardon me for my share in this transaction--believe me, I regret--

_Anne_ Don’t talk to me of your regret, while you are doing your worst. It is hate, not justice, that brings this accusation against Hardress, and this disgrace upon me.

_Kyrle_ Anne!

_Anne_ Hold _your_ tongue--his life’s in danger, and if I can’t love him, I’ll fight for him, and that’s more than any of you men can do. [_To_ O’MOORE.] Go on with your dirty work. You have done the worst now--you have dismayed our guests, scattered terror amid our festival, and made the remembrance of this night, which should have been a happy one, a thought of gloom and shame.

_Mrs. C_ Hark! I hear--I hear his voice. It can not be.

_Re-enter_ CORRIGAN, L. 3 E.

_Corrig_ The prisoner is here!

_Mrs. C_ [C.] Ah, [_Utters a cry._] is he? Dark bloodhound, have you found him? May the tongue that tells me so be withered from the roots, and the eye that first detected him be darkened in its socket!

_Kyrle_ Oh, madam! for heaven’s sake!

_Anne_ Mother! mother!

_Mrs. C_ What! shall it be for nothing he has stung the mother’s heart, and set her brain on fire?

_Enter_ HARDRESS, _handcuffed, and two_ SOLDIERS, L. 3 E.

I tell you that my tongue may hold its peace, but there is not a vein in all my frame but curses him. [_Turns--sees_ HARDRESS; _falls on his breast_.] My boy! my boy!

_Hard_ [L.] Mother, I entreat you to be calm. [_Crosses to_ C.] Kyrle, there are my hands, do you think there is blood upon them?

[KYRLE _seizes his hand_--GENTLEMEN _press round him, take his hand, and retire up_.

_Hard_ I thank you, gentlemen; your hands acquit me. Mother, be calm--sit there. [_Points to chair_, L.

_Anne_ Come here, Hardress; your place is here by me.

_Hard_ [R. C.] Now, sir, I am ready.

_Corrig_ [L. _of table_.] I will lay before you, sir, the deposition upon which the warrant issues against the prisoner. Here is the confession of Daniel or Danny Mann, a person in the service of the accused, taken on his death-bed--in articulo mortis, you’ll observe.

_O’Moore_ But not witnessed.

_Corrig_ [_Calling._] Bring in that woman.

_Enter_ SHEELAH _and two_ SOLDIERS, R. 3 E.

I have witnesses. Your worship will find the form of the law in perfect shape.

_O’Moore_ Read the confession, sir.

_Corrig_ [_Reads._] “The deponent being on his death-bed, in the presence of Sheelah Mann and Thomas O’Brien, parish priest of Kinmare, deposed and said”--

_Enter_ FATHER TOM, R. 3 E.

Oh, you are come in time, sir.

_Father T_ I hope I am.

_Corrig_ We may have to call your evidence.

_Father T_ [C.] I have brought it with me.

_Corrig_ “Deposed and said, that he, deponent, killed Eily O’Connor; that said Eily was the wife of Hardress Cregan, and stood in the way of his marriage with Miss Anne Chute; deponent offered to put away the girl, and his master employed him to do so.”

_O’Moore_ Sheelah, did Danny confess this crime?

_Sheelah_ [L. C.] Divil a word--it’s a lie from end to end; that ould thief was niver in my cabin--he invented the whole of it--sure you’re the divil’s own parverter of the truth.

_Corrig_ Am I? Oh, oh! Father Tom will scarcely say as much? [_To him._] Did Danny Mann confess this in your presence?

_Father T_ I decline to answer that question!

_Corrig_ Aha! you must--the law will compel you!

_Father T_ I’d like to see the law that can unseal the lips of the priest, and make him reveal the secrets of heaven.

_Anne_ So much for your two witnesses. Ladies, stand close. Gentlemen, give us room here.

[BRIDESMAIDS _down_, R. _Exit_ FATHER TOM, R. 3 E.

_Corrig_ We have abundant proof, your worship--enough to hang a whole country. Danny isn’t dead yet. Deponent agreed with Cregan that if the deed was to be done, that he, Cregan, should give his glove as a token.

_Mrs. C_ Ah!

_Hard_ Hold! I confess that what he has read is true. Danny did make the offer, and I repelled his horrible proposition.

_Corrig_ Aha! but you gave him the glove.

_Hard_ Never, by my immortal soul--never!

_Mrs. C_ [_Advancing._] But _I_--_I_ did! [_Movement of surprise._] _I_ your wretched mother--I gave it to him--I am guilty! thank heaven for that! remove those bonds from his hands and put them here on mine.

_Hard_ ’Tis false, mother, you did not know his purpose--you could not know it. [CORPORAL _takes off handcuffs_.

_Mrs. C_ I will not say anything that takes the welcome guilt from off me.

_Enter_ MYLES _from steps_, C. _from_ R.

_Myles_ Won’t ye, ma’am? Well, if ye won’t, I will.

_All_ Myles!

_Myles_ Save all here. If you plaze, I’d like to say a word; there’s been a murder done, and I done it.

_All_ You!

_Myles_ Myself. Danny was killed by my hand. [_To_ CORRIG.] Were yez any way nigh that time?

_Corrig_ [_Quickly._] No.

_Myles_ [_Quickly._] That’s lucky; then take down what I’m sayin’. I shot the poor boy--but widout manin’ to hurt him. It’s lucky I killed him that time, for it’s lifted a mighty sin off the sowl of the crature.

_O’Moore_ What does he mean?

_Myles_ I mane, that if you found one witness to Eily O’Connor’s death, I found another that knows a little more about it, and here she is.

_Enter_ EILY _and_ FATHER TOM _down steps_, C. _from_ R.

_All_ Eily!

_Myles_ The Colleen Bawn herself!

_Eily_ Hardress! }

_Hard_ My wife--my own Eily. }

_Eily_ Here, darlin’, take the paper, and tear it if you like.

[_Offers him the certificate._

_Hard_ Eily, I could not live without you.

_Mrs. C_ If ever he blamed you, it was my foolish pride spoke in his hard words--he loves you with all his heart. Forgive me, Eily.

_Eily_ Forgive!

_Mrs. C_ Forgive your mother, Eily.

_Eily_ [_Embracing her._] Mother!

[MRS. CREGAN, HARDRESS, EILY, FATHER TOM, _group together_--ANNE,
KYRLE, _and_ GENTLEMEN--LADIES _together_--_their backs to_
CORRIGAN--CORRIGAN _takes bag, puts in papers, looks about, puts
on hat, buttons coat, slinks up stage, runs up stairs, and off_
R.--MYLES _points off after him--several_ GENTLEMEN _run after_
CORRIGAN.

_Anne_ But what’s to become of me? is all my emotion to be summoned for nothing? Is my wedding dress to go to waste, and here’s all my blushes ready? I must have a husband.

_Hyland and Gentlemen_ Take me.

_O’Moore_ Take me.

_Anne_ Don’t all speak at once! Where’s Mr. Daly?

_Kyrle_ [R.] Here I am, Anne!

_Anne_ [R. C.] Kyrle, come here! You said you loved me, and I think you do.

_Kyrle_ Oh!

_Anne_ Behave yourself now. If you’ll ask me, I’ll have you.

_Kyrle_ [_Embracing_ ANNE.] Anne! [_Shouts outside_, L. U. E.

_All_ What’s that?

_Myles_ [_Looking off out at back._] Don’t be uneasy! it’s only the boys outside that’s caught ould Corrigan thryin’ to get off, and they’ve got him in the horse-pond.

_Kyrle_ They’ll drown him.

_Myles_ Niver fear, he wasn’t born to be drowned--he won’t sink--he’ll rise out of the world, and divil a fut nearer heaven he’ll get than the top o’ the gallows.

_Eily_ [_To_ HARD.] And ye won’t be ashamed of me?

_Anne_ I’ll be ashamed of him if he does.

_Eily_ And when I spake--no--speak--

_Anne_ Spake is the right sound. Kyrle Daly, pronounce that word.

_Kyrle_ That’s right; if you ever spake it any other way I’ll divorce ye--mind that.

_Father T_ Eily, darlin’, in the middle of your joy, sure you would not forget one who never forsook you in your sorrow.

_Eily_ Oh, Father Tom!

_Father T_ Oh, it’s not myself I mane.

_Anne_ No, it’s that marauder there, that lent me his top coat in the thunder storm. [_Pointing to_ MYLES.

_Myles_ Bedad, ma’am, your beauty left a linin’ in it that has kept me warm ever since.

_Eily_ Myles, you saved my life--it belongs to you. There’s my hand--what will you do with it?

_Myles_ [_Takes her hand and_ HARDRESS’S.] Take her, wid all my heart. I may say that, for ye can’t take her without. I am like the boy who had a penny to put in the poor-box--I’d rather keep it for myself. It’s a shamrock itself ye have got, sir; and like that flower she’ll come up every year fresh and green foreninst ye. When ye cease to love her may dyin’ become ye, and when ye _do_ die, lave yer money to the poor, your widdy to me, and we’ll both forgive ye.

[_Joins hands._

_Eily_ I’m only a poor simple girl, and it’s frightened I am to be surrounded by so many--

_Anne_ Friends, Eily, friends.

_Eily_ Oh, if I could think so--if I could hope that I had established myself in a little corner of their hearts, there wouldn’t be a happier girl alive than THE COLLEEN BAWN.

SOLDIERS. SOLDIERS.
GUESTS. GUESTS.
HYLAND.
O’MOORE. SHEELAH.
KYRLE. ANNE. MYLES. HARDRESS. EILY. FATHER TOM. MRS. CREGAN.
R. L.

THE END.

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Transcriber's Note

The following apparent errors have been corrected:

p. 5 "vulgularly" changed to "vulgarly"

p. 10 "_Miles_" changed to "_Myles_"

p. 10 "_Myles._" changed to "_Myles_"

p. 19 "it her" changed to "it in her"

p. 19 "he brazen" changed to "he’d brazen"

p. 22 "[_Aside_]" changed to "[_Aside._]"

p. 24 "DANNY" changed to "DANNY."

p. 25 "_Danny._" changed to "_Danny_"

p. 25 "_Eily._" changed to "_Eily_"

p. 26 "_Staggering_" changed to "_Staggering._"

p. 26 "_Anne._" changed to "_Anne_"

p. 30 "dyin,’" changed to "dyin’,"

p. 31 "_Going up_" changed to "_Going up._"

p. 31 "SHEEELAH" changed to "SHEELAH"

p. 32 "Muckrose" changed to "Muckross"

p. 32 "Make" changed to "Made"

p. 33 "Conccals" changed to "Conceals"

p. 33 "_Annie_" changed to "_Anne_"

p. 35 "matter" changed to "matter."

p. 36 "t’ye. don’t" changed to "t’ye, don’t"

p. 36 "DUCIA" changed to "DUCIE"

p. 37 "commence" changed to "commence?"

p. 37 "_Ducia_" changed to "_Ducie_"

p. 37 "O’Conner" changed to "O’Connor"

p. 38 "_Hard._" changed to "_Hard_"

p. 39 "3 E" changed to "3 E."

p. 40 "3" changed to "3 E."

p. 40 "do so." changed to "do so.”"

Inconsistent spelling and punctuation have otherwise been left as printed.