Mahon Is it me?

Christy Not a word out of you. Go on from this.

Mahon (walking out and looking back at Christy over his shoulder). Glory be to God! (With a broad smile.) I am crazy again! (Goes.)

Christy Ten thousand blessings upon all that’s here, for you’ve turned me a likely gaffer in the end of all, the way I’ll go romancing through a romping lifetime from this hour to the dawning of the judgment day. (He goes out.)

Michael By the will of God, we’ll have peace now for our drinks. Will you draw the porter, Pegeen?

Shawn (going up to her). It’s a miracle Father Reilly can wed us in the end of all, and we’ll have none to trouble us when his vicious bite is healed.

Pegeen (hitting him a box on the ear). Quit my sight. (Putting her shawl over her head and breaking out into wild lamentations.) Oh, my grief, I’ve lost him surely. I’ve lost the only Playboy of the Western World.

Curtain