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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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       THE FIDDLER'S HOUSE

       CHARACTERS

       ACT I

       ACT II

       ACT III

       THE LAND:. AN AGRARIAN COMEDY IN THREE ACTS

       ACT I

       ACT II

       ACT III

       THOMAS MUSKERRY

       ACT FIRST

       ACT THIRD

      AUTHOR'S NOTE THE FIDDLER'S HOUSE THE LAND: AN AGRARIAN COMEDY IN THREE ACTS THOMAS MUSKERRY

       THE FIDDLER'S HOUSE

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CHARACTERS

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      CONN HOURICAN, a Fiddler.

       MAIRE (Mary) [1] HOURICAN, his daughter.

       ANNE HOURICAN, a younger daughter.

       BRIAN MACCONNELL, a younger farmer.

       JAMES MOYNIHAN, a farmer's son.

      The action passes in the Houricans' house in the Irish Midlands.

      [Footnote 1: The name is pronounced as if written "Maurya."]

ACT I

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      SCENE: The interior of a farmer's cottage; the kitchen. The entrance is at the back right. To the left is the fire-place, an open hearth, with a fire of peat. There is a room door to the right, a pace below the entrance; and another room door below the fire-place. Between the room door and the entrance there is a row of wooden pegs, on which men's coats hang. Below this door is a dresser containing pretty delpht. There is a small window at back, a settle bed folded into a high bench; a small mirror hangs right of the window. A backed chair and some stools are about the hearth. A table to the right with cloth and tea things on it. The cottage looks pretty and comfortable. It is towards the close of an Autumn day.

      James Moynihan has finished tea; Anne Hourican is at the back, seated on the settle knitting, and watching James. James Moynihan is about twenty-eight. He has a good forehead, but his face is indeterminate. He has been working in the fields, and is dressed in trousers, shirt, and heavy boots. Anne Hourican is a pretty, dark-haired girl of about nineteen.

      James Moynihan rises.

      ANNE

       And so you can't stay any longer, James?

      JAMES (with a certain solemnity) No, Anne. I told my father I'd be back while there was light, and I'm going back. (He goes to the rack, takes his coat, and puts it on him) Come over to our house to-night, Anne. I'll be watching the girls coming in, and thinking on yourself; there's none of them your match for grace and favour. My father wanted me to see a girl in Arvach. She has three hundred pounds, besides what the priest, her uncle, will leave her. "Father," says I, "listen to me now. Haven't I always worked for you like a steady, useful boy?" "You have," says he. "Did I ever ask you for anything unreasonable?" says I. "No," says he. "Well then," says I, "don't ask me to do unreasonable things. I'm fond of Anne Hourican, and not another girl will I marry. What's money, after all?" says I, "there's gold on the whin-bushes if you only knew it." And he had to leave it at that.

      ANNE

       You always bring people around.

      JAMES

       The quiet, reasonable way is the way that people like.

      ANNE

       Still, with all, I'm shy of going into your house.

      JAMES Don't doubt but there'll be a welcome before you; come round with Maire.

       Anne rises, and comes to him. She has graceful, bird-like movements.

      ANNE (putting her hands on James' shoulders) Maybe we won't have a chance of seeing each other after all.

       James Moynihan kisses her reverently

      JAMES Sit down now, Anne, because there's something I want to show you. Do you ever see "The Shamrock"?

      ANNE

       Very seldom.

      James and Anne go to the settle; they sit down.

      JAMES There be good pieces in it sometimes. There's a poem of mine in it this week.

      ANNE

       Of yours, James? Printed, do you mean?

      JAMES

       Ay, printed. (He takes a paper out of his pocket, and opens it) It's a poem to yourself, though your name doesn't come into it. (Gives paper) Let no one see it, Anne, at least not for the present. And now, good-bye.

      Goes to the door. Anne continues reading the verse eagerly. At the door James turns and recites:—

      When lights are failing, and skies are paling,

       And leaves are sailing a-down the air,

       O, it's then that love lifts my heart above

       My roving thoughts and my petty care;

       And though the gloom be like the tomb,

       Where there's no room for my love and me,

       O, still I'll find you, and still I'll bind you,

       My wild sweet rose of Aughnalee!

      That's the first stanza. Good-bye.

      James goes out. Anne continues reading, then she leaves the paper down with a sigh.

      ANNE O, it's lovely! (She takes the paper up again, rises and goes to the door. She remains looking out. Some one speaks to her) No, Brian, Maire's not back yet. Ay, I'll engage she'll give you a call when she does come back. (Anne turns back. She opens drawer in the dresser and puts paper in. She begins to clear table, putting the delpht back on dresser. To herself, anxiously) I hope Maire won't forget to call at the mill. (Room door right opens, and Conn Hourican comes down. Conn Hourican is a man of about fifty, with clear-cut, powerful features,

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