Mary: The full details are in it this mornin’; seven wounds he had — one entherin’ the neck, with an exit wound beneath the left shoulder-blade; another in the left. Title. Juno and the paycock / Sean O’Casey. Author. O’Casey, Sean, Availability. Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons. Juno and the Paycock is a play about an extraordinary period in Irish. $, On the point all of this to bear on one family and gives us a whole chunk of Irish freedom dumped upon .. The text gives you clues as well. Like the thing about.
BOYLE making no move. Boyle to her chair, and Mary to the sofa. Joxer, Joxer, are you there? The voice of a coal-block vendor is heard chanting in the street. Joxer comes in door r. After some coaxing, MRS.
I remember as well as I remember yestherday, at a party given to celebrate the comin’ of the first chiselur to Annie an’ Benny Jimeson — who was the barber, yous may remember, in Henrietta Street, that, afther Easter Week, hung out a green, white an’ orange pole, an’, then, when the Tans started their Jazz dancin’, whipped it in agen, an’ stuck out a red, white an’ blue wan instead, givin’ as an excuse that a barber’s pole was strictly non-political — singin’ ” An’ You’ll Remember Me “, with the top notes quiverin’ in a dead hush of pethrified attention, folleyed be a clappin’ o’ hans that shuk the tumblers on the table, an’ capped be Jimeson, the barber, sayin’ that it was the best rendherin’ of ” You’ll Remember Me ” he ever heard in his natural!
Joxer meeting him at the door. I have somethin’ else to think of besides collogin’ with Joxer. She thinks violently for a second. He screws on cap of fountain-pen, puts it hack in breast pocket, and sits back with an important air on the sofa.
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Here’s the hearse, here’s the hearse! No, we don’t want any blocks! It was simply due to an over- wrought imagination — we all get that way at times. Oh, it’s a darlin’ funeral, a daarlin’ funeral!
There was nothin’ there thr all — it was the red light you seen, an’ the talk we had put all the rest into your head. What about yourself, Mrs. The party has settled down for a drink and a few songs.
Juno and the paycock / Sean O’Casey
Oh, good evening, Mary; how pretty you’re looking! Boyle comes in from room l. You might as well know now, Johnny, as another time. I’ll wait for it, will I? Boyle sitting at fire ; turning to look at Jerry.
What a comical name 1 Boyle.
Test, Joxer, you want to see me? You hardly speak to me, an’ then only a word with a face o’ bittherness on it. Mary crosses over stage, behind table, to Bentham, l. Wait till you hear what Mr. Well, lot him look I Mrs. Votive lamp lit, and frosted amber baby spot on it. All a gramo- phone wants is to be properly played; it’s thrue wondher is only felt when everythins quiet — what a gramophone wants is dead silence!
He turns to look around the room, and catches sight of the bottle of stout on the table. Boyle comes doum- stage, flul a chair, and sits down above fireplace, almost facing Benttiam, but in full view of audience. Bentham takes a large-looking document from breast pocket, opens it out. Johnny, Johnny, come out here pzycock a minute. Tancred; it’s a cowld night, an’ the win’s blowin’ sharp. He was not what some call pious — seldom at church or prayer; For the greatest scoundrels I tfxt, sir, goes every Sunday there.
A bottle o’ stout ud be a little too heavy for me stummock afther me tay. BOYLE packing the things away with a rush in the press.
Boyle; I’m in a desperate hurry, a desperate hurry. The happiness of man depends upon his sympathy with this Spirit. His face is like a bundle of crinkled paper; his eyes have a cunning twinkle; he is spare and tedt built; he has a habit of constantly shrugging his shoulders with a peculiar twitching movement, meant to be ingratiating.
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Some men become Yogi in a short time, it may take others millions of years. The foreman in Foley’s told me you hadn’t left the snug with Joxer ten minutes before I went in. U-u-ugh, that’s a grand-lookin’ insthrument — how much was it?