What's this infernal
noise? What on earth is the matter?
O'FLAHERTY. Arra hold your whisht, mother. Don't you see his
honor?
MRS O'FLAHERTY. Oh, Sir, I'm ruined and destroyed. Oh, won't you
speak to Dinny, Sir: I'm heart scalded with him. He wants to
marry a Frenchwoman on me, and to go away and be a foreigner and
desert his mother and betray his country. It's mad he is with the
roaring of the cannons and he killing the Germans and the Germans
killing him, bad cess to them! My boy is taken from me and turned
agen me; and who is to take care of me in my old age after all
I've done for him, ochone! ochone!
O'FLAHERTY. Hold your noise, I tell you. Who's going to leave
you? I'm going to take you with me. There now: does that satisfy
you?
MRS O'FLAHERTY. Is it take me into a strange land among heathens
and pagans and savages, and me not knowing a word of their
language nor them of mine?
O'FLAHERTY. A good job they don't: maybe they'll think you're
talking sense.
MRS O'FLAHERTY. Ask me to die out of Ireland, is it? and the
angels not to find me when they come for me!
O'FLAHERTY.
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