New Comedies Part 1

New Irish Comedies.

by Lady Augusta Gregory.

THE BOGIE MEN

PERSONS

_Taig O'Harragha_ | BOTH CHIMNEY

_Darby Melody_ | SWEEPS

THE BOGIE MEN

_Scene: A Shed near where a coach stops. Darby comes in. Has a tin can of water in one hand, a sweep's bag and brush in the other. He lays down bag on an empty box and puts can on the floor. Is taking a showy suit of clothes out of bag and admiring them and is about to put them on when he hears some one coming and hurriedly puts them back into the bag_.

_Taig: (At door.)_ G.o.d save all here!

_Darby:_ G.o.d save you. A sweep is it? _(Suspiciously.)_ What brought you following me?

_Taig:_ Why wouldn't I be a sweep as good as yourself?

_Darby:_ It is not one of my own trade I came looking to meet with.

It is a shelter I was searching out, where I could put on a decent appearance, rinsing my head and my features in a tin can of water.

_Taig:_ Is it long till the coach will be pa.s.sing by the cross-road beyond?

_Darby:_ Within about a half an hour they were telling me.

_Taig:_ There does be much people travelling to this place?

_Darby:_ I suppose there might, and it being the high road from the town of Ennis.

_Taig:_ It should be in this town you follow your trade?

_Darby:_ It is not in the towns I do be.

_Taig:_ There's nothing but the towns, since the farmers in the country clear out their own chimneys with a bush under and a bush overhead.

_Darby:_ I travel only gentlemen's houses.

_Taig:_ There does be more of company in the streets than you'd find on the bare road.

_Darby:_ It isn't easy get company for a person has but two empty hands.

_Taig:_ Wealth to be in the family it is all one nearly with having a grip of it in your own palm.

_Darby:_ I wish to the Lord it was the one thing.

_Taig:_ You to know what I know--

_Darby:_ What is it that you know?

_Taig:_ It is dealing out cards through the night time I will be from this out, and making bets on racehorses and fighting-c.o.c.ks through all the hours of the day.

_Darby:_ I would sooner to be sleeping in feathers and to do no hand's turn at all, day or night.

_Taig:_ If I came paddling along through every place this day and the road hard under my feet, it is likely I will have my choice way leaving it.

_Darby:_ How is that now?

_Taig:_ A horse maybe and a car or two horses, or maybe to go in the coach, and I myself sitting alongside the man came in it.

_Darby:_ Is it that he is taking you into his service?

_Taig:_ Not at all! And I being of his own family and his blood.

_Darby:_ Of his blood now?

_Taig:_ A relation I have, that is full up of money and of every whole thing.

_Darby:_ A relation?

_Taig:_ A first cousin, by the side of the mother.

_Darby:_ Well, I am not without having a first cousin of my own.

_Taig:_ I wouldn't think he'd be much. To be listening to my mother giving out a report of my one's ways, you would maybe believe it is no empty skin of a man he is.

_Darby:_ My own mother was not without giving out a report of my man's ways.

_Taig:_ Did she see him?

_Darby:_ She did, I suppose, or the thing was near him. She never was tired talking of him.

_Taig:_ It is often my own mother would have Dermot pictured to myself.

_Darby:_ It is often the likeness of Timothy was laid down to me by the teaching of my mother's mouth, since I was able to walk the floor. She thought the whole world of him.

_Taig:_ A bright scholar she laid Dermot down to be. A good doing fellow for himself. A man would be well able to go up to his promise.

_Darby:_ That is the same account used to be given out of Timothy.

_Taig:_ To some trade of merchandise it is likely Dermot was reared.

A good living man that was never any cost on his mother.

_Darby:_ To own an estate before he would go far in age Timothy was on the road.