One-act Plays by Modern Authors

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Helen Louise Cohen
Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - American drama - 342 pages
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Page 202 - In the big world the old people do be leaving things after them for their sons and children, but in this place it is the young men do be leaving things behind for them that do be old.
Page 200 - NORA. He'll not stop him, mother, and I heard Eamon Simon and Stephen Pheety and Colum Shawn saying he would go. MAURYA. Where is he itself? NORA. He went down to see would there be another boat sailing in the week, and I'm thinking it won't be long till he's here now, for the tide's turning at the green head, and the hooker's tacking from the east.
Page 203 - I'll get his shirt off the hook the way we can put the one flannel on the other. [She looks through some clothes hanging in the corner.] It's not with them, Cathleen, and where will it be? CATHLEEN. I'm thinking Hartley put it on him in the morning, for his own shirt was heavy with the salt in it.
Page 199 - We're to find out if it's Michael's they are, some time herself will be down looking by the sea. Cathleen. How would they be Michael's, Nora? How would he go the length of that way to the far north? Nora. The young priest says he's known the like of it. 'If it's Michael's they are...
Page 206 - Continues without hearing anything. There was Sheamus and his father, and his own father again, were lost in a dark night, and not a stick or sign was seen of them when the sun went up. There was Patch after was drowned out of a...
Page 266 - I have grown to believe that an old man, seated in his armchair, watting patiently, with his lamp beside him; giving unconscious ear to all the eternal laws that reign about his house, interpreting, without comprehending, the silence of doors and windows and the quivering voice of the light, submitting with bent head to the presence of his soul and his destiny...
Page 202 - God speed you," the way he'll be easy in his mind. MAURYA [taking the bread]. Will I be in it as soon as himself ? CATHLEEN. If you go now quickly. MAURYA [standing up unsteadily]. It's hard set I am to walk. CATHLEEN [looking at her anxiously]. Give her the stick, Nora, or maybe she'll slip on the big stones.
Page 168 - The wake for Jack Smith! Tim Casey: Why wouldn't he get a wake as well as another? Would you begrudge him that much? Bartley: Red Jack Smith dead! Who was telling you? Shawn Early: The whole town knows of it by this. Bartley: Do they say what way did he die? James Ryan: You don't know that yourself, I suppose, Bartley Fallon? You don't know he was followed and that he was laid dead with the stab of a hayfork? Bartley: The stab of a hayfork! Shawn Early: You don't know, I suppose, that the body was...
Page 207 - I'll have now, and it's time surely. It's a great rest I'll have now, and great sleeping in the long nights after Samhain, if it's only a bit of wet flour we do have to eat, and maybe a fish that would be stinking.
Page 208 - ... when the sun rises. We have fine white boards herself bought, God help her, thinking Michael would be found, and I have a new cake you can eat while you'll be working. THE OLD MAN [looking at the boards]. Are there nails with them?

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