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قراءة كتاب New Comedies
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be laughing and mocking, and that would not have the same habits with yourself, or to have no fear of things you would be in dread of, or to be using a different class of food.
Peter Tannian: I use no food but clean food.
Hyacinth Halvey: To be giddy in the head is a sign, and to be talking of things that passed years ago.
Peter Tannian: I am talking of nothing but the thing I have a right to talk of.
Mrs. Broderick: To be nervous and thinking and pausing, and playing with knicknacks.
Peter Tannian: It never was my habit to be playing with knicknacks.
Bartley Fallon: When the master in the school where I was went queer, he beat me with two clean rods, and wrote my name with my own blood.
Mrs. Broderick: To take the shoe off their foot, and to hit out right and left with it, bawling their life out, tearing their clothes, scattering and casting them in every part; or to run naked through the town, and all the people after them.
Shawn Early: To be jumping the height of trees they do be, and all the people striving to slacken them.
Hyacinth Halvey: To steal prayer-books and rosaries, and to be saying prayers they never could keep in mind before.
Mrs. Broderick: Very strong, that they could leap a wall—jumping and pushing and kicking—or to tie people to one another with a rope.
Shawn Early: Any fear of any person here being violent, Mr. Halvey will get him put under restraint.
Peter Tannian: Is it myself you are thinking to put under restraint? Would a man would be pushing and kicking and tearing his clothes, be able to do arithmetic on a board? Look now at that. (Chalks figures on door.) Three and three makes six!—and three—
Mrs. Broderick: I'm no hand at figuring, but I can say out a blessed hymn, what any person with the mind gone contrary in them could not do. Hearken now till you'll know is there confusion in my mind. (Sings.)
Mary Broderick is my name;
Fiddane was my station;
Cloon is my dwelling-place;
And (I hope) heaven is my destination.
Mary Broderick is my name,
Cloon was my—
Cracked Mary: (With a cackle of delight.) Give heed to them now, Davideen! That's the way the crazed people used to be going on in the place where I was, every one thinking the other to be cracked.
Hyacinth Halvey: (To Tannian.) Look now at your great figuring! Argus with his hundred eyes wouldn't know is that a nought or is it a nine without a tail.
Peter Tannian: Leave that blame on a little ridge that is in the nature of the chalk. Look now at Mary Broderick, that it has failed to word out her verse.
Mrs. Broderick: Ah, what signifies? I'd never get light greatly. It wouldn't be worth while I to go mad.
(Bartley Fallon gives a deep groan.)
Shawn Early: What is on you, Bartley?
Bartley Fallon: I'm in dread it is I myself has got the venom into my blood.
Hyacinth Halvey: What makes you think that?
Bartley Fallon: It's a sort of a thing would be apt to happen me, and any malice to fall within the town at all.
Mrs. Broderick: Give heed to him, Hyacinth Halvey; you are the most man we have to baffle any wrong thing coming in our midst!
Hyacinth Halvey: Is it that you are feeling any pain as of a wound or a sore?
Bartley Fallon: Some sort of a little catch I'm thinking there is in under my knee. I would feel no pain unless I would turn it contrary.
Hyacinth Halvey: What class of feeling would you say you are feeling?
Bartley Fallon: I am feeling as if the five fingers of my hand to be lessening from me, the same as five farthing dips the heat of the sun would be sweating the tallow from.
Hyacinth Halvey: That is a strange account.
Bartley Fallon: And a sort of a megrim in my head, the same as a sheep would get a fit of staggers in a field.
Hyacinth Halvey: That is what I would look for. Is there some sort of a roaring in your ear?
Bartley Fallon: There is, there is, as if I would hear voices would be talking.
Hyacinth Halvey: Would you feel any wish to go tearing and destroying?
Bartley Fallon: I would indeed, and there to be an enemy upon my path. Would you say now, Widow Broderick, am I getting anyway flushy in the face?
Mrs. Broderick: Don't leave your eye off him for pity's sake. He is reddening as red as a rose.
Bartley Fallon: I could as if walk on the wind with lightness. Something that is rising in my veins the same as froth would be rising on a pint.
Hyacinth Halvey: It is the doctor I'd best call for—and maybe the sergeant and the priest.
Bartley Fallon: There are three thoughts going through my mind—to hang myself or to drown myself, or to cut my neck with a reaping-hook.
Mrs. Broderick: It is the doctor will serve him best, where it is the mad blood that should be bled away. To break up eggs, the white of them, in a tin can, will put new blood in him, and whiskey, and to taste no food through twenty-one days.
Bartley Fallon: I'm thinking so long a fast wouldn't serve me. I wouldn't wish the lads will bear my body to the grave, to lay down there was nothing within it but a grasshopper or a wisp of dry grass.
Shawn Early: No, but to cut a piece out of his leg the doctor will, the way the poison will get no leave to work.
Peter Tannian: Or to burn it with red-hot irons, the way it will not scatter itself and grow. There does a doctor do that out in foreign.
Mrs. Broderick: It would be more natural to cut the leg off him in some sort of a Christian way.
Shawn Early: If it was a pig was bit, or a sow or a bonav, it to show the signs, it would be shot, if it was a whole fleet of them was in it.
Mrs. Broderick: I knew of a man that was butler in a big house was bit, and they tied him first and smothered him after, and his master shot the dog. A splendid shot he was; the thing he'd not see he'd hit it the same as the thing he'd see. I heard that from an outside neighbour of my own, a woman that told no lies.
Shawn Early: Sure, they did the same thing to a high-up lady over in England, and she after being bit by her own little spaniel and it having a ring around its neck.
Peter Tannian: That is the only best thing to do. Whether the bite is from a dog, or a cat, or whatever it may be, to put the quilt and the blankets on the person and smother him in the bed. To smother them out-and-out you should, before the madness will work.
Hyacinth Halvey: I'd be loth he to be shot or smothered. I'd sooner to give him a chance in the asylum.