MARKS

The Dragon SEAGHAN BARLOW

The Porter STEPHEN CASEY

The Gatekeeper HUBERT M'GUIRE

Two Aunts of the Prince of the Marshes {ESME WARD
{DYMPHNA DALY




ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

PERSONS


_The Mother_.

_Celia_ (HER DAUGHTER).

_Conan_ (HER STEPSON).

_Timothy_ (HER SERVING MAN).

_Rock_ (A NEIGHBOUR).

_Flannery_ (HIS HERD).

_Two Cats_.


ACT I




ACT I


_Scene: A Room in an old half-ruined castle_.

_Mother_: Look out the door, Celia, and see is
your uncle coming.

_Celia_: (_Who is lying on the ground, a bunch of
ribbons in her hand, and playing with a pigeon, looks
towards door without getting up_.) I see no sign of
him.

_Mother_: What time were you telling me it was
a while ago?

_Celia_: It is not five minutes hardly since I was
telling you it was ten o'clock by the sun.

_Mother_: So you did, if I could but have kept
it in mind. What at all ails him that he does not
come in to the breakfast?

_Celia_: He went out last night and the full moon
shining. It is likely he passed the whole night
abroad, drowsing or rummaging, whatever he does
be looking for in the rath.

_Mother_: I'm in dread he'll go crazy with digging
in it.

_Celia_: He was crazy with crossness before that.

_Mother_: If he is it's on account of his learning.
Them that have too much of it are seven times
crosser than them that never saw a book.

_Celia_: It is better to be tied to any thorny bush
than to be with a cross man. He to know the
seventy-two languages he couldn't be more crabbed
than what he is.

_Mother_: It is natural to people do be so clever
to be fiery a little, and not have a long patience.

_Celia_: It's a pity he wouldn't stop in that
school he had down in the North, and not to come
back here in the latter end of life.

_Mother_: Ah, he was maybe tired with enlightening
his scholars and he took a notion to acquaint
ourselves with knowledge and learning. I was
trying to reckon a while ago th