JAMES
Anne was telling me how you took the victory from Connaught.
CONN
Still I'm sorry for him! That poor Heffernan! He'll never hold
up his head again.
JAMES
Sure I'd have it in a ballad that would be sung in his own town.
It would be well worth putting into a ballad.
CONN
Well indeed, it would make a right good ballad, James.
JAMES
I'd like to make a ballad about it, that would be sung all
over Connaught.
CONN
And why wouldn't you do it, James Moynihan? Sure it would be
the making of you. It would be sung all over Ireland, and your name
to it. Do you hear that, Maire? Do you hear that, Anne?
JAMES
I'm saying that I'd like to do a ballad about your father's
victory.
CONN
Maybe you could have it this night week, James? ANNE Will it be
a poem or a ballad, James?
_Anne goes to him_.
CONN
If you had it this night week, we could bring the boys to the
place. What do you say to that, Maire? We'll bring the boys here
this night week to hear James Moynihan's ballad.
MAIRE
I was thinking of the Feis at Ardagh.
CONN
The Feis at Ardagh?
MAIRE
Maybe you'll be going to it this night week.
CONN
Sure you're not joking with me, Maire?
MAIRE
No.
_She rises_.
CONN
God forgive me, Maire, if I vexed you.
_Maire goes up to Conn's room_.
CONN
Anne, jewel, had Maire anything to say about Ardagh?
ANNE
We weren't talking about that at all.
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