JAMES
Play me a rouse on the fiddle and maybe the ballad will come
into my head.
_Maire comes down, a fiddle in her hands_.
MAIRE
Here's the fiddle that was your favourite, the Granard fiddle.
CONN
And this is the fiddle I'll bring with me to Ardagh.
ANNE
And is he going to Ardagh?
JAMES
And what about the ballad, Mister Hourican?
CONN
I leave it all to Maire now. How well she bethought of the
Granard fiddle.
MAIRE
Father, we were always together.
_She hands him the fiddle. Conn, Maire, James, Anne, are at table_.
CURTAIN
_ACT III_
_A week later: The scene is as in previous Acts. The table is near
entrance. It is laid for a meal. The time is near sunset. Conn
Hourican, Maire Hourican, and James Moynihan are seated at table.
Maire Hourican rises. She goes to entrance and remains looking out.
Conn and James go on eating_.
CONN
However it is, I could never play my best in this place. The
houses are too scattered, I often think. And it doesn't do for the
fiddler to remain too long in the one place. The people get too used
to him. Virgil made better songs than any man, but if Virgil was
sung in the fairs constant, divil much heed would be given to his
songs.
JAMES
Now, I often thought of that.
CONN
Another thing, James Moynihan, Ribbonism and the Land League
ruined the country.
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