The Colleen Bawn

Father T I do, Eily; I’ll never breathe a word of it – it is as sacred as an oath. [Exit L. —music.

Eily [Going to cottage.] Shut me in, Myles, and take the key wid ye, this time. [Exit in cottage, R. C.

Myles [Locks door.] There ye are like a pearl in an oyster; now I’ll go to my bed as usual on the mountain above – the bolster is stuffed wid rocks, and I’ll have a cloud round me for a blanket.

[Exit Myles, R. 2 ESCENE IV. —Outside of Castle Chute. [1st grooves.] Enter Corrigan and six Soldiers, R. 1 E

Corrig Quietly, boys; sthrew yourselves round the wood – some of ye at the gate beyant – two more this way – watch the windies; if he’s there to escape at all, he’ll jump from a windy. The house is surrounded.

Quadrille music under stage. – Air, “The Boulanger.”

Oh, oh! they’re dancin’ – dancin’ and merry-making, while the net is closin’ around ’em. Now Masther Hardress Cregan – I was kicked out, was I; but I’ll come this time wid a call that ye’ll answer wid your head instead of your foot. My letters were returned unopened; but here’s a bit of writin’ that ye’ll not be able to hand back so easy.

Enter Corporal, R

Corp All right, sir.

Corrig Did you find the woman, as I told ye?

Corp Here she is, sir.

Enter Sheelah, guarded by two Soldiers, R

Sheelah [Crying.] What’s this? Why am I thrated this way – what have I done?

Corrig You are wanted a while – it’s your testimony we require. Bring her this way. Follow me! [Exit, L.

Sheelah [Struggling.] Let me go back to my boy. Ah! good luck t’ye, don’t kape me from my poor boy! [Struggling.] Oh! you dirty blackguards, let me go – let me go!

[Exit Sheelah and Soldiers, LSCENE V. —Ball Room in Castle Chute. Steps, C.; platform – balustrade on top, backed by moonlight landscape – doors R. and L.; table L. C.; writing materials, books, papers, etc., on it; chairs; chair L. 2 E., chairs R.; chandeliers lighted. Ladies and Gentlemen, Wedding Guests discovered, Hyland Creagh, Bertie O’Moore, Ducie, Kathleen Creagh, Ada Creagh, Patsie O’Moore, Bridesmaids and Servants discovered. – Music going on under stage

Hyland Ducie, they are dancing the Boulanger, and they can’t see the figure unless you lend them the light of your eyes.

Kathleen We have danced enough; it is nearly seven o’clock.

Ducie Mr. O’Moore; when is the ceremony to commence?

O’Moore The execution is fixed for seven – here’s the scaffold, I presume. [Points to table.

Hyland Hardress looks like a criminal. I’ve seen him fight three duels, and he never showed such a pale face as he exhibits to-night.

Ducie He looks as if he was frightened at being so happy.

Hyland And Kyrle Daly wears as gay an appearance.

Enter Kyrle Daly down steps, C

Ducie Hush! here he is.

Kyrle That need not stop your speech, Hyland. I don’t hide my love for Anne Chute, and it is my pride, and no fault of mine if she has found a better man.

Hyland He is not a better man.

Kyrle He is – she thinks so – what she says becomes the truth.

Enter Mrs. Cregan, L. 2 E

Mrs. C Who says the days of chivalry are over? Come, gentlemen, the bridesmaids must attend the bride. The guests will assemble in the hall.

Enter Servant, R. 2 E., with letter and card on salver

Serv Mr. Bertie O’Moore, if you plase. A gentlemen below asked me to hand you this card.

O’Moore A gentleman! what can he want? [Reads card.] Ah! indeed; this is a serious matter, and excuses the intrusion.

Hyland What’s the matter?

O’Moore A murder has been committed.

All A murder?

O’Moore The perpetrator of the deed has been discovered, and the warrant for his arrest requires my signature.

Hyland Hang the rascal. [Goes up with Ducie.

O’Moore A magistrate, like a doctor, is called on at all hours.

Mrs. C We can excuse you for such a duty, Mr. O’Moore.

O’Moore [Crossing, R.] This is the result of some brawl at a fair, I suppose. Is Mr. Corrigan below?

Mrs. C [Starting.] Corrigan?

O’Moore Show me to him.

[Exit O’Moore and Servant, R. 2 E. – Guests go up and off, L. U. E

Mrs. C Corrigan here! What brings that man to this house?

[Exit Mrs. Cregan, R. 3 E Enter Hardress, down steps, C. from R., pale

Hardress [Sits, L.] It is in vain – I can not repress the terror with which I approach these nuptials – yet, what have I to fear? Oh! my heart is bursting with its load of misery.

Enter Anne, down steps, C. from R

Anne Hardress! what is the matter with you?

Hard [Rising, L. C.] I will tell you – yes, it may take this horrible oppression from my heart. At one time I thought you knew my secret: I was mistaken. The girl you saw at Muckross Head —

Anne [R. C.] Eily O’Connor?

Hard Was my wife!

Anne Your wife?

Hard Hush! Maddened with the miseries this act brought upon me, I treated her with cruelty – she committed suicide.

Anne Merciful powers!

Hard She wrote to me bidding me farewell forever, and the next day her cloak was found floating in the lake. [Anne sinks in chair.] Since then I have neither slept nor waked – I have but one thought, one feeling; my love for her, wild and maddened, has come back upon my heart like a vengeance.

[Music – tumult heard, R

Anne Heaven defend our hearts, what is that?

[Enter Mrs. Cregan, deadly pale. R. 3 E. —Locks door behind her

Mrs. C Hardress! my child!

Hard Mother!

Anne Mother, he is here. Look on him – speak to him – do not gasp and stare on your son in that horrid way. Oh, mother! speak, or you will break my heart.

Mrs. C Fly – fly! [Hardress going, R.] Not that way. No – the doors are defended! there is a soldier placed at every entrance! You – are trapped and caught – what shall we do? – the window in my chamber – come – come – quick – quick!

Anne Of what is he accused!

Hard Of murder. I see it in her face. [Noise, R.

Mrs. C Hush! they come – begone! Your boat is below that window. Don’t speak! when oceans are between you and danger – write! Till then not a word. [Forcing him off, R. 3 E. —noise, R.

Anne Accused of murder! He is innocent!

Mrs. C Go to your room! Go quickly to your room, you will betray him – you can’t command your features.

Anne Dear mother, I will.

Mrs. C Away, I say – you will drive me frantic, girl. My brain is stretched to cracking! Ha! [Noise, R.

Anne There is a tumult in the drawing-room.

Mrs. C They come! You tremble! Go – take away your puny love; hide it where it will not injure him – leave me to face this danger!

Anne He is not guilty.

Mrs. C What’s that to me, woman? I am his mother – the hunters are after my blood! Sit there – look away from this door. They come!

[Knocking loudly – crash – door R. 3 E. opened – enter Corporal and Soldiers, who cross stage, facing up to charge– Gentlemen with drawn swords on steps, C.; Ladies on at back– O’Moore, R. 3 E. —enter Corrigan, R. 3 E. – Kyrle on steps, C.

Corrig Gentlemen, put up your swords; the house is surrounded by a military force, and we are here in the king’s name.

Anne [R.] Gentlemen, come on, there was a time in Ireland when neither king nor faction could call on Castle Chute without a bloody welcome.

Guests Clear them out!

Kyrle [Interposing.] Anne, are you mad? Put up your swords – stand back there – speak – O’Moore, what does this strange outrage mean?

[Soldiers fall back– Gentlemen on steps; Kyrle comes forward

O’Moore Mrs. Cregan, a fearful charge is made against your son; I know – I believe he is innocent; I suggest, then, that the matter be investigated here at once, amongst his friends, so that this scandal may be crushed in its birth.

Kyrle Where is Hardress?

Corrig Where? – why, he’s escaping while we are jabbering here. Search the house. [Exit two Soldiers, R. 3 E.

Mrs. C [L.] Must we submit to this, sir? Will you, a magistrate, permit —

O’Moore I regret Mrs. Cregan, but as a form —

Mrs. C Go on, sir!

Corrig [At door, L. 3 E.] What room is this? ’tis locked —

Mrs. C That is my sleeping chamber.

Corrig My duty compels me —

Mrs. C [Throws key down on ground.] Be it so, sir.

Corrig [Picks up key – unlocks door.] She had the key – he’s there.

[Exit Corporal and two Soldiers

Mrs. C He has escaped by this time.

O’Moore [At L. table.] I hope Miss Chute will pardon me for my share in this transaction – believe me, I regret —

Anne Don’t talk to me of your regret, while you are doing your worst. It is hate, not justice, that brings this accusation against Hardress, and this disgrace upon me.

Kyrle Anne!

Anne Hold your tongue – his life’s in danger, and if I can’t love him, I’ll fight for him, and that’s more than any of you men can do. [To O’Moore.] Go on with your dirty work. You have done the worst now – you have dismayed our guests, scattered terror amid our festival, and made the remembrance of this night, which should have been a happy one, a thought of gloom and shame.

Mrs. C Hark! I hear – I hear his voice. It can not be.

Re-enter Corrigan, L. 3 E

Corrig The prisoner is here!

Mrs. C [C.] Ah, [Utters a cry.] is he? Dark bloodhound, have you found him? May the tongue that tells me so be withered from the roots, and the eye that first detected him be darkened in its socket!

Kyrle Oh, madam! for heaven’s sake!

Anne Mother! mother!

Mrs. C What! shall it be for nothing he has stung the mother’s heart, and set her brain on fire?

Enter Hardress, handcuffed, and two Soldiers, L. 3 E

I tell you that my tongue may hold its peace, but there is not a vein in all my frame but curses him. [Turns – sees Hardress; falls on his breast.] My boy! my boy!

Hard [L.] Mother, I entreat you to be calm. [Crosses to C.] Kyrle, there are my hands, do you think there is blood upon them?

[Kyrle seizes his hand– Gentlemen press round him, take his hand, and retire up

Hard I thank you, gentlemen; your hands acquit me. Mother, be calm – sit there. [Points to chair, L.

Anne Come here, Hardress; your place is here by me.

Hard [R. C.] Now, sir, I am ready.

Corrig [L. of table.] I will lay before you, sir, the deposition upon which the warrant issues against the prisoner. Here is the confession of Daniel or Danny Mann, a person in the service of the accused, taken on his death-bed – in articulo mortis, you’ll observe.

O’Moore But not witnessed.

Corrig [Calling.] Bring in that woman.

Enter Sheelah and two Soldiers, R. 3 E

I have witnesses. Your worship will find the form of the law in perfect shape.

O’Moore Read the confession, sir.

Corrig [Reads.] “The deponent being on his death-bed, in the presence of Sheelah Mann and Thomas O’Brien, parish priest of Kinmare, deposed and said” —

Enter Father Tom, R. 3 E

Oh, you are come in time, sir.

Father T I hope I am.

Corrig We may have to call your evidence.

Father T [C.] I have brought it with me.

Corrig “Deposed and said, that he, deponent, killed Eily O’Connor; that said Eily was the wife of Hardress Cregan, and stood in the way of his marriage with Miss Anne Chute; deponent offered to put away the girl, and his master employed him to do so.”

O’Moore Sheelah, did Danny confess this crime?

Sheelah [L. C.] Divil a word – it’s a lie from end to end; that ould thief was niver in my cabin – he invented the whole of it – sure you’re the divil’s own parverter of the truth.

Corrig Am I? Oh, oh! Father Tom will scarcely say as much? [To him.] Did Danny Mann confess this in your presence?

Father T I decline to answer that question!

Corrig Aha! you must – the law will compel you!

Father T I’d like to see the law that can unseal the lips of the priest, and make him reveal the secrets of heaven.

Anne So much for your two witnesses. Ladies, stand close. Gentlemen, give us room here.

[Bridesmaids down, R. Exit Father Tom, R. 3 E

Corrig We have abundant proof, your worship – enough to hang a whole country. Danny isn’t dead yet. Deponent agreed with Cregan that if the deed was to be done, that he, Cregan, should give his glove as a token.

Mrs. C Ah!

Hard Hold! I confess that what he has read is true. Danny did make the offer, and I repelled his horrible proposition.

Corrig Aha! but you gave him the glove.

Hard Never, by my immortal soul – never!

Mrs. C [Advancing.] But I—I did! [Movement of surprise.] I your wretched mother – I gave it to him – I am guilty! thank heaven for that! remove those bonds from his hands and put them here on mine.

Hard ’Tis false, mother, you did not know his purpose – you could not know it. [Corporal takes off handcuffs.

Mrs. C I will not say anything that takes the welcome guilt from off me.

Enter Myles from steps, C. from R

Myles Won’t ye, ma’am? Well, if ye won’t, I will.

All Myles!

Myles Save all here. If you plaze, I’d like to say a word; there’s been a murder done, and I done it.

All You!

Myles Myself. Danny was killed by my hand. [To Corrig.] Were yez any way nigh that time?

Corrig [Quickly.] No.

Myles [Quickly.] That’s lucky; then take down what I’m sayin’. I shot the poor boy – but widout manin’ to hurt him. It’s lucky I killed him that time, for it’s lifted a mighty sin off the sowl of the crature.

O’Moore What does he mean?

Myles I mane, that if you found one witness to Eily O’Connor’s death, I found another that knows a little more about it, and here she is.

Enter Eily and Father Tom down steps, C. from R

All Eily!

Myles The Colleen Bawn herself!

Eily Hardress! }

Hard My wife – my own Eily. }

Eily Here, darlin’, take the paper, and tear it if you like.

[Offers him the certificate

Hard Eily, I could not live without you.

Mrs. C If ever he blamed you, it was my foolish pride spoke in his hard words – he loves you with all his heart. Forgive me, Eily.

Eily Forgive!

Mrs. C Forgive your mother, Eily.

Eily [Embracing her.] Mother!

[Mrs. Cregan, Hardress, Eily, Father Tom, group together– Anne, Kyrle, and Gentlemen – Ladies together—their backs to Corrigan – Corrigan takes bag, puts in papers, looks about, puts on hat, buttons coat, slinks up stage, runs up stairs, and off R. – Myles points off after him – several Gentlemen run after Corrigan.

Anne But what’s to become of me? is all my emotion to be summoned for nothing? Is my wedding dress to go to waste, and here’s all my blushes ready? I must have a husband.

Hyland and Gentlemen Take me.

O’Moore Take me.

Anne Don’t all speak at once! Where’s Mr. Daly?

Kyrle [R.] Here I am, Anne!

Anne [R. C.] Kyrle, come here! You said you loved me, and I think you do.

Kyrle Oh!

Anne Behave yourself now. If you’ll ask me, I’ll have you.

Kyrle [Embracing Anne.] Anne! [Shouts outside, L. U. E.

All What’s that?

Myles [Looking off out at back.] Don’t be uneasy! it’s only the boys outside that’s caught ould Corrigan thryin’ to get off, and they’ve got him in the horse-pond.

Kyrle They’ll drown him.

Myles Niver fear, he wasn’t born to be drowned – he won’t sink – he’ll rise out of the world, and divil a fut nearer heaven he’ll get than the top o’ the gallows.

Eily [To Hard.] And ye won’t be ashamed of me?

Anne I’ll be ashamed of him if he does.

Eily And when I spake – no – speak —

Anne Spake is the right sound. Kyrle Daly, pronounce that word.

Kyrle That’s right; if you ever spake it any other way I’ll divorce ye – mind that.

Father T Eily, darlin’, in the middle of your joy, sure you would not forget one who never forsook you in your sorrow.

Eily Oh, Father Tom!

Father T Oh, it’s not myself I mane.

Anne No, it’s that marauder there, that lent me his top coat in the thunder storm. [Pointing to Myles.

Myles Bedad, ma’am, your beauty left a linin’ in it that has kept me warm ever since.

Eily Myles, you saved my life – it belongs to you. There’s my hand – what will you do with it?

Myles [Takes her hand and Hardress’s.] Take her, wid all my heart. I may say that, for ye can’t take her without. I am like the boy who had a penny to put in the poor-box – I’d rather keep it for myself. It’s a shamrock itself ye have got, sir; and like that flower she’ll come up every year fresh and green foreninst ye. When ye cease to love her may dyin’ become ye, and when ye do die, lave yer money to the poor, your widdy to me, and we’ll both forgive ye.

[Joins hands

Eily I’m only a poor simple girl, and it’s frightened I am to be surrounded by so many —

Anne Friends, Eily, friends.

Eily Oh, if I could think so – if I could hope that I had established myself in a little corner of their hearts, there wouldn’t be a happier girl alive than The Colleen Bawn.

Soldiers. SoldiersGuests. GuestsHylandO’Moore. SheelahKyrle. Anne. Myles. Hardress. Eily. Father Tom. Mrs. CreganR. LTHE END

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