MICUS
That's all. We'll have no crossness.
[_Handcuffs are placed on Micus and Padna._
HEAD (_shouts_)
Take these min to the Barrack.
[_They struggle violently, and sing as they leave the house._
PADNA and MICUS (_together_)
"When boyhood's fire was in my blood,
I read of ancient freemen
For Grace and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men.
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again."
[_Mrs. Cotter follows them to the door, and while the
Head is alone, he writes in his notebook, talking aloud
as he does so_.
HEAD
"Found drunk an' disorderly on the licensed premises
o' Mrs. Cotter, Ballyferris, during prohibited hours.
Using bad an' offensive language. Resistin' arrest,
assaultin' the police, an' doin' sayrious damage to their
garments. Singin' songs of a nature likely to cause rebellion
an' threatenin' to exterminate the whole Royal
Irish Constabulary." (_Places book back in pocket_)
[_There is a little whiskey in each of the three glasses
that were placed on the mantleshelf. The Head pours_
_the contents of each into one and drinks it before Mrs.
Cotter returns. Enter Mrs. Cotter._
MRS. COTTER
Oh, Head, you won't be hard on a lone widow, will
ye? Don't prosecute thim poor min.
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