Set in the grim slums of Dublin during the Irish civil war of –23, the play chronicles the Juno and the Paycock, tragicomedy in three acts by Sean O’ Casey. The most famous play by this remarkable Irish dramatist. Juno and the Paycock has been produced throughout the world and offers a compelling look at the. Setting. The living apartment of a two-room Tenancy of the Boyle Family, in a tenement house in Dublin. Period of the play,
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Gwan in at wanst, man, an’ get it off him, an’ don’t be a fool. A mere two days after receiving Mr Bentham’s news, Jack has already begun flaunting his newfound wealth by thr a new payycocknew furniturea gramophoneand other luxuries on creditin anticipation of receiving the inheritance. Tancred of the two-pair back; her son was found, e’er yestherday, lyin’ out beyant Finglas riddled with bullets. Show us in one o’ them an’ leave t’other there till I th up. BOYLE opens the door.
Synopsis Jack Boyle and his old friend Joxer Daly are two Dublin tenement dwellers who put more work into avoiding work than most do in securing it. I wondher if you were in my condition, would you call it good news?
Well, what about a bottle o’ stout or a dhrop o’ whisky? Ah, leave Johnny alone, an’ don’t be annoyin’ him! No, of course yous couldn’t — yous wanted to keep her company. JOXER moving to the door.
Not as much as a red rex, man; I’ve been a bit anxious this long time over me money, an’ I went up to the solicitor’s to find out all I could — ah, man, they were goin’ to throw me down the stairs. Your little, tiny, white hand — arc you takin’ leave o’ your senses, man?
He is a man of about sixty; stout, grey- haired and stocky. I can’t stop, Mrs.
He sits by the fire Breakfast! To go away t’ England, an’ not to even leave you his address. What are you doin’ there — pullin’ about everything! A job, I suppose; let us get wan first before we start lookin’ for another. Am I never goin’ to be done thryin’ to please jjuno whole o’ yous?
An’ what was he himself, only a school teacher? If there’s nothing else to be got, we’ll furrage out a cup o’ tay, anyway.
Larchet Produced by Michael J. The way he was always bringin’ you to dances, I thought he was mad afther you.
Bentham, in this chair; it’s more comfortabler than that, Mr. It would be better for you not to go at all, Mrs. Pull over to the fire, Joxer Daly, an’ we’ll have a cup o’ tay in a minute!
God bless us, is he startin’ to write poetry! It’s long ago I had a right to bring you to the doctor, instead of waitin’ till to-night. He’s given up his job as teacher, an’ is goin’ to become a solicitor in Dublin — he’s been studyin’ law. Oh, father, that’s not Rest in Peace; that’s God save Ireland.
A cowld day it was too, for the season o’ the year, an’ I remember sayin’ to Joxer, there, who I met comin’ up th stairs, that the new arrival in Boyle’s ud grow up anf 61 JUNO AND THE PAYCOCK ACT hardy chiselur if it lived, an that she’d be somethin’ one o’ these days that nobody suspected, an’ so signs on it, here she is to-day, goin’ to be married to a young man lookin’ as if he’d be fit to commensurate in any position in life it ud please God to call him!
If the worst came to the worst, you could dart out here, Joxer; it’s only a dhrop of a few feet to the roof of the return room, an’ the first minute pahcock goes into dh’other room, I’ll give you the bend, an’ you can slip in an’ away, JOXER yielding to the temptation.
His walk is a stow, con- sequential strut. Well, I hope it will, for he’s a darlin’ man. Ah, then, me boyo, you’d do far more work with a knife an’ fork than ever you’ll do with a shovel! MARY hesitates to go in.
The blow up for dinner is at one — wait till I see what time it ’tis. For God’s sake, let us jjno no more o’ this talk. Where’s me braces; where in th’ name o’ God did I leave me braces. Your contribution may be further edited by our staff, and its publication is subject to our final approval. Mary, slip in an’ see if the light’s lightin’ before the statue. But I’ll stop here till he comes in, if I have to wait till to-morrow mornin’. Bentham, an’ not to Joxer.