Source Text: JUNO1.1Mary: On a little by-road, out beyant Finglas, he was found.
Mrs. Boyle: Isn't he come in yet?
Mary: No, mother.
Mrs. Boyle: Oh, he'll come in when he likes; struttin' about the town like a paycock with Joxer, I suppose. I hear all about Mrs. Tancred's son is in this mornin's paper.
Mary: The full details are in it this mornin'; seven wounds he had -- one entherin' the neck, with an exit wound beneath the left shoulder-blade; another in the left breast penethratin' the heart, an'...
Johnny: Oh, quit that readin' for God's sake! Are yous losin' all your feelin's? It'll soon be that none of you'll read anythin' that's not about butcherin'!
Mary: He's gettin' very sensitive, all of a sudden!
Mrs. Boyle: I'll read it myself, Mary, by an' by, when I come home. Everybody's sayin' that he was a Diehard -- thanks be to God that Johnny had nothin' to do with him this long time -- Ah, then, if that father o' yours doesn't come in soon for his breakfast, he may go without any; I'll not wait much longer for him.
Mary: Can't you let him get it himself when he comes in?
Mrs. Boyle: Yes, an' let him bring in Joxer Daly along with him? Ay, that's what he'd like an' that's what he's waitin' for -- till he thinks I'm gone to work, an' then sail in with the boul' Joxer, to burn all the coal an' dhrink all the tea in the place, to show them what a good Samaritan he is! But I'll stop here till he comes in, if I have to wait till tomorrow mornin'.
Johnny: Mother!
Mrs. Boyle: Yis?
Johnny: Bring us in a dhrink o' wather.
Mrs. Boyle: Bring in that fella a dhrink o' wather, for God's sake, Mary.
Mary: Isn't he big an' able enough to come out an' get it himself?
Mrs. Boyle: If you weren't well yourself you'd like somebody to bring you in a dhrink o' wather.
Mrs. Boyle: Isn't it terrible to have to be waitin' this way! You'd think he was bringin' twenty poun's a week into the house the way he's going on. He wore out the Health Insurance long ago, he's afther wearin' out the unemployment dole, an', now, he's thryin' to wear out me! An' constantly singin', no less, when he ought always to be on his knees offerin' up a Novena for a job!
Mary: I don't like this ribbon, ma; I think I'll wear the green -- it looks better than the blue.
Mrs. Boyle: Ah, wear whatever ribbon you like, girl, only don't be botherin' me. I don't know what a girl on strike wants to be wearin' a ribbon round her head for, or silk stockin's on her legs either; it's wearin' them things that make the employers think they're givin' yous too much money.
Mary: The hour is past now when we'll ask the employers' permission to wear what we like.
Mrs. Boyle: I don't know why you wanted to walk out for Jennie Claffey; up to this you never had a good word for her.
Mary: What's the use of belongin' to a Trades Union if you won't stand up for your principles? Why did they sack her? It was a clear case of victimization. We couldn't let her walk the streets, could we?
Mrs. Boyle: No, of course yous couldn't -- yous wanted to keep her company. Wan victim wasn't enough. When the employers sacrifice wan victim, the Trades Union go wan betther be sacrificin' a hundred.
Mary: It doesn't matther what you say, ma -- a principle's a principle.
Mrs. Boyle: Yis; an' when I go into oul' Murphy's tomorrow, an' he gets to know that, instead o' payin' all, I'm goin' to borry more, what'll he say when I tell him a principle's a principle? What'll we do if he refuses to give us any more on tick?
Mary: He daren't refuse -- if he does, can't you tell him he's paid?
Mrs. Boyle: It's lookin' as if he was paid, whether he refuses or no.
Johnny: I was lyin' down; I thought yous were gone. Oul' Simon Mackay is thramp in' about like a horse over me head, an' I can't sleep with him -- they're like thunder-claps in me brain! The curse o' -- God forgive me for goin' to curse!
Mrs. Boyle: There, now; go back an' lie down again an' I'll bring you in a nice cup o' tay.
Johnny: Tay, tay, tay! You're always thinkin' o' tay. If a man was dyin', you'd thry to make him swally a cup o' tay!
Mrs. Boyle: I don't know what's goin' to be done with him. The bullet he got in the hip in Easter Week was bad enough; but the bomb that shatthered his arm in the fight in O'Connell Street put the finishin' touch on him. I knew he was makin' a fool of himself. God knows I went down on me bended knees to him not to go agen the Free State.
Mary: He stuck to his principles, an', no matther how you may argue, ma, a principle's a principle.
Johnny: Is Mary goin' to stay here?
Mary: No, I'm not goin' to stay here; you can't expect me to be always at your beck an' call, can you?
Johnny: I won't stop here be meself!
Mrs. Boyle: Amn't I nicely handicapped with the whole o' yous! I don't know what any o' yous ud do without your ma. Your father'll be here in a minute, an' if you want anythin', he'll get it for you.
Johnny: I hate assin' him for anythin' -- He hates to be assed to stir -- Is the light lightin' before the picture o' the Virgin?
Mrs. Boyle: Yis, Yis! The wan inside to St. Anthony isn't enough, but he must have another wan to the Virgin here!