Source Text: JUNO1.2Jerry: Where's the Captain, Mrs. Boyle, where's the Captain?
Mrs. Boyle: You may well ass a body that : he's wherever Joxer Daly is -- dhrinkin' in some snug or another.
Jerry: Father Farrell is just afther stoppin' to tell me to run up an' get him to go to the new job that's goin' on in Rathmines; his cousin is foreman o' the job, an' Father Farrell was speakin' to him about poor Johnny an' his father bein' idle so long, an' the foreman told Father Farrell to send the Captain up an' he'd give him a start -- I wondher where I'd find him?
Mrs. Boyle: You'll find he's ayther in Ryan's or Foley's.
Jerry: I'll run round to Ryan's -- I know it's a great house o' Joxer's.
Mrs. Boyle: There now, he'll miss that job, or I know for what! If he gets win' o' the word, he'll not come back till evenin', so that it'll be too late. There'll never be any good got out o' him so long as he goes with that shouldher-shruggin' Joxer. I killin' meself workin', an' he sthruttin' about from mornin' till night like a paycock!
The_Captain: Sweet Spirit, hear me prayer! Hear -- oh -- hear -- me prayer -- hear , oh, hear -- Oh, he...ar -- oh, he...ar -- me -- pray...er!
Joxer: Ah, that's a darlin' song, a daaarlin' song!
Mrs. Boyle: Sweet spirit hear his prayer! Ah, then, I'll take me solemn affeydavey, it's not for a job he's prayin'!
Boyle: Come on, come on in, Joxer; she's gone out long ago, man. If there's nothing else to be got, we'll furrage out a cup o' tay, anyway. It's the only bit I get in comfort when she's away. 'Tisn't Juno should be her pet name at all, but Deirdre of the Sorras, for she's always grousin'.
Joxer: It's a terrible thing to be tied to a woman that's always grousin'. I don't know how you stick it -- it ud put years on me. It's a good job she has to be so ofen away, for when the cat's away, the mice can play!
Boyle: Pull over to the fire, Joxer, an' we'll have a cup o' tay in a minute.
Joxer: Ah, a cup o' tay's a darlin' thing, a daaarlin' thing -- the cup that cheers but doesn't...
Mrs. Boyle: Pull over to the fire, Joxer Daly, an' we'll have a cup o' tay in a minute! Are you sure, now, you wouldn't like an egg?
Joxer: I can't stop, Mrs. Boyle; I'm in a desperate hurry, a desperate hurry.
Mrs. Boyle: Pull over to the fire, Joxer Daly; people is always far more comfortable here than they are in their own place. Joxer!
Joxer: Yis?
Boyle: You know the foreman o' that job that's goin' on down in Killesther, don't you, Joxer?
Joxer: Foreman -- Killesther?
Boyle: He's a butty o' yours, isn't he?
Joxer: The foreman at Killesther -- oh yis, yis. He's an oul' butty o' mine -- oh, he's a darlin' man, a daarlin' man.
Boyle: Oh, then, it's a sure thing. It's a pity we didn't go down at breakfast first thing this mornin' -- we might ha' been working now; but you didn't know it then.
Joxer: It's betther late than never.
Boyle: It's nearly time we got a start, anyhow; I'm fed up knockin' round, doin' nothin'. He promised you -- gave you the straight tip?
Joxer: Yis. "Come down on the blow o' dinner," says he, "an' I'll start you, an' any friend you like to brin' with you." "Ah," says I, "you're a darlin' man, a daaarlin' man."
Boyle: Well, it couldn't have come at a betther time -- we're a long time waitin' for it.
Joxer: Indeed we were -- but it's a long lane that has no turnin'.
Boyle: The blow up for dinner is at one -- wait till I see what time it 'tis.
Mrs. Boyle: Min' now, how you go on fiddlin' with that clock -- you know the least thing sets it asthray.
Boyle: The job couldn't come at a betther time; I'm feelin' in great fettle, Joxer. I'd hardly believe I ever had a pain in me legs, an' last week I was nearly crippled with them.
Joxer: That's betther an' betther; ah, God never shut wan door but He opened another!
Boyle: It's only eleven o'clock; We've lashin's o' time. I'll slip on me oul' moleskins afther breakfast, an' we can saunther down at our ayse. I think, Joxer, we'd betther bring our shovels?
Joxer: Yis, Captain, yis; it's betther to go fully prepared an' ready for all eventualities. You bring your long-tailed shovel, an' I'll bring me navvy. We mighten' want them, an', then agen, we might : for want of a nail the shoe was lost, for want of a shoe the horse was lost, an' for want of a horse the man was lost -- aw, that's a darlin' proverb, a daarlin'...
Boyle: We won't be long pullin' ourselves together agen when I'm working for a few weeks.
Boyle: The foreman on the job is an oul' butty o' Joxer's; I have an idea that I know him meself -- There's a button off the back o' me moleskin trousers -- If you leave out a needle an' thread I'll sew it on meself -- Thanks be to God, the pains in me legs is gone, anyhow!
Mrs. Boyle: Look here, Mr. Jacky Boyle, them yarns won't go down with Juno. I know you an' Joxer Daly of an oul' date, an' if you think you're able to come it over me with them fairy tales, you're in the wrong shop.
Boyle: U-u-u-ugh!
Mrs. Boyle: Butty o' Joxer's! Oh, you'll do a lot o' good as long as you continue to be a butty o' Joxer's!
Boyle: U-u-u-ugh!
Mrs. Boyle: Shovel! Ah, then, me boyo, you'd do far more work with a knife an' fork than ever you'll do with a shovel! If there was e'er a genuine job goin' you'd be dh'other way about -- not able to lift your arms with the pains in your legs! Your poor wife slavin' to keep the bit in your mouth, an' you gallivantin' about all the day like a paycock!
Boyle: It ud betther for a man to be dead, betther for a man to be dead.
Mrs. Boyle: Everybody callin' you 'Captain', an' you only wanst on the wather, in an oul' collier from here to Liverpool, when anybody, to listen or look at you, ud take you for a second Christo For Columbus!
Boyle: Are you never goin' to give us a rest?
Mrs. Boyle: Oh, you're never tired o' lookin' for a rest.
Boyle: D'ye want to drive me out o' the house?
Mrs. Boyle: It ud be easier to dhrive you out o' the house than to dhrive you into a job. Here, sit down an' take your breakfast -- it may be the last you'll get, for I don't know where the next is goin' to come from.
Boyle: If I get this job we'll be all right.
Mrs. Boyle: Did ye see Jerry Devine?
Boyle: No, I didn't see him.
Mrs. Boyle: No, but you seen Joxer. Well, he was here lookin' for you.
Boyle: Well, let him look!
Mrs. Boyle: Oh, indeed, he may well look, for it ud be hard for him to see you, an' you stuck in Ryan's snug.
Boyle: I wasn't in Ryan's snug -- I don't go into Ryan's.
Mrs. Boyle: Oh, is there a mad dog in there? Well, if you weren't in Ryan's you were in Foley's.
Boyle: I'm telling you for the last three weeks I haven't tasted a dhrop of intoxicatin' liquor. I wasn't in ayther wan snug or dh'other -- I could swear that on a prayer-book -- I'm as innocent as the child unborn!
Mrs. Boyle: Well, if you'd been in for your breakfast you'd ha' seen him.
Boyle: What does he want me for?
Mrs. Boyle: He'll be back any minute an' then you'll soon know.
Boyle: I'll dhrop out an' see if I can meet him.
Mrs. Boyle: You'll sit down an' take your breakfast, an' let me go to me work, for I'm an hour late already waitin' for you.
Boyle: You needn't ha' waited, for I'll take no breakfast -- I've a little spirit left in me still!
Mrs. Boyle: Are you goin' to have your breakfast -- yes or no?
Boyle: I'll have no breakfast -- yous can keep your breakfast. I'll knock out a bit somewhere, never fear.
Mrs. Boyle: Nobody's goin' to coax you -- don't think that.
Boyle: I've a little spirit left in me still.