Source Text: JUNO1.5Boyle: Sit down an' have a cup o' tay, Joxer.
Joxer: I'm afraid the missus ud pop in on us agen before we'd know where we are. Somethin's tellin' me to go at wanst.
Boyle: Don't be superstitious, man; we're Dublin men, an' not boyos that's only afther comin' up from the bog o' Allen -- though if she did come in, right enough, we'd be caught like rats in a thrap.
Joxer: An' you know the sort she is -- she wouldn't listen to reason -- an' wanse bitten twice shy.
Boyle: 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 she goes into dh'other room I'll give you the bend, an' you can slip in an' away.
Joxer: Ah, I won't stop very long anyhow. Whose is the buk?
Boyle: Aw, one o' Mary's; she's always readin' lately -- nothin' but thrash, too. There's one I was lookin' at dh'other day : three stories, The Doll's House, Ghosts, an' The Wild Duck -- buks only fit for chiselurs!
Joxer: Didja ever rade Elizabeth, or Th' Exile o' Sibayria? -- Ah, it's a darlin' story, a daarlin' story!
Boyle: You eat your sassige, an' never min' Th' Exile o' Sibayria.
Joxer: What are you wearin' your moleskin trousers for?
Boyle: I have to go to a job, Joxer. Just afther you'd gone, Devine kem runnin' in to tell us that Father Farrell said if I went down to the job that's goin' on in Rathmines I'd get a start.
Joxer: Be the holy, that's good news!
Boyle: How is it good news? I wonder if you were in my condition, would you call it good news?
Joxer: I thought...
Boyle: You thought! You think too sudden sometimes, Joxer. D'ye know, I'm hardly able to crawl with the pains in me legs!
Joxer: Yis, yis; I forgot the pains in your legs. I know you can do nothin' while they're at you.
Boyle: You forgot; I don't think any of yous realize the state I'm in with the pain in my legs. What ud happen if I had to carry a bag o' cement?
Joxer: Ah, any man havin' the like of them pains id be down an' out, down an' out.
Boyle: I wouldn't mind if he had said it to meself; but, no, oh no, he rushes in an' shouts it out in front o' Juno, an' you know what Juno is, Joxer. We all know Devine knows a little more than the rest of us, but he doesn't act as if he did; he's a good boy, sober, able to talk an' all that, but still...
Joxer: Oh ay; able to argufy, but still...
Boyle: If he's runnin' afther Mary, aself, he's not goin' to be runnin' afther me. Captain Boyle's able to take care of himself. Afther all, I'm not gettin' brought up on Virol. I never heard him usin' a curse; I don't believe he was ever dhrunk in his life -- sure he's not like a Christian at all!
Joxer: You're afther takin' the word out o' me mouth -- afther all, a Christian's natural, but he's unnatural.
Boyle: His oul' fella was just the same -- a Wicklow man.
Joxer: A Wicklow man! That explains the whole thing. I've met many a Wicklow man in me time, but I never met wan that was any good.
Boyle: 'Father Farrell,' says he, 'sent me down to tell you.' Father Farrell! -- D'ye know, Joxer, I never like to be beholden to any o' the clergy.
Joxer: It's dangerous, right enough.
Boyle: If they do anything for you, they'd want you to be livin' in the Chapel. -- I'm goin' to tell you somethin', Joxer, that I wouldn't tell to anybody else -- the clergy always had too much power over the people in this unfortunate country.
Joxer: You could sing that if you had an air to it!
Boyle: Didn't they prevent the people in '47 from seizin' the corn, an' they starvin'; didn't they down Parnell; didn't they say that hell wasn't hot enough nor eternity long enough to punish the Fenians? We don't forget, we don't forget them things, Joxer. If they've taken everything else from us, Joxer, they've left us our memory.
Joxer: For mem'ry's the only friend that grief can call its own, that grief -- can -- call -- its own!
Boyle: Father Farrell's beginnin' to take a great intherest in Captain Boyle; because of what Johnny did for his country, says he to me wan day. It's a curious way to reward Johnny be makin' his poor oul' father work. But that's what the clergy want, Joxer -- work, work, work for me an' you; betther fettle when they come hoppin' round for their dues! Job! Well, let him give his job to wan of his hymn-singin', prayer-spoutin', craw-thumpin' Confraternity men!
Coal_Vendor: Blocks -- coal-blocks! Blocks -- coal-blocks!
Joxer: God be with the young days when you were steppin' the deck of a manly ship, with the win' blowin' a hurricane through the masts, an' the only sound you'd hear was, "Port your helm!" an' the only answer, "Port it is, sir!"
Boyle: Them was days, Joxer, them was days. Nothin' was too hot or too heavy for me then. Sailin' from the Gulf o' Mexico to the Antanartic Ocean. I seen things, I seen things, Joxer, that no mortal man should speak about that knows his Catechism. Ofen, an' ofen, when I was fixed to the wheel with a marlin-spike, an' the win's blowin' fierce an' the waves lashin' an' lashin', till you'd think every minute was goin' to be your last, an' it blowed, an' blowed -- blew is the right word, Joxer, but blowed is what the sailors use...
Joxer: Aw, it's a darlin' word, a daarlin' word.
Boyle: An', as it blowed an' blowed, I ofen looked up at the sky an' assed meself the question -- what is the stars, what is the stars?
Coal_Vendor: Any blocks, coal-blocks; blocks, coal-blocks!
Joxer: Ah, that's the question, that's the question -- what is the stars?
Boyle: An' then, I'd have another look, an' I'd ass meself -- what is the moon?
Joxer: Ah, that's the question -- what is the moon, what is the moon?
Boyle: 'Oh, me darlin' Jennie, I will be thrue to thee. '
The_Coal_Vendor: D'yez want any blocks?
Boyle: No, we don't want any blocks!
Joxer: That's afther puttin' the heart across me -- I could ha' sworn it was Juno. I'd betther be goin', Captain; you couldn't tell the minute Juno'd hop in on us.
Boyle: Let her hop in; we may as well have it out first as at last. I've made up me mind -- I'm not goin' to do only what she damn well likes.
Joxer: Them sentiments does you credit, Captain; I don't like to say anythings as between man an' wife, but I say as a butty, as a butty, Captain, that you've stuck it too long, an' that it's about time you showed a little spunk. How can a man die betther than facin' fearful odds, For th' ashes of his fathers an' the temples of his gods?
Boyle: She has her rights -- there's no one denyin' it, but haven't I me rights too?
Joxer: Of course you have -- the sacred rights o' man!
Boyle: Today, Joxer, there's goin' to be issued a proclamation be me, establishin' an independent Republic, an' Juno'll have to take an oath of allegiance.
Joxer: Be firm, be firm, Captain; the first few minutes'll be the worst: if you gently touch a nettle it'll sting you for your pains; grasp it like a lad of mettle, an' as soft as silk remains!
Juno: Can't stop, Mrs. Madigan -- I haven't a minute!
Joxer: Holy God, here she is!
Boyle: I knew that fella ud stop till she was in on top of us!