Source Text: JUNO3.5Mrs. Boyle: I'll not wait much longer -- what did they bring him away in the mothor for? Nugent says he thinks they had guns -- is me throubles never goin' to be over? -- If anything ud happen to poor Johnny, I think I'd lose me mind -- I'll go to the Police Station, surely they ought to be able to do somethin'.
Mrs. Boyle: Whisht, is that something? Maybe, it's your father, though when I left him in Foley's he was hardly able to life his head. Whisht!
Mrs. Madigan: Mrs. Boyle, Mrs. Boyle.
Mrs. Madigan: Oh, Mrs. Boyle, God an' His Blessed Mother be with you this night!
Mrs. Boyle: What is it, Mrs. Madigan? It's Johnny -- something about Johnny.
Mrs. Madigan: God send it's not, God send it's not Johnny!
Mrs. Boyle: Don't keep me waitin', Mrs. Madigan; I've gone through so much lately that I feel able for anything.
Mrs. Madigan: Two polismen below wantin' you.
Mrs. Boyle: Wantin' me; an' why do they want me?
Mrs. Madigan: Some poor fella's been found, an' they think it's, it's...
Mrs. Boyle: Johnny, Johnny!
Mary: Oh, mother, mother, me poor, darlin' mother.
Mrs. Boyle: Hush, hush, darlin'; you'll shortly have your own throuble to bear. An' why do the polis think it's Johnny, Mrs. Madigan?
Mrs. Madigan: Because one o' the doctors knew him when he was attendin' with his poor arm.
Mrs. Boyle: Oh, it's thrue, then; it's Johnny, it's me son, me own son!
Mary: Oh, it's thrue, it's thrue what Jerry Devine says -- there isn't a God, there isn't a God; if there was He wouldn't let these things happen!
Mrs. Boyle: Mary, you mustn't say them things. We'll want all the help we can get from God an' His Blessed Mother now! These things have nothin' to do with the Will o' God. Ah, what can God do agen the stupidity o' men!
Mrs. Madigan: The polis want you to go with them to the hospital to see the poor body -- they're waitin' below.
Mrs. Boyle: We'll go. Come, Mary, an' we'll never come back here agen. Let your father furrage for himself now; I've done all I could an' it was all no use -- he'll be hopeless till the end of his days. I've got a little room in me sisther's where we'll stop till your throuble is over, an' then we'll work together for the sake of the baby.
Mary: My poor little child that'll have no father!
Mrs. Boyle: It'll have what's far betther -- it'll have two mothers.
Rough_Voice: Are yous goin' to keep us waitin' for yous all night?
Mrs. Madigan: Take you hour, there, take your hour! If yous are in such a hurry, skip off, then, for nobody wants you here -- if they did yous wouldn't be found. For you're the same as yous were undher the British Government -- never where yous are wanted! As far as I can see, the Polis as Polis, in this city, is Null an' Void!
Mrs. Boyle: We'll go, Mary, we'll go; you to see your poor dead brother, an' me to see me poor dead son!
Mary: I dhread it, mother, I dhread it!
Mrs. Boyle: I forgot, Mary, I forgot; your poor oul' selfish mother was only thinkin' of herself. No, no, you mustn't come -- it wouldn't be good for you. You go on to me sisther's an' I'll face th' ordeal meself. Maybe I didn't feel sorry enough for Mrs. Tancred when her poor son was found as Johnny's been found now -- because he was a Diehard! Ah, why didn't I remember that then he wasn't a Diehard or a Stater, but only a poor dead son! It's well I remember all that she said -- an' it's my turn to say it now : What was the pain I suffered, Johnny, bringin' you into the world to carry you to your cradle, to the pains I'll suffer carryin' you out o' the world to bring you to your grave! Mother o' God, Mother o' God, have pity on us all! Blessed Virgin, where were you when me darlin' son was riddled with bullets, when me darlin' son was riddled with bullets? Sacred Heart o' Jesus, take away our hearts o' stone, and give us hearts o' flesh! Take away this murdherin' hate, an' give us Thine own eternal love!
Boyle: I'm able to go no farther -- Two polis, ey -- what were they doin' here, I wondher? -- Up to no good, anyhow -- an Juno an' that lovely daughter o' mine with them. Wan single, solitary tanner left out of all I borreyed -- The last o' the Mohicans -- The blinds is down, Joxer, the blinds is down!
Joxer: Put all -- your throubles -- in your oul' kit-bag -- an' smile -- smile -- smile!
Boyle: The counthry'll have to steady itself -- it's goin' -- to hell -- Where'r all -- the chairs -- gone to -- steady itself, Joxer -- Chairs'll -- have to -- steady themselves -- No matther -- what any one may -- say -- Irelan' sober -- is Irelan' -- free.
Joxer: Chains -- an' -- slaveree -- that's a darlin' motto -- a daaarlin' -- motto!
Boyle: If th' worst comes -- to th' worse -- I can join a -- flyin' -- column -- I done -- me bit -- in Easther Week -- had no business -- to -- be -- there -- but Captain Boyle's Captain Boyle!
Joxer: Breathes there a man with soul -- so -- de...ad -- this -- me -- o...wn, me nat...ive l...an'!
Boyle: Commandant Kelly died -- in them -- arms -- Joxer -- Tell me Volunteer Butties -- says he -- that -- I died for -- Irelan'!
Joxer: D'jever rade Willie -- Reilly -- an' his own -- Colleen -- Bawn? It's a darlin' story, a daarlin' story!
Boyle: I'm telling you -- Joxer -- th' whole worl's -- in a terr...ible state o' -- chassis!