CORNELIUS [aghast]. A pound a--G.o.d save us! the boy"s mad.
Matthew, feeling that here is something quite beyond his powers, turns openmouthed to the priest, as if looking for nothing less than the summary excommunication of Larry.
LARRY. How is the man to marry and live a decent life on less?
FATHER DEMPSEY. Man alive, hwere have you been living all these years? and hwat have you been dreaming of? Why, some o dhese honest men here can"t make that much out o the land for themselves, much less give it to a laborer.
LARRY [now thoroughly roused]. Then let them make room for those who can. Is Ireland never to have a chance? First she was given to the rich; and now that they have gorged on her flesh, her bones are to be flung to the poor, that can do nothing but suck the marrow out of her. If we can"t have men of honor own the land, lets have men of ability. If we can"t have men with ability, let us at least have men with capital. Anybody"s better than Mat, who has neither honor, nor ability, nor capital, nor anything but mere brute labor and greed in him, Heaven help him!
DORAN. Well, we"re not all foostherin oul doddherers like Mat.
[Pleasantly, to the subject of this description] Are we, Mat?
LARRY. For modern industrial purposes you might just as well be, Barney. You"re all children: the big world that I belong to has gone past you and left you. Anyhow, we Irishmen were never made to be farmers; and we"ll never do any good at it. We"re like the Jews: the Almighty gave us brains, and bid us farm them, and leave the clay and the worms alone.
FATHER DEMPSEY [with gentle irony]. Oh! is it Jews you want to make of us? I must catechize you a bit meself, I think. The next thing you"ll be proposing is to repeal the disestablishment of the so-called Irish Church.
LARRY. Yes: why not? [Sensation].
MATTHEW [rancorously]. He"s a turncoat.
LARRY. St Peter, the rock on which our Church was built, was crucified head downwards for being a turncoat.
FATHER DEMPSEY [with a quiet authoritative dignity which checks Doran, who is on the point of breaking out]. That"s true. You hold your tongue as befits your ignorance, Matthew Haffigan; and trust your priest to deal with this young man. Now, Larry Doyle, whatever the blessed St Peter was crucified for, it was not for being a Prodestan. Are you one?
LARRY. No. I am a Catholic intelligent enough to see that the Protestants are never more dangerous to us than when they are free from all alliances with the State. The so-called Irish Church is stronger today than ever it was.
MATTHEW. Fadher Dempsey: will you tell him dhat me mother"s ant was shot and kilt dead in the sthreet o Rosscullen be a soljer in the t.i.the war? [Frantically] He wants to put the t.i.thes on us again. He--
LARRY [interrupting him with overbearing contempt]. Put the t.i.thes on you again! Did the t.i.thes ever come off you? Was your land any dearer when you paid the t.i.the to the parson than it was when you paid the same money to Nick Lestrange as rent, and he handed it over to the Church Sustentation Fund? Will you always be duped by Acts of Parliament that change nothing but the necktie of the man that picks your pocket? I"ll tell you what I"d do with you, Mat Haffigan: I"d make you pay t.i.thes to your own Church. I want the Catholic Church established in Ireland: that"s what I want. Do you think that I, brought up to regard myself as the son of a great and holy Church, can bear to see her begging her bread from the ignorance and superst.i.tion of men like you? I would have her as high above worldly want as I would have her above worldly pride or ambition. Aye; and I would have Ireland compete with Rome itself for the chair of St Peter and the citadel of the Church; for Rome, in spite of all the blood of the martyrs, is pagan at heart to this day, while in Ireland the people is the Church and the Church the people.
FATHER DEMPSEY [startled, but not at all displeased]. Whisht, man! You"re worse than mad Pether Keegan himself.
BROADBENT [who has listened in the greatest astonishment]. You amaze me, Larry. Who would have thought of your coming out like this! [Solemnly] But much as I appreciate your really brilliant eloquence, I implore you not to desert the great Liberal principle of Disestablishment.
LARRY. I am not a Liberal: Heaven forbid! A disestablished Church is the worst tyranny a nation can groan under.
BROADBENT [making a wry face]. DON"T be paradoxical, Larry. It really gives me a pain in my stomach.
LARRY. You"ll soon find out the truth of it here. Look at Father Dempsey! he is disestablished: he has nothing to hope or fear from the State; and the result is that he"s the most powerful man in Rosscullen. The member for Rosscullen would shake in his shoes if Father Dempsey looked crooked at him. [Father Dempsey smiles, by no means averse to this acknowledgment of his authority]. Look at yourself! you would defy the established Archbishop of Canterbury ten times a day; but catch you daring to say a word that would shock a Nonconformist! not you. The Conservative party today is the only one that"s not priestridden--excuse the expression, Father [Father Dempsey nods tolerantly]--cause it"s the only one that has established its Church and can prevent a clergyman becoming a bishop if he"s not a Statesman as well as a Churchman.
He stops. They stare at him dumbfounded, and leave it to the priest to answer him.
FATHER DEMPSEY [judicially]. Young man: you"ll not be the member for Rosscullen; but there"s more in your head than the comb will take out.
LARRY. I"m sorry to disappoint you, father; but I told you it would be no use. And now I think the candidate had better retire and leave you to discuss his successor. [He takes a newspaper from the table and goes away through the shrubbery amid dead silence, all turning to watch him until he pa.s.ses out of sight round the corner of the house].
DORAN [dazed]. Hwat sort of a fella is he at all at all?
FATHER DEMPSEY. He"s a clever lad: there"s the making of a man in him yet.
MATTHEW [in consternation]. D"ye mane to say dhat yll put him into parliament to bring back Nick Lesthrange on me, and to put t.i.thes on me, and to rob me for the like o Patsy Farrll, because he"s Corny Doyle"s only son?
DORAN [brutally]. Arra hould your whisht: who"s goin to send him into parliament? Maybe you"d like us to send you dhere to thrate them to a little o your anxiety about dhat dirty little podato patch o yours.
MATTHEW [plaintively]. Am I to be towld dhis afther all me sufferins?
DORAN. Och, I"m tired o your sufferins. We"ve been hearin nothin else ever since we was childher but sufferins. Haven it wasn"t yours it was somebody else"s; and haven it was n.o.body else"s it was ould Irelan"s. How the divil are we to live on wan anodher"s sufferins?
FATHER DEMPSEY. That"s a thrue word, Barney Doarn; only your tongue"s a little too familiar wi dhe devil. [To Mat] If you"d think a little more o the sufferins of the blessed saints, Mat, an a little less o your own, you"d find the way shorter from your farm to heaven. [Mat is about to reply] Dhere now! Dhat"s enough!
we know you mean well; an I"m not angry with you.
BROADBENT. Surely, Mr Haffigan, you can see the simple explanation of all this. My friend Larry Doyle is a most brilliant speaker; but he"s a Tory: an ingrained oldfashioned Tory.
CORNELIUS. N how d"ye make dhat out, if I might ask you, Mr Broadbent?
BROADBENT [collecting himself for a political deliverance]. Well, you know, Mr Doyle, there"s a strong dash of Toryism in the Irish character. Larry himself says that the great Duke of Wellington was the most typical Irishman that ever lived. Of course that"s an absurd paradox; but still there"s a great deal of truth in it.
Now I am a Liberal. You know the great principles of the Liberal party. Peace--
FATHER DEMPSEY [piously]. Hear! hear!
BROADBENT [encouraged]. Thank you. Retrenchment--[he waits for further applause].
MATTHEW [timidly]. What might rethrenchment mane now?
BROADBENT. It means an immense reduction in the burden of the rates and taxes.
MATTHEW [respectfully approving]. Dhats right. Dhats right, sir.
BROADBENT [perfunctorily]. And, of course, Reform.
CORNELIUS } FATHER DEMPSEY} [conventionally]. Of course.
DORAN }
MATTHEW [still suspicious]. Hwat does Reform mane, sir? Does it mane altherin annythin dhats as it is now?
BROADBENT [impressively]. It means, Mr Haffigan, maintaining those reforms which have already been conferred on humanity by the Liberal Party, and trusting for future developments to the free activity of a free people on the basis of those reforms.
DORAN. Dhat"s right. No more meddlin. We"re all right now: all we want is to be let alone.
CORNELIUS. Hwat about Home Rule?
BROADBENT [rising so as to address them more imposingly]. I really cannot tell you what I feel about Home Rule without using the language of hyperbole.
DORAN. Savin Fadher Dempsey"s presence, eh?
BROADBENT [not understanding him] Quite so--er--oh yes. All I can say is that as an Englishman I blush for the Union. It is the blackest stain on our national history. I look forward to the time-and it cannot be far distant, gentlemen, because Humanity is looking forward to it too, and insisting on it with no uncertain voice--I look forward to the time when an Irish legislature shall arise once more on the emerald pasture of College Green, and the Union Jack--that detestable symbol of a decadent Imperialism--be replaced by a flag as green as the island over which it waves--a flag on which we shall ask for England only a modest quartering in memory of our great party and of the immortal name of our grand old leader.
DORAN [enthusiastically]. Dhat"s the style, begob! [He smites his knee, and winks at Mat].