Celia:  My little dove!  Where are you at all!

Conan:  A cat to have ate it would be no great loss!

Celia:  Did you yourself do away with him?

Conan:  I did not.

Celia:  (Wildly breaking free throws herself down.) There is no place for him to be only in under the settle!

Conan:  (Dragging at her.) It is not there.

Celia:  (Who has put in her hand.) O what is that?  It has hurt me!

Conan:  A nail sticking up out of the floor.

Celia:  (Jumping up with a cry.) It’s a crow!  A great big wicked black crow!

Conan:  If it is let you leave it there.

Celia:  (Weeping.) I’m certain sure it has my pigeon killed and ate!

Conan:  To be so doleful after a pigeon!  You haven’t a stim of sense!

Celia:  It was you gave it leave to do that!

Conan:  Stop your whimpering and blubbering!  What way can I settle the world and I being harassed and hampered with such a contrary class!  I give you my word I have a mind to change myself into a ravenous beast will kill and devour ye all!  That much would be no sin when it would be according to my nature. (Sings or chants.)

  “On Clontarf he like a lion fell,
  Thousands plunged in their own gore;
  I to be such a lion now
  I’d ask for nothing more!”

Celia:  (Sitting down miserable.) You are a very wicked man!

Conan:  Get up out of that or I’ll make you!

Celia:  I will not!  I’m certain you did this cruel thing!

Conan:  (Taking up bellows.) I’d hardly begrudge one of my six blasts to be quit of your slowness and your sluggish ways!  Rise up now before I’ll make you that you’ll want shoes that will never wear out, you being ever on the trot and on the run from morning to the fall of night!  Start up now!  I’m on the bounds of doing it!

Celia:  What are you raving about?

Conan:  To get quit of you I cannot, but to change your nature I might!  I give you warning ...one, two, three!

(Blows.) (Sings:  “With a chirrup.”) (Air, “Garryowen.")

  “Let you rise and go light like a bird of the air
  That goes high in its flight ever seeking its share;
  Let you never go easy or pine for a rest
  Till you’ll be a world’s wonder and work with the best!

  With a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,
  A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,
  A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,
  A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup!”

Celia:  (Staring and standing up.) What is that?  Is it the wind or is it a wisp of flame that is going athrough my bones!

(Rock and Flannery come in.)

(Celia rushes out.)