excellent Maria! Sean o'casey "the plough and the stars" w.b yeats-
Pearse: Words are lightly spoken.
Connolly: Yes, they are.
Plunkett: What could your few numbers do, anyway?
Connolly: We can die. If needs be.
Pearse: We’ll strike.
Connolly: When?
Pearse: Easter Sunday.
Connolly (
they await his reply): . . . God grant, Pearse, that you are right.
Narrator: Connolly had forced himself on them and he was ready with his life—Yeh? (
Sings.) ‘Oh words are lightly spoken . . .’
Singer: ‘Oh words are lightly spoken,’
Said Pearse to Connolly,
‘Maybe a breath of Politic Word
Has withered our Rose Tree;
Or maybe but a wind that blows
Across the bitter sea.’. . .
ahhh! sometimes ma dark place!! HH Maria