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Portrait of Dion Boucicault Dion Boucicault The Colleen Bawn; or, the Brides of Garryowen

Hard She is known at every fair and pattern in Munster as the Colleen Bawn—her name is Eily O’Connor.
Mrs. C A peasant girl—a vulgar, barefooted beggar!
Hard Whatever she is, love has made her my equal, and when you set your foot upon her you tread upon my heart.
Mrs. C ’Tis well, Hardress. I feel that perhaps I have no right to dispose of your life and your happiness—no, my dear son—I would not wound you—heaven knows how well I love my darling boy, and you shall feel it. Corrigan has made me an offer by which you may regain the estate, and without selling yourself to Anne Chute.
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Portrait of Dion Boucicault Dion Boucicault The Colleen Bawn; or, the Brides of Garryowen

Corrig No, it’s the love of Eily O’Connor that’s in it—it’s the pride of Garryowen that took your heart away, and made ye what ye are—a smuggler and a poacher.
Myles Thim’s hard words.
Corrig But they are true. You live like a wild beast in some cave or hole in the rocks above; by night your gun is heard shootin’ the otter as they lie out on the stones, or you snare the salmon in your nets; on a cloudy night your whisky-still is going—you see, I know your life.
Myles Better than the priest, and devil a lie in it.
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Portrait of Dion Boucicault Dion Boucicault The Colleen Bawn; or, the Brides of Garryowen

C Hardress, I speak not for myself, but for you—and I would rather see you in your coffin than married to this poor, lowborn, silly, vulgar creature. I know you, my son; you will be miserable when the infatuation of first love is past; when you turn from her and face the world, as one day you must do, you will blush to say, “This is my wife.” Every word from her mouth will be a pang to your pride.
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