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The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.
— Bi i dho husht, says he.
be in your silence = shut up
— Who? says Joe.
— Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the subsheriff's for a lark. O God, I've a pain laughing. U.p.: up. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green Street to look for a G. man.
fdv: " -- He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and for lark sent him on to the subsheriff's. And long John sent him up to Greek street to look for a G division man.
-- Is long John going to hang that fellow up in Mountjoy?
-- By God, he'll have to by law or send a fellow round with a bell. Look at till I show you. Here, Terry, give us a pony of stout."
— When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.
— Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Is that Alf Bergan?
— Yes, says Alf. Hanging? Wait till I show you. Here, Terry, give us a pony. That bloody old fool! Ten thousand pounds. You should have seen long John's eye. U.p...
And he started laughing.
— Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran. Is that Bergan?
— Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.
Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foaming ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats, cunning as the sons of deathless Leda. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat.
fdv: "Terence O'Ryan heard him and forthwith he brought him a crystal cup full of the foam-crowned ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Iveagh and Ardilaun brew ever in their divine ale vats. He poured it forth the nectarous beverage, and reached out the crystal goblet, in beauty akin to the immortals."
Thom's 1904 misnames Father Thomas O'Ryan as Terence; Joyce recasts him as the other sort of curate
|35yo in 1901|
Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals.
fdv: "But he, the young chief of the O'Bergans, would not brook to be less generous but gave him with noble mien a talent of costliest bronze. Thereon embossed by cunning smith work was made the image of a fair and gracious queen, Victoria her name, who bears rule, a victress well-beloved, over countless peoples, pale and dark, ruddy and ethiop."
But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of costliest bronze. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop.
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