The Field E-Book

John B. Keane

• Herausgeber: Mercier Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 1991

Beschreibung

The Field is John B. Keane's fierce and tender study of the love a man can have for land and the ruthless lengths he will go to in order to obtain the object of his desire. It is dominated by Bull McCabe, one of the most famous characters in Irish writing today. An Oscar-nominated adaptation of The Field proved highly successful and popular worldwide, and starred Richard Harris, John Hurt, Brenda Fricker and Tom Berenger.

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About John B. Keane

John B. Keane was one of Ireland’s most humorous authors and is still recognised as one of Ireland’s greatest playwrights. He wrote many best-sellers, including Letters of a Successful TD, Letters of an Irish Parish Priest, Letters of an Irish Publican, Letters of a Matchmaker, Letters of a Love-Hungry Farmer, The Gentle Art of Matchmaking, Irish Short Stories, More Irish Short Stories, The Bodhrán Makers and Man of the Triple Name. His plays include The Year of the Hiker, Big Maggie, Sive, Sharon’s Grave,Many Young Men of Twenty, The Man from Clare, Moll, The Change in Mame Fadden, Values, The Crazy Wall and The Buds of Ballybunion.

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Revised Text

edited by

Ben Barnes

A Play in Two Acts

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© John B. Keane, 1991

ISBN: 978 0 85342 976 0

Epub ISBN: 978 1 85635 988 7

Mobi ISBN: 978 1 85635 989 4

The Field is a copyright play and may not be performed without a licence. Application for a licence for amateur performances must be made in advance to Mercier Press Ltd, Unit 3b, Oak House, Bessboro Road, Blackrock, Cork. Terms for professional performances may be had from JBK Occasions, 37 William Street, Listowel, Co. Kerry.

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This edited two act version of The Field was first presented in the Abbey Theatre, Dublin, on Monday 9 February 1987.

Leamy Flanagan: Darragh Kelly

Bird O’Donnell: Dónall Farmer

Mick Flanagan: John Olohan

Mrs Butler: Áine Ní Mhuirí

Maimie Flanagan: Catherine Byrne

Bull McCabe: Niall Tóibín

TadhgMcCabe: Brendan Conroy

Sergeant Leahy: Niall O’Brien

William Dee: Macdara Ó Fátharta

DandyMcCabe: Eamon Kelly

MrsMcCabe: Maura O’Sullivan

Fr Murphy: Des Nealon

The Flanagan Children: Aoife Conroy, Neilí Conroy, Ruaidhrí Conroy, Tom Lawlor, Kerry-Ellen Lawlor

Village Girls: Aisling Tóibín, Siobhán Maguire

The Bishop’s Voice: Des Cave

Director: Ben Barnes

Designer: Tim Reed

Lighting Designer: Rupert Murray

Music: Ronan Guilfoyle

The Field was first produced by Gemini Productions at the Olympia Theatre, Dublin, on 1 November 1965.

ACT ONE

Scene 1

[Action takes place in the bar of a public house in Carraigthomond, a small village in the south-west of Ireland.

Leamy Flanagan is playing pitch and toss with his younger brothers and sisters. Enter the Bird O’Donnell]

Bird: Give us a half of whiskey for God’s sake, Leamy, to know would anything put a bit of heat in me. Leamy, do you hear me talking to you?

Leamy: ’Tis freezing!

Bird: ’Tis weather for snowmen and Eskimos. Where’s your father? This place is getting more like Las Vegas with all the gambling going on.

Leamy: He’s gone down to O’Connor’s for the paper … That’ll be half-a-dollar.

Bird: Take your time, will you? Why aren’t ye all at school?

Leamy: Still on our Easter holidays. How’s trade?

Bird: Same as always … lousy!

[EnterMick Flanaganscattering the children]

Mick: Go upstairs, your dinner is ready. [ToLeamy] I thought I told you to sweep out the shop!

Leamy: It’s nearly finished.

Mick: You’ve been long enough about it. Right Nellie, up to Muddy. Good morning, Bird.

Bird: Good morning, Mick.

Mick: Did you clean out the store?

Leamy: I’ve done the half of it.

Mick: The half of it! – I told you to do the whole of it.

Leamy: I had to look after the kids while my mother was feeding the baby.

Mick: ’Tis too fond you are of hanging about with women and children. ’Tis a daughter you should have been not a son. [Discovering another child] And what are you doing hiding under the table, you little divil? [To Leamy] Go and ask your mother will the dinner be ready soon.

Leamy: Yes, Da.

Mick: And finish off that store or you’ll hear all about it from me.

Leamy: Yes, Da.

[Exit Leamy, Bird whistles]

Mick: In the name of goodness, will you cut out that bloody whistling! One would swear you were a canary.

[The whistler, whose name is ‘Bird’ O’Donnell, looks at Mick in surprise]

Bird:[Throwing rings at a ring-board] I thought you liked whistling?

Mick: Whistling, yes. I like whistling. But that bloody noise you’re making isn’t whistling.

[Laughter from girls. Bird comes to the counter. He has thrown two rings and leaves the other four on the counter]

Mick: C’mon girls, upstairs.

Bird: Give me another half-one. It might improve my pipes.

Mick: Have you the price of it?

[Bird draws some change from his pocket and places it on the counter]

Mick:[Counts money first, fills whiskey] Who did you take down now?

Bird: Take down! That’s illegal, that is! I could get you put in jail for that. A pity I hadn’t a witness. ’Twould pay me better than calf-buying.

[Mick places whiskey on counter and takes price of it which he deposits in cash register. Bird scoops up the rest of the money]

Mick: There must be great money in calf-buying.

Bird: Not as much as there is in auctioneering.

Mick:[Goes to the stove, to poke and put fuel in it] Very funny! Very funny! Don’t forget I have to use my head all the time.

Bird:[Leftish along counter] Not half as much as I do. Did you ever try to take down a small farmer?

[Bird sits in angle of bar watching what is going on. Enter a small dumpy woman wearing a black-coloured coat. She is piled with parcels. She is Maggie Butler, a widow]

Bird: Good morning, ma’am.

Mick: Good morning, ma’am. Ah! Is it Mrs Butler? I didn’t see you with a dog’s age.

Maggie: Good morning to you, Mr Flanagan. I’m afraid I don’t be in the village very often.

Mick: What will I get for you?