Sive
John B. Keane
- 128 pages
- English
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Sive
John B. Keane
About This Book
Sive is a young and beautiful orphan who lives with her uncle Mike, his wife Mena and his mother Nanna. A local matchmaker, Thomasheen SeĂĄn Rua, wants Sive to marry an old man called Sean DĂłta. Thomasheen convinces Mike and Mena to organise the marriage. They will receive a sum of two hundred pounds as soon as she marries him. However, Sive is in love with a young man, Liam Scuab. But Liam is not suitable and is refused permission to marry Sive. Sive is distraught but is forced to do the will of her uncle and his bitter wife. Faced with an unthinkable future she takes the only choice left to her. Set against the harsh poverty and difficult times of 1950s Ireland, Sive caused considerable controversy on its debut in February 1959. Since then it has become an established part of Ireland's theatrical canon.
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ACT ONE
SCENE 1
Mena: | Thereâs a smell of smoke! |
Nanna: | [Crossly:] âTis the way you left the fire when you went out. |
Mena: | Not turf smoke, oulâ woman, tobacco smoke! |
Nanna: | Tobacco smoke how are you? [NANNA seizes the tongs and belabours the fire.] |
Mena: | In the name of all thatâs dead and gone, wouldnât you take out your pipe and smoke it, not be humpinâ yourself there, like a cat stealinâ milk? |
Nanna: | [Irritably:] Such clatter! |
Mena: | No clatter unless âtis your own. Wouldnât you give over talkinâ, and take out your pipe [wearily] and not be hiding it when we walk in and out of the kitchen? |
Nanna: | Am I to be scolded, night and day in my own house? Ah! âtwas a sore day to me my son took you for a wife. What a happy home we had before you came into it! Fitter for you be having three of four children put from you at this day of your life. |
Mena: | I had my fortune; âtwasnât for the want of a roof over my head that I came here. I could have done better if I bided my time. [Lifts the bucket and turns to the door.] |
Nanna: | We all know what you could do, girl, and the stock you came from ⊠and the cabin you came out of! [Laughs a little forcefully.] Where ye used to drink yeer tay out of jam pots for the want of cups. Oh, indeed, you neednât tell me about yourself. A nice bargain you were! |
Mena: | You have nothing else to do but talk. Saying your prayers you should be, at this hour of your days, instead of cackling with your bad tongue ⊠Where was your poor amadawn of a son before I came here? Pulling bogdeal out of the ground with a jinnet, going around like a half-fool with his head hanging by him ⊠you give me the puke with your grandeur. Take out your dirty doodeen of a pipe and close your gob on it, woman. I have something else to do besides arguing with you. |