Anthony Quayle |
Lord Montgomery |
Barbara Parkins |
Charlotte Kent |
David Soul |
Caleb Staunton |
Kate Mulgrew |
Rachel Clement |
Kathleen Beller |
Maureen O'Brian |
Linda Purl |
Deirdre O'Manion |
Rachel: Good morning. Pat? That's your name, isn't it?
Padric: (while walking about pruning plants in the garden) Ah, in fact my name is Padric, Miss. That's Patrick in the Irish language.
Rachel: (chuckling) Oh good gracious. I didn't even know there was an Irish language. Are you older than your brother or younger?
Padric: Matter of fact Miss, we're twins.
Rachel Twins? But you're not in the least alike.
Padric: Aye. A shame he couldn't be the handsome one. But uh, we're both Irish and we want the same things, although sometimes in different ways.
Rachel: Tell me. Why does your brother always seem so angry?
Padric: Ah well now, he hasn't my saintly nature. In fact my father says that Rory feels too much and thinks too little.
Rachel: Especially about Ireland. And what do you feel?
Padric: What do I feel? If Ireland ever shall be free, her head and heart must come together, as if a rainbow is to be. It springs from rain and sunny weather.
Rachel: Who wrote that? I believe it was you! I never knew a gardener before who wrote poetry.
Padric: And, um, do you mind that I'm one who writes poetry?
Rachel: Oh no, no. I think I rather like it. But it would certainly never happen in England. Thank you for letting me hear your poem, Pat.
Rory: I think you better go.
Rachel: Why should I?
Rory: I think of a stone wall, of grass so sweet to make my head swim, my body ache. And what do you think of?
Rachel: (words whispered unintelligibly)
Rory: I think of the land. I think of the land that comes in the night like a lover. Dark haired, whispering. She's jealous. She'll abide no other lover. Yet if a man be true to her, she'd understand.
Rachel: (softly) What? What does she understand?
Rory: That he is a man.
David: (to Rachel as he looks directly at Rory who is standing beside a horse) Oh, and Rachel, be careful with these high-spirited animals.
Rachel: Oh incidentally, didn't you remark that our land was O'Manion land?
Rory: Uh huh.
Rachel: Why?
Rory: Because it is ours. It was taken from us by the English and held captive for 300 years.
Rachel: (nervously laughing as she turns to walk away) Three hundred years? Surely you can't blame us for things that happened so long ago.
Rory: Uh, Miss Clement? We have long memories in Ireland.
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