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Maurice Harte 271
Mrs. Harte. If you don t how can I ever face outside
this door or lift my head again ? . . . How could I listen
to the neighbors making pity for me, and many a one o
them only glad in their hearts? How could I ever face
again into town o Macroom?
Maurice. Oh, don t.
Mrs. Harte. I tell you, Maurice, I d rather be lying
dead a thousand times in the graveyard over Killnamar-
tyra
Maurice. Stop, Mother, stop! I ll I ll go back
as as you all wish it.
Nine months later there is general rejoicing at
the Hartes : Maurice has passed his examina
tions with flying colors; he is about to be ordained,
and he is to officiate at the wedding of his brother
Owen and his wealthy bride.
Ellen Harte plans to give her son a royal wel
come. Great preparations are on foot to greet
the return of Maurice. He comes back not in
the glory and triumph expected by his people, but
a driveling idiot. His mental struggle, the agony
of whipping himself to the hated task, proved too
much for him, and Maurice is sacrificed on the
altar of superstition and submission to paternal
authority.
In the whole range of the Irish drama
"
Mau
rice Harte
"
is the most Irish, because nowhere
does Catholicism demand so many victims as in
that unfortunate land. But in a deeper sense the
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