Tekstovi: Original Broadway Cast. I Dismiss You.

GRACE
You are not a man,
You don't have a spine,
Ready to surrender
And put Ireland in chains
Whoring's made you soft
Drink has left you weak
Not a drop of Irish blood
Is left within your veins

You and all your lies,
I've borne all that I must
I can see you clear;
You're a dead weight in a war,
A disgrace to the clan
You're a hundred things more,
What you're not is man!

Get up!
Jesus Christ!

DONAL
I've had enough of this,
Woman, hold your whist!
"Woman," well not quite,
That's always been the joke;
What is the trouble here?
Basic'lly the gist
Is I can't go on being
Married to a bloke

Yes, love, it's true
You've been adm'rably taught
Pressed to admit,
You're an ace at your trade,
You're a half-decent shot,
Fairly skilled with a blade...
But a woman you're not!

GRACE
My father up above,
His very word you flout!

DONAL
Boots, swords,
And trousers
I've been the
patient one!

GRACE
Has it been three years?
I can still walk out!

DONAL
I draw the line,
If you cross it, then

GRACE AND DONAL
We're done!

DONAL
You took my rightful place
Through the mad dying words
of a senile old man

GRACE
Now you've fin'lly said
What is unforgivable

Every day

Discrediting

DONAL
(at the same time)
Every day
regretting

BOTH
The bargain that we made

GRACE
Never did I
Have a doubt

DONAL
(at the same time)
Not a doubt ever

BOTH
That this would
Come to be

GRACE
Poisonous
And pitiful

DONAL
(at the same time)
Poisoned,
Perverted,

BOTH
The tune you asked be played

GRACE
Someone has to
pay the piper;

DONAL
(at the same time)
Someone must
pay up, dear

BOTH
Better you than me

GRACE
No!
As allowed me, by our Irish laws,
I say to you now...
I dismiss you!
I dismiss you!
I dismiss you!

MEN
Stay away from Grania,
You don't matter any more
Hang your sword up, go below - you've
Nothing else to do
Soon as we get into port
We dump you on the shore
Unity of clans is over
All because of you...
All because of you...
All because of you...
All because of you...