KEEGAN.In the accounts kept in heaven,Mr Doyle,a heart purified of hatred may be worth more even than a Land Development Syndicate of Anglicized Irishmen and Gladstonized Englishmen.
LARRY.Oh,in heaven,no doubt!I have never been there.Can you tell me where it is?
KEEGAN.Could you have told me this morning where hell is?Yet you know now that it is here.Do not despair of finding heaven:it may be no farther off.
LARRY [ironically].On this holy ground,as you call it,eh?
KEEGAN [with fierce intensity].Yes,perhaps,even on this holy ground which such Irishmen as you have turned into a Land of Derision.
BROADBENT [coming between them].Take care!you will be quarrelling presently.Oh,you Irishmen,you Irishmen!Toujours Ballyhooly,eh?[Larry,with a shrug,half comic,half impatient,turn away up the hill,but presently strolls back on Keegan's right.Broadbent adds,confidentially to Keegan]Stick to the Englishman,Mr Keegan:he has a bad name here;but at least he can forgive you for being an Irishman.
KEEGAN.Sir:when you speak to me of English and Irish you forget that I am a Catholic.My country is not Ireland nor England,but the whole mighty realm of my Church.For me there are but two countries:heaven and hell;but two conditions of men:salvation and damnation.Standing here between you the Englishman,so clever in your foolishness,and this Irishman,so foolish in his cleverness,I cannot in my ignorance be sure which of you is the more deeply damned;but I should be unfaithful to my calling if Iopened the gates of my heart less widely to one than to the other.