[He feels for Mary Doul and gives her the can.]
MARY DOUL -- [shaking it.] -- Well, glory be to God.
MARTIN DOUL -- [pointing to Bride.] -- And what is it herself
has, making sounds in her hand?
BRIDE -- [crossing to Martin Doul.] -- It's the Saint's bell;
you'll hear him ringing out the time he'll be going up some
place, to be saying his prayers.
[Martin Doul holds out his hand; she gives it to him.]
MARTIN DOUL -- [ringing it.] -- It's a sweet, beautiful sound.
MARY DOUL. You'd know, I'm thinking, by the little silvery voice
of it, a fasting holy man was after carrying it a great way at
his side.
[Bride crosses a little right behind Martin Doul.]
MOLLY BYRNE -- [unfolding Saint's cloak.] -- Let you stand up
now, Martin Doul, till I put his big cloak on you. (Martin Doul
rises, comes forward, centre a little.) The way we'd see how
you'd look, and you a saint of the Almighty God.
MARTIN DOUL -- [standing up, a little diffidently.] -- I've heard
the priests a power of times making great talk and praises of the
beauty of the saints. [Molly Byrne slips cloak round him.]
TIMMY -- [uneasily.
Pages:
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34