(He gathers his cloak about him.)
And now the Lord send blessing to you all, for I am going on to
Annagolan, where there is a deaf woman, and to Laragh, where
there are two men without sense, and to Glenassil, where there
are children blind from their birth; and then I'm going to sleep
this night in the bed of the holy Kevin, and to be prais- ing
God, and asking great blessing on you all. [He bends his head.]
CURTAIN
ACT II
[Village roadside, on left the door of a forge, with broken
wheels, etc., lying about. A well near centre, with board above
it, and room to pass behind it. Martin Doul is sitting near
forge, cutting sticks.]
TIMMY -- [heard hammering inside forge, then calls.] -- Let you
make haste out there. . . . I'll be putting up new fires at the
turn of day, and you haven't the half of them cut yet.
MARTIN DOUL -- [gloomily.] -- It's destroyed I'll be whacking
your old thorns till the turn of day, and I with no food in my
stomach would keep the life in a pig. (He turns towards the
door.) Let you come out here and cut them yourself if you want
them cut, for there's an hour every day when a man has a right to
his rest.
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