TIMMY -- [coming out, with a hammer, impatiently.] -- Do you want
me to be driving you off again to be walking the roads? There
you are now, and I giving you your food, and a corner to sleep,
and money with it; and, to hear the talk of you, you'd think I
was after beating you, or stealing your gold.
MARTIN DOUL. You'd do it handy, maybe, if I'd gold to steal.
TIMMY -- [throws down hammer; picks up some of the sticks already
cut, and throws them into door.) There's no fear of your having
gold -- a lazy, basking fool the like of you.
MARTIN DOUL. No fear, maybe, and I here with yourself, for it's
more I got a while since and I sitting blinded in Grianan, than I
get in this place working hard, and destroying myself, the length
of the day.
TIMMY -- [stopping with amazement.] -- Working hard? (He goes
over to him.) I'll teach you to work hard, Martin Doul. Strip
off your coat now, and put a tuck in your sleeves, and cut the
lot of them, while I'd rake the ashes from the forge, or I'll not
put up with you another hour itself.
MARTIN DOUL -- [horrified.] -- Would you have me getting my death
sitting out in the black wintry air with no coat on me at all?
TIMMY -- [with authority.
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