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TIMMY. I've heard tell Martin Doul and Mary Doul were seen this
day about on the road, holy father, and we were thinking you'd
have pity on them and cure them again.
SAINT. I would, maybe, but where are they at all? I have little
time left when I have the two of you wed in the church.
MAT SIMON -- [at their seat.] -- There are the rushes they do
have lying round on the stones. It's not far off they'll be,
surely.
MOLLY BYRNE -- [pointing with astonishment.] -- Look beyond,
Timmy. [They all look over and see Martin Doul.]
TIMMY. Well, Martin's a lazy fellow to be lying in there at the
height of the day. (He goes over shouting.) Let you get up out
of that. You were near losing a great chance by your sleepiness
this day, Martin Doul. . . . The two of them's in it, God help us
all!
MARTIN DOUL -- [scrambling up with Mary Doul.] -- What is it you
want, Timmy, that you can't leave us in peace?
TIMMY. The Saint's come to marry the two of us, and I'm after
speaking a word for yourselves, the way he'll be curing you now;
for if you're a foolish man itself, I do be pitying you, for I've
a kind heart, when I think of you sitting dark again, and you
after seeing a while and working for your bread.
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