sitting　out　in　the　black　wintry　air　with　no　coat　on　me　at　all？
  TIMMY　　＇with　authority。＇　　Strip　it　off　now；　or　walk　down　upon
  the　road。
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇bitterly。＇　　Oh；　God　help　me！　　（He　begins　taking
  off　his　coat。）　I've　heard　tell　you　stripped　the　sheet　from　your
  wife　and　you　putting　her　down　into　the　grave；　and　that　there
  isn't　the　like　of　you　for　plucking　your　living　ducks；　the　short
  days；　and　leaving　them　running　round　in　their　skins；　in　the　great
  rains　and　the　cold。　　（He　tucks　up　his　sleeves。）　　Ah；　I've　heard　a
  power　of　queer　things　of　yourself；　and　there　isn't　one　of　them
  I'll　not　believe　from　this　day；　and　be　telling　to　the　boys。
  TIMMY　　＇pulling　over　a　big　stick。＇　　Let　you　cut　that　now；　and
  give　me　rest　from　your　talk；　for　I'm　not　heeding　you　at　all。
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇taking　stick。＇　　That's　a　hard；　terrible　stick；
  Timmy；　and　isn't　it　a　poor　thing　to　be　cutting　strong　timber　the
  like　of　that；　when　it's　cold　the　bark　is；　and　slippy　with　the
  frost　of　the　air？
  TIMMY　　＇gathering　up　another　armful　of　sticks。＇　　What　way
  wouldn't　it　be　cold；　and　it　freezing　since　the　moon　was　changed？
  ＇He　goes　into　forge。＇
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇querulously；　as　he　cuts　slowly。＇　　What　way；
  indeed；　Timmy？　　For　it's　a　raw；　beastly　day　we　do　have　each　day；
  till　I　do　be　thinking　it's　well　for　the　blind　don't　be　seeing
  them　gray　clouds　driving　on　the　hill；　and　don't　be　looking　on
  people　with　their　noses　red；　the　like　of　your　nose；　and　their
  eyes　weeping　and　watering；　the　like　of　your　eyes；　God　help　you；
  Timmy　the　smith。
  TIMMY　　＇seen　blinking　in　doorway。＇　　Is　it　turning　now　you　are
  against　your　sight？
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇very　miserably。＇　　It's　a　hard　thing　for　a　man
  to　have　his　sight；　and　he　living　near　to　the　like　of　you　（he　cuts
  a　stick　and　throws　it　away）；　or　wed　with　a　wife　（cuts　a　stick）；
  and　I　do　be　thinking　it　should　be　a　hard　thing　for　the　Almighty
  God　to　be　looking　on　the　world；　bad　days；　and　on　men　the　like　of
  yourself　walking　around　on　it；　and　they　slipping　each　way　in　the
  muck。
  TIMMY　　＇with　pot…hooks　which　he　taps　on　anvil。＇　　You'd　have　a
  right　to　be　minding；　Martin　Doul；　for　it's　a　power　the　Saint
  cured　lose　their　sight　after　a　while。　　Mary　Doul's　dimming　again；
  I've　heard　them　say；　and　I'm　thinking　the　Lord；　if　he　hears　you
  making　that　talk；　will　have　little　pity　left　for　you　at　all。
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　There's　not　a　bit　of　fear　of　me　losing　my　sight；
  and　if　it's　a　dark　day　itself　it's　too　well　I　see　every　wicked
  wrinkle　you　have　round　by　your　eye。
  TIMMY　　＇looking　at　him　sharply。＇　　The　day's　not　dark　since
  the　clouds　broke　in　the　east。
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　Let　you　not　be　tormenting　yourself　trying　to　make
  me　afeard。　You　told　me　a　power　of　bad　lies　the　time　I　was　blind；
  and　it's　right　now　for　you　to　stop；　and　be　taking　your　rest　（Mary
  Doul　comes　in　unnoticed　on　right　with　a　sack　filled　with　green
  stuff　on　her　arm）；　for　it's　little　ease　or　quiet　any　person　would
  get　if　the　big　fools　of　Ireland　weren't　weary　at　times。　（He　looks
  up　and　sees　Mary　Doul。）　　Oh；　glory　be　to　God；　she's　coming　again。
  ＇He　begins　to　work　busily　with　his　back　to　her。＇
  TIMMY　　＇amused；　to　Mary　Doul；　as　she　is　going　by　without
  looking　at　them。＇　　Look　on　him　now；　Mary　Doul。　　You'd　be　a
  great　one　for　keeping　him　steady　at　his　work；　for　he's　after
  idling　and　blathering　to　this　hour　from　the　dawn　of　day。
  MARY　DOUL　　＇stiffly。＇　　Of　what　is　it　you're　speaking；　Timmy
  the　smith？
  TIMMY　　＇laughing。＇　　Of　himself；　surely。　Look　on　him　there；
  and　he　with　the　shirt　on　him　ripping　from　his　back。　　You'd　have　a
  right　to　come　round　this　night；　I'm　thinking；　and　put　a　stitch
  into　his　clothes；　for　it's　long　enough　you　are　not　speaking　one
  to　the　other。
  MARY　DOUL。　　Let　the　two　of　you　not　torment　me　at　all。
  ＇She　goes　out　left；　with　her　head　in　the　air。＇
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇stops　work　and　looks　after　her。＇　　Well；　isn't
  it　a　queer　thing　she　can't　keep　herself　two　days　without　looking
  on　my　face？
  TIMMY　　＇jeeringly。＇　　Looking　on　your　face　is　it？　　And　she
  after　going　by　with　her　head　turned　the　way　you'd　see　a　priest
  going　where　there'd　be　a　drunken　man　in　the　side　ditch　talking
  with　a　girl。　　（Martin　Doul　gets　up　and　goes　to　corner　of　forge；
  and　looks　out　left。）　　Come　back　here　and　don't　mind　her　at　all。
  Come　back　here；　I'm　saying；　you've　no　call　to　be　spying　behind
  her　since　she　went　off；　and　left　you；　in　place　of　breaking　her
  heart；　trying　to　keep　you　in　the　decency　of　clothes　and　food。
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇crying　out　indignantly。＇　　You　know　rightly；
  Timmy；　it　was　myself　drove　her　away。
  TIMMY。　　That's　a　lie　you're　telling；　yet　it's　little　I　care　which
  one　of　you　was　driving　the　other；　and　let　you　walk　back　here；　I'm
  saying；　to　your　work。
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇turning　round。＇　　I'm　coming；　surely。
  ＇He　stops　and　looks　out　right；　going　a　step　or　two　towards
  centre。＇
  TIMMY。　　On　what　is　it　you're　gaping；　Martin　Doul？
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　There's　a　person　walking　above。　。　。　。　　It's　Molly
  Byrne；　I'm　thinking；　coming　down　with　her　can。
  TIMMY。　　If　she　is　itself　let　you　not　be　idling　this　day；　or
  minding　her　at　all；　and　let　you　hurry　with　them　sticks；　for　I'll
  want　you　in　a　short　while　to　be　blowing　in　the　forge。　＇He　throws
  down　pot…hooks。＇
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇crying　out。＇　　Is　it　roasting　me　now　you'd　be？
  （Turns　back　and　sees　pot…hooks；　he　takes　them　up。）　　Pot…hooks？
  Is　it　over　them　you've　been　inside　sneezing　and　sweating　since
  the　dawn　of　day？
  TIMMY　　＇resting　himself　on　anvil；　with　satisfaction。＇　　I'm
  making　a　power　of　things　you　do　have　when　you're　settling　with　a
  wife；　Martin　Doul；　for　I　heard　tell　last　night　the　Saint'll　be
  passing　again　in　a　short　while；　and　I'd　have　him　wed　Molly　with
  myself。　。　。　。　He'd　do　it；　I've　heard　them　say；　for　not　a　penny　at
  all。
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇lays　down　hooks　and　looks　at　him　steadily。＇
  Molly'll　be　saying　great　praises　now　to　the　Almighty　God　and　He
  giving　her　a　fine；　stout；　hardy　man　the　like　of　you。
  TIMMY　　＇uneasily。＇　　And　why　wouldn't　she；　if　she's　a　fine
  woman　itself？
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇looking　up　right。＇　　Why　wouldn't　she；　indeed；
  Timmy？　。　。　。　。　The　Almighty　God's　made　a　fine　match　in　the　two　of
  you；　for　if　you　went　marrying　a　woman　was　the　like　of　yourself
  you'd　be　having　the　fearfullest　little　children；　I'm　thinking；
  was　ever　seen　in　the　world。
  TIMMY　　＇seriously　offended。＇　　God　forgive　you！　if　you're　an
  ugly　man　to　be　looking　at；　I'm　thinking　your　tongue's　worse　than
  your　view。
  MARTIN　DOUL　　＇hurt　also。＇　　Isn't　it　destroyed　with　the　cold　I
  am；　and　if　I'm　ugly　itself　I　never　seen　anyone　the　like　of　you
  for　dreepiness　this　day；　Timmy　the　smith；　and　I'm　thinking　now
  herself's　coming　above　you'd　have　a　right　to　step　up　into　your
  old　shanty；　and　give　a　rub　to　your　face；　and　not　be　sitting　there
  with　your　bleary　eyes；　and　your　big　nose；　the　like　of　an　old
  scarecrow　stuck　down　upon　the　road。
  TIMMY　　＇looking　up　the　road　uneasily。＇　She's　no　call　to　mind
  what　way　I　look；　and　I　after　building　a　house　with　four　rooms　in
  it　above　on　the　hill。　　（He　stands　up。）　　But　it's　a　queer　thing
  the　way　yourself　and　Mary　Doul　are　after　setting　every　person　in
  this　place；　and　up　beyond　to　Rathvanna；　talking　of　nothing；　and
  thinking　of　nothing；　but　the　way　they　do　be　looking　in　the　face。
  （Going　towards　forge。）　　It's　the　devil's　work　you're　after　doing
  with　your　talk　of　fine　looks；　and　I'd　do　right；　maybe；　to　step　in
  and　wash　the　blackness　from　my　eyes。
  ＇He　goes　into　forge。　　Martin　Doul　rubs　his　face　furtively　with
  the　tail　of　his　coat。　　Molly　Byrne　comes　on　right　with　a
  water…can；　and　begins　to　fill　it　at　the　well。＇
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　God　save　you；　Molly　Byrne。
  MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇indifferently。＇　　God　save　you。
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　That's　a　dark；　gloomy　day；　and　the　Lord　have　mercy
  on　us　all。
  MOLLY　BYRNE。　　Middling　dark。
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　It's　a　power　of　dirty　days；　and　dark　mornings；　and
  shabby…looking　fellows　（he　makes　a　gesture　over　his　shoulder）　we
  do　have　to　be　looking　on　when　we　have　our　sight；　God　help　us；　but
  there's　one　fine　thing　we　have；　to　be　looking　on　a　grand；　white；
  handsome　girl；　the　like　of　you　。　。　。　。　and　every　time　I　set　my
  eyes　on　you　I　do　be　blessing　the　saints；　and　the　holy　water；　and
  the　power　of　the　Lord　Almighty　in　the　heavens　above。
  MOLLY　BYRNE。　　I've　heard　the　priests　say　it　isn't　looking　on　a
  young　girl　would　teach　many　to　be　saying　their　prayers。　＇Bailing
  water　into　her　can　with　a　cup。＇
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　It　isn't　many　have　been　the　way　I　was；　hearing　your
  voice　speaking；　and　not　seeing　you　at　all。
  MOLLY　BYRNE。　　That　should　have　been　a　queer　time　for　an　old；
  wicked；　coaxing　fool　to　be　sitting　there　with　your　eyes　shut；　and
  not　seeing　a　sight　of　girl　or　woman　passing　the　road。
  MARTIN　DOUL。　　If　it　was　a　queer　time　itself　it　was　great　joy　and
  pride　I　had　the　time　I'd　hear　your　voice　speaking　and　you　passing
  to　Grianan　（beginning　to　speak　w