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Martin； I'll go in first； I'm the big one； and I'm easy to see。
MARTIN DOUL ＇turning his head anxiously。＇ It's easy heard
you are； and will you be holding your tongue？
MARY DOUL ＇partly behind bush。＇ Come in now beside of me。
（They kneel down； still clearly visible。） Do you think they can
see us now； Martin Doul？
MARTIN DOUL。 I'm thinking they can't； but I'm hard set to know；
for the lot of them young girls； the devil save them； have sharp；
terrible eyes； would pick out a poor man； I'm thinking； and he
lying below hid in his grave。
MARY DOUL。 Let you not be whispering sin； Martin Doul； or maybe
it's the finger of God they'd see pointing to ourselves。
MARTIN DOUL。 It's yourself is speaking madness； Mary Doul；
haven't you heard the Saint say it's the wicked do be blind？
MARY DOUL。 If it is you'd have a right to speak a big； terrible
word would make the water not cure us at all。
MARTIN DOUL。 What way would I find a big； terrible word； and I
shook with the fear； and if I did itself； who'd know rightly if
it's good words or bad would save us this day from himself？
MARY DOUL。 They're coming。 I hear their feet on the stones。
＇The Saint comes in on right； with Timmy and Molly Byrne in
holiday clothes； the others as before。＇
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。 ＇Martin Doul
takes Mary Doul's hand and tries to grope his way off right； he
has lost his hat； and they are both covered with dust and grass
seeds。＇
PEOPLE。 You're going wrong。 It's this way； Martin Doul。
＇They push him over in front of the Saint； near centre。 Martin
Doul and Mary Doul stand with piteous hang…dog dejection。＇
SAINT。 Let you not be afeard； for there's great pity with the
Lord。
MARTIN DOUL。 We aren't afeard； holy father。
SAINT。 It's many a time those that are cured with the well of
the four beauties of God lose their sight when a time is gone；
but those I cure a second time go on seeing till the hour of
death。 （He takes the cover from his can。） I've a few drops only
left of the water； but； with the help of God； It'll be enough for
the two of you； and let you kneel down now upon the road。 ＇Martin
Doul wheels round with Mary Doul and tries to get away。
SAINT。 You can kneel down here； I'm saying； we'll not trouble
this time going to the church。
TIMMY ＇turning Martin Doul round； angrily。＇ Are you going
mad in your head； Martin Doul？ It's here you're to kneel。 Did
you not hear his reverence； and he speaking to you now？
SAINT。 Kneel down； I'm saying； the ground's dry at your feet。
MARTIN DOUL ＇with distress。＇ Let you go on your own way；
holy father。 We're not calling you at all。
SAINT。 I'm not saying a word of pen… ance； or fasting itself；
for I'm thinking the Lord has brought you great teaching in the
blindness of your eyes； so you've no call now to be fearing me；
but let you kneel down till I give you your sight。
MARTIN DOUL ＇more troubled。＇ We're not asking our sight；
holy father； and let you walk on your own way； and be fasting； or
praying； or doing anything that you will； but leave us here in
our peace； at the crossing of the roads； for it's best we are
this way； and we're not asking to see。
SAINT ＇to the People。＇ Is his mind gone that he's no wish
to be cured this day； or to be living or working； or looking on
the wonders of the world？
MARTIN DOUL。 It's wonders enough I seen in a short space for the
life of one man only。
SAINT ＇severely。＇ I never heard tell of any person wouldn't
have great joy to be looking on the earth； and the image of the
Lord thrown upon men。
MARTIN DOUL ＇raising his voice。＇ Them is great sights； holy
father。 。 。 。 What was it I seen when I first opened my eyes but
your own bleeding feet； and they cut with the stones？ That was a
great sight； maybe； of the image of God。 。 。 。 And what was it I
seen my last day but the villainy of hell looking out from the
eyes of the girl you're coming to marry the Lord forgive you
with Timmy the smith。 That was a great sight； maybe。 And
wasn't it great sights I seen on the roads when the north winds
would be driving； and the skies would be harsh； till you'd see
the horses and the asses； and the dogs itself； maybe； with their
heads hanging； and they closing their eyes 。
SAINT。 And did you never hear tell of the summer； and the fine
spring； and the places where the holy men of Ireland have built
up churches to the Lord？ No man isn't a madman； I'm thinking；
would be talking the like of that； and wishing to be closed up
and seeing no sight of the grand glittering seas； and the furze
that is opening above； and will soon have the hills shining as if
it was fine creels of gold they were； rising to the sky。
MARTIN DOUL。 Is it talking now you are of Knock and Ballavore？
Ah； it's ourselves had finer sights than the like of them； I'm
telling you； when we were sitting a while back hearing the birds
and bees humming in every weed of the ditch； or when we'd be
smelling the sweet； beautiful smell does be rising in the warm
nights； when you do hear the swift flying things racing in the
air； till we'd be looking up in our own minds into a grand sky；
and seeing lakes； and big rivers； and fine hills for taking the
plough。
SAINT ＇to People。＇ There's little use talking with the like
of him。
MOLLY BYRNE。 It's lazy he is； holy father； and not wanting to
work； for a while before you had him cured he was always talking；
and wishing； and longing for his sight。
MARTIN DOUL ＇turning on her。＇ I was longing； surely for
sight； but I seen my fill in a short while with the look of my
wife； and the look of yourself； Molly Byrne； when you'd the queer
wicked