MICHAEL -- [with contempt.] -- God help you! Can't you sit in by the hearth
with the light lit and herself beyond in the room? You'll do that surely, for
I've heard tell there's a queer fellow above, going mad or getting his death,
maybe, in the gripe of the ditch, so she'd be safer this night with a person
here.

SHAWN -- [with plaintive despair.] -- I'm afeard of Father Reilly, I'm saying.
Let you not be tempting me, and we near married itself.

PHILLY -- [with cold contempt.] -- Lock him in the west room. He'll stay then
and have no sin to be telling to the priest.

MICHAEL -- [to Shawn, getting between him and the door.] -- Go up now.

SHAWN -- [at the top of his voice.] -- Don't stop me, Michael James. Let me
out of the door, I'm saying, for the love of the Almighty God. Let me out
(trying to dodge past him). Let me out of it, and may God grant you His
indulgence in the hour of need.

MICHAEL -- [loudly.] Stop your noising, and sit down by the hearth. [Gives
him a push and goes to counter laughing.]

SHAWN -- [turning back, wringing his hands.] -- Oh, Father Reilly and the
saints of God, where will I hide myself to-day? Oh, St. Joseph and St.
Patrick and St. Brigid, and St. James, have mercy on me now! [Shawn turns
round, sees door clear, and makes a rush for it.]

MICHAEL -- [catching him by the coattail.] -- You'd be going, is it?

SHAWN -- [screaming.] Leave me go, Michael James, leave me go, you old Pagan,