fine prayers he does be saying, and fasting with it, till he's as
thin as one of the empty rushes you have there on your knee; then
he'll be coming after to this place to cure the two of you --
we're after telling him the way you are -- and to say his prayers
in the church.

MARTIN DOUL -- [turning suddenly to Mary Doul.] -- And we'll be
seeing ourselves this day. Oh, glory be to God, is it true
surely?

MARY DOUL -- [very pleased, to Timmy.] -- Maybe I'd have time to
walk down and get the big shawl I have below, for I do look my
best, I've heard them say, when I'm dressed up with that thing on
my head.

TIMMY. You'd have time surely.

MARTIN DOUL -- [listening.] Whisht now. . . . I hear people
again coming by the stream.

TIMMY -- [looking out left, puzzled.] -- It's the young girls I
left walking after the Saint. . . . They're coming now (goes up
to entrance) carrying things in their hands, and they walking as
easy as you'd see a child walk who'd have a dozen eggs hid in her
bib.

MARTIN DOUL -- [listening.] -- That's Molly Byrne, I'm thinking.

[Molly Byrne and Bride come on left and cross to Martin Doul,
carrying water-can, Saint's bell, and cloak.]