[Bride crosses a little right behind Martin Doul.]

MOLLY BYRNE -- [unfolding Saint's cloak.] -- Let you stand up
now, Martin Doul, till I put his big cloak on you. (Martin Doul
rises, comes forward, centre a little.) The way we'd see how
you'd look, and you a saint of the Almighty God.

MARTIN DOUL -- [standing up, a little diffidently.] -- I've heard
the priests a power of times making great talk and praises of the
beauty of the saints. [Molly Byrne slips cloak round him.]

TIMMY -- [uneasily.] -- You'd have a right to be leaving him
alone, Molly. What would the Saint say if he seen you making
game with his cloak?

MOLLY BYRNE -- [recklessly.] -- How would he see us, and he
saying prayers in the wood? (She turns Martin Doul round.) Isn't
that a fine holy-looking saint, Timmy the smith? (Laughing
foolishly.) There's a grand, handsome fellow, Mary Doul; and if
you seen him now you'd be as proud, I'm thinking, as the
archangels below, fell out with the Almighty God.

MARY DOUL -- [with quiet confidence going to Martin Doul and
feeling his cloak.] -- It's proud we'll be this day, surely.
[Martin Doul is still ringing.]

MOLLY BYRNE -- [to Martin Doul.] -- Would you think well to be
all your life walking round the like of that, Martin Doul, and
you bell-ringing with the saints of God?