TIMMY. That's the truth, Mary; and if it's choosing a wilful
blindness you are, I'm thinking there isn't anyone in this place
will ever be giving you a hand's turn or a hap'orth of meal, or
be doing the little things you need to keep you at all living in
the world.

MAT SIMON. If you had your sight, Mary, you could be walking up
for him and down with him, and be stitching his clothes, and
keeping a watch on him day and night the way no other woman would
come near him at all.

MARY DOUL -- [half persuaded.] -- That's the truth, maybe.

SAINT. Kneel down now, I'm saying, for it's in haste I am to be
going on with the marriage and be walking my own way before the
fall of night.

THE PEOPLE. Kneel down, Mary! Kneel down when you're bid by the
Saint!

MARY DOUL -- [looking uneasily towards Martin Doul.] -- Maybe
it's right they are, and I will if you wish it, holy father.

[She kneels down. The Saint takes off his hat and gives it to
some one near him. All the men take off their hats. He goes
forward a step to take Martin Doul's hand away from Mary Doul.]

SAINT -- [to Martin Doul.] -- Go aside now; we're not wanting you
here.