MARTIN DOUL -- [pushes him away roughly, and stands with his left
hand on Mary Doul's shoulder.] -- Keep off yourself, holy father,
and let you not be taking my rest from me in the darkness of my
wife. . . . What call has the like of you to be coming between
married people -- that you're not understanding at all -- and be
making a great mess with the holy water you have, and the length
of your prayers? Go on now, I'm saying, and leave us here on the
road.

SAINT. If it was a seeing man I heard talking to me the like of
that I'd put a black curse on him would weigh down his soul till
it'd be falling to hell; but you're a poor blind sinner, God
forgive you, and I don't mind you at all. (He raises his can.)
Go aside now till I give the blessing to your wife, and if you
won't go with your own will, there are those standing by will
make you, surely.

MARTIN DOUL -- [pulling Mary Doul.] -- Come along now, and don't
mind him at all.

SAINT -- [imperiously, to the People.] -- Let you take that man
and drive him down upon the road. [Some men seize Martin Doul.]

MARTIN DOUL -- [struggling and shouting.] -- Make them leave me
go, holy father! Make them leave me go, I'm saying, and you may
cure her this day, or do anything that you will.

SAINT -- [to People.] -- Let him be. . . . . Let him be if his
sense is come to him at all.