MARTIN DOUL -- [shakes himself loose, feels for Mary Doul,
sinking his voice to a plausible whine.] -- You may cure herself,
surely, holy father; I wouldn't stop you at all -- and it's great
joy she'll have looking on your face -- but let you cure myself
along with her, the way I'll see when it's lies she's telling,
and be looking out day and night upon the holy men of God.

[He kneels down a little before Mary Doul.]

SAINT -- [speaking half to the People.] -- Men who are dark a
long while and thinking over queer thoughts in their heads,
aren't the like of simple men, who do be working every day, and
praying, and living like ourselves; so if he has found a right
mind at the last minute itself, I'll cure him, if the Lord will,
and not be thinking of the hard, foolish words he's after saying
this day to us all.

MARTIN DOUL -- [listening eagerly.] -- I'm waiting now, holy
father.

SAINT -- [with can in his hand, close to Martin Doul.] -- With
the power of the water from the grave of the four beauties of
God, with the power of this water, I'm saying, that I put upon
your eyes --. [He raises can.]

MARTIN DOUL -- [with a sudden movement strikes the can from the
Saint's hand and sends it rocketing across stage. He stands up;
People murmur loudly.] -- If I'm a poor dark sinner I've sharp
ears, God help me, and have left you with a big head on you and