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MARY -- in a feigned tone of pacification,
with the bundle still in her hand. -- It's not a
drouth but a heartburn I have this day, Sarah
Casey, so I'm going down to cool my gullet
at the blessed well; and I'll sell the can to the
parson's daughter below, a harmless poor
creature would fill your hand with shillings
for a brace of lies.
SARAH. Leave down the tin can, Mary
Byrne, for I hear the drouth upon your tongue
to-day.
MARY. There's not a drink-house from
this place to the fair, Sarah Casey; the way
you'll find me below with the full price, and
not a farthing gone.
[She turns to go off left.
SARAH -- jumping up, and picking up the
hammer threateningly. -- Put down that can,
I'm saying.
MARY -- looking at her for a moment in
terror, and putting down the bundle in the
ditch. -- Is it raving mad you're going, Sarah
Casey, and you the pride of women to destroy
the world?
SARAH -- going up to her, and giving her
a push off left. -- I'll show you if it's raving
mad I am. Go on from this place, I'm saying,