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THE TINKER'S WEDDING
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ACT I.

SCENE: A Village roadside after nightfall.
A fire of sticks is burning near the ditch a
little to the right. Michael is working beside
it. In the background, on the left, a sort of
tent and ragged clothes drying on the hedge.
On the right a chapel-gate.

SARAH CASEY -- coming in on right,
eagerly. -- We'll see his reverence this place,
Michael Byrne, and he passing backward to
his house to-night.
MICHAEL -- grimly. -- That'll be a sacred
and a sainted joy!
SARAH -- sharply. -- It'll be small joy for
yourself if you aren't ready with my wedding
ring. (She goes over to him.) Is it near
done this time, or what way is it at all?
MICHAEL. A poor way only, Sarah
Casey, for it's the divil's job making a ring,
and you'll be having my hands destroyed in