MICHEAL
That's five pounds and ten notes, a good sum, surely! . . . It's
not that way you'll be talking when you marry a young man, Nora
Burke, and they were saying in the fair my lambs were the best
lambs, and I got a grand price, for I'm no fool now at making a
bargain when my lambs are good.

NORA
What was it you got?

MICHEAL
Twenty pound for the lot, Nora Burke. . . . We'ld do right to
wait now till himself will be quiet awhile in the Seven Churches,
and then you'll marry me in the chapel of Rathvanna, and I'll
bring the sheep up on the bit of a hill you have on the back
mountain, and we won't have anything we'ld be afeard to let our
minds on when the mist is down.

NORA
[Pouring him out some whisky.] Why would I marry you, Mike Dara?
You'll be getting old and I'll be getting old, and in a little
while I'm telling you, you'll be sitting up in your bed -- the
way himself was sitting -- with a shake in your face, and your
teeth falling, and the white hair sticking out round you like an
old bush where sheep do be leaping a gap.

[Dan Burke sits up noiselessly from under the sheet, with his
hand to his face. His white hair is sticking out round his
head.]