Riders to the Sea by J. M. (John Millington) Synge
page 27 of 31 (87%)
page 27 of 31 (87%)
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There does be a power of young men floating round in the sea,
and what way would they know if it was Michael they had, or another man like him, for when a man is nine days in the sea, and the wind blowing, it's hard set his own mother would be to say what man was it. CATHLEEN It's Michael, God spare him, for they're after sending us a bit of his clothes from the far north. [She reaches out and hands Maurya the clothes that belonged to Michael. Maurya stands up slowly, and takes them into her hands. NORA looks out.] NORA They're carrying a thing among them and there's water dripping out of it and leaving a track by the big stones. CATHLEEN [In a whisper to the women who have come in.] Is it Bartley it is? ONE OF THE WOMEN It is surely, God rest his soul. [Two younger women come in and pull out the table. Then men carry in the body of Bartley, laid on a plank, with a bit of a sail over it, and lay it on the table.] |
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