make you, surely.
MARTIN DOUL -- [pulling Mary Doul.] -- Come along now, and don't

mind him at all.
SAINT -- [imperiously, to the People.] -- Let you take that man

and drive him down upon the road. [Some men seize Martin Doul.]
MARTIN DOUL -- [struggling and shouting.] -- Make them leave me

go, holy father! Make them leave me go, I'm saying, and you may
cure her this day, or do anything that you will.

SAINT -- [to People.] -- Let him be. . . . . Let him be if his
sense is come to him at all.

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

it's well I heard the little splash of the water you had there in
the can. Go on now, holy father, for if you're a fine Saint

itself, it's more sense is in a blind man, and more power maybe
than you're thinking at all. Let you walk on now with your worn

feet, and your welted knees, and your fasting, holy ways a thin
pitiful arm. (The Saint looks at him for a moment severely, then

turns away and picks up his can. He pulls Mary Doul up.) For if
it's a right some of you have to be working and sweating the like

of Timmy the smith, and a right some of you have to be fasting
and praying and talking holy talk the like of yourself, I'm

thinking it's a good right ourselves have to be sitting blind,
hearing a soft wind turning round the little leaves of the spring

and feeling the sun, and we not tormenting our souls with the
sight of the gray days, and the holy men, and the dirty feet is

trampling the world.
[He gropes towards his stone with Mary Doul.]

MAT SIMON. It'd be an unluckyfearful thing, I'm thinking, to
have the like of that man living near us at all in the townland

of Grianan. Wouldn't he bring down a curse upon us, holy father,
from the heavens of God?

SAINT -- [tying his girdle.] -- God has great mercy, but great
wrath for them that sin.

THE PEOPLE. Go on now, Martin Doul. Go on from this place. Let
you not be bringing great storms or droughts on us maybe from the

power of the Lord. [Some of them throw things at him.]
MARTIN DOUL -- [turning round defiantly and picking up a stone.]

-- Keep off now, the yelping lot of you, or it's more than one
maybe will get a bloody head on him with the pitch of my stone.

Keep off now, and let you not be afeard; for we're going on the
two of us to the towns of the south, where the people will have

kind voices maybe, and we won't know their bad looks or their
villainy at all. (He takes Mary Doul's hand again.) Come along

now and we'll be walking to the south, for we've seen too much of
everyone in this place, and it's small joy we'd have living near

them, or hearing the lies they do be telling from the gray of
dawn till the night.

MARY DOUL -- [despondingly.] -- That's the truth, surely; and
we'd have a right to be gone, if it's a long way itself, as I've

heard them say, where you do have to be walking with a slough of
wet on the one side and a slough of wet on the other, and you

going a stony path with a north wind blowing behind. [They go
out.]

TIMMY. There's a power of deep rivers with floods in them where
you do have to be lepping the stones and you going to the south,

so I'm thinking the two of them will be drowned together in a
short while, surely.

SAINT. They have chosen their lot, and the Lord have mercy on
their souls. (He rings his bell.) And let the two of you come

up now into the church, Molly Byrne and Timmy the smith, till I
make your marriage and put my blessing on you all.

[He turns to the church; procession forms, and the curtain comes
down, as they go slowly into the church.]

End

• working [´wə:kiŋ] a.工人的；劳动的 (初中英语单词)
• waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
• movement [´mu:vmənt] n.活动；运动；动作 (初中英语单词)
• splash [splæʃ] v.&n.溅水声；涉水而进 (初中英语单词)
• fearful [´fiəfəl] a.可怕的；担心的 (初中英语单词)
• bloody [´blʌdi] a.(流)血的；血腥的 (初中英语单词)
• blessing [´blesiŋ] n.祝福 (初中英语单词)
• procession [prə´seʃən] n.队伍 v.列队行进 (初中英语单词)
• saying [´seiŋ, ´sei-iŋ] n.言语；言论；格言 (高中英语单词)
• severely [si´viəli] ad.剧烈地；严格地 (高中英语单词)
• hearing [´hiəriŋ] n.听力；听证会；审讯 (高中英语单词)
• sinner [´sinə] n.罪人 (英语四级单词)
• unlucky [ʌn´lʌki] a.倒霉的，不幸的 (英语四级单词)