Part 3

MAURYA. How would the like of her get a good price for a pig?

BARTLEY. To Cathleen.—If the west wind holds with the last bit of the moon let you and Nora get up weed enough for another cock for the kelp. It’s hard set we’ll be from this day with no one in it but one man to work.

MAURYA. It’s hard set we’ll be surely the day you’re drownd’d with the rest. What way will I live and the girls with me, and I an old woman looking for the grave?

BARTLEY. To Nora.—Is she coming to the pier?

NORA. Looking out.—She’s passing the green head and letting fall her sails.

BARTLEY. Getting his purse and tobacco.—I’ll have half an hour to go down, and you’ll see me coming again in two days, or in three days, or maybe in four days if the wind is bad.

MAURYA. Turning round to the fire, and putting her shawl over her head.—Isn’t it a hard and cruel man won’t hear a word from an old woman, and she holding him from the sea?

CATHLEEN. It’s the life of a young man to be going on the sea, and who would listen to an old woman with one thing and she saying it over?

BARTLEY. Taking the halter.—I must go now quickly. I’ll ride down on the red mare, and the gray pony’ll run behind me. . . The blessing of God on you.

MAURYA. Crying out as he is in the door.—He’s gone now, God spare us, and we’ll not see him again. He’s gone now, and when the black night is falling I’ll have no son left me in the world.

CATHLEEN. Why wouldn’t you give him your blessing and he looking round in the door? Isn’t it sorrow enough is on every one in this house without your sending him out with an unlucky word behind him, and a hard word in his ear?

NORA. Turning towards her.—You’re taking away the turf from the cake.

CATHLEEN. Crying out.—The Son of God forgive us, Nora, we’re after forgetting his bit of bread.

NORA. And it’s destroyed he’ll be going till dark night, and he after eating nothing since the sun went up.

CATHLEEN. Turning the cake out of the oven.—It’s destroyed he’ll be, surely. There’s no sense left on any person in a house where an old woman will be talking for ever.

CATHLEEN. Cutting off some of the bread and rolling it in a cloth; to Maurya.—Let you go down now to the spring well and give him this and he passing. You’ll see him then and the dark word will be broken, and you can say “God speed you,” the way he’ll be easy in his mind.

MAURYA. Taking the bread.—Will I be in it as soon as himself?

CATHLEEN. If you go now quickly.

MAURYA. Standing up unsteadily.—It’s hard set I am to walk.

CATHLEEN. Looking at her anxiously.—Give her the stick, Nora, or maybe she’ll slip on the big stones.

NORA. What stick?

CATHLEEN. The stick Michael brought from Connemara.

MAURYA. Taking a stick Nora gives her.—In the big world the old people do be leaving things after them for their sons and children, but in this place it is the young men do be leaving things behind for them that do be old.

CATHLEEN. Wait, Nora, maybe she’d turn back quickly. She’s that sorry, God help her, you wouldn’t know the thing she’d do.

NORA. Is she gone round by the bush?

CATHLEEN. Looking out.—She’s gone now. Throw it down quickly, for the Lord knows when she’ll be out of it again.

NORA. Getting the bundle from the loft.—The young priest said he’d be passing to-morrow, and we might go down and speak to him below if it’s Michael’s they are surely.

CATHLEEN. Taking the bundle.—Did he say what way they were found?