Mary Doul. If you werent a big fool you wouldnt heed them this hour, Martin Doul, for theyre a bad lot those that have their sight, and they do have great joy, the time they do be seeing a grand thing, to let on they dont see it at all, and to be telling fools lies, the like of what Molly Byrne was telling to yourself.
Martin Doul. If its lies she does be telling shes a sweet, beautiful voice youd never tire to be hearing, if it was only the pig shed be calling, or crying out in the long grass, maybe, after her hens. (Speaking pensively.) It should be a fine, soft, rounded woman, Im thinking, would have a voice the like of that.
Mary Doul (sharply again, scandalized). Let you not be minding if its flat or rounded she is; for shes a flighty, foolish woman youll hear when youre off a long way, and she making a great noise and laughing at the well.
Martin Doul. Isnt laughing a nice thing the time a womans young?
Mary Doul (bitterly). A nice thing is it? A nice thing to hear a woman making a loud braying laugh the like of that? Ah, shes a great one for drawing the men, and youll hear Timmy himself, the time he does be sitting in his forge, getting mighty fussy if shell come walking from Grianan, the way youll hear his breath going, and he wringing his hands.
Martin Doul (slightly piqued). Ive heard him say a power of times its nothing at all she is when you see her at the side of you, and yet I never heard any mans breath getting uneasy the time hed be looking on yourself.
Mary Doul. Im not the like of the girls do be running round on the roads, swinging their legs, and they with their necks out looking on the men. Ah, theres a power of villainy walking the world, Martin Doul, among them that do be gadding around, with their gaping eyes, and their sweet words, and they with no sense in them at all.
Martin Doul (sadly). Its the truth, maybe, and yet Im told its a grand thing to see a young girl walking the road.
Mary Doul. Youd be as bad as the rest of them if you had your sight, and I did well, surely, not to marry a seeing manits scores would have had me and welcomefor the seeing is a queer lot, and youd never know the thing theyd do.
A moments pause.
Martin Doul (listening). Theres some one coming on the road.
Mary Doul. Let you put the pith away out of their sight, or theyll be picking it out with the spying eyes they have, and saying its rich we are, and not sparing us a thing at all.
They bundle away the rushes. Timmy the smith comes in on left.
Martin Doul (with a begging voice). Leave a bit of silver for blind Martin, your honour. Leave a bit of silver, or a penny copper itself, and well be praying the Lord to bless you and you going the way.
Timmy (stopping before them). And you letting on a while back you knew my step!
He sits down.
Martin (with his natural voice). I know it when Molly Byrnes walking in front, or when shes two perches, maybe, lagging behind; but its few times Ive heard you walking up the like of that, as if youd met a thing wasnt right and you coming on the road.
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