the well of the saints- 第4部分

fine　as　some　of　them　said；　I　have　my　hair；　and　big　eyes；　and　my

white　skin。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇breaking　out　into　a　passionate　cry。＇　　Your

hair；　and　your　big　eyes；　is　it？　。　。　。　　I'm　telling　you　there

isn't　a　wisp　on　any　gray　mare　on　the　ridge　of　the　world　isn't

finer　than　the　dirty　twist　on　your　head。　　There　isn't　two　eyes　in

any　starving　sow　isn't　finer　than　the　eyes　you　were　calling　blue

like　the　sea。



MARY　DOUL　　＇interrupting　him。＇　　It's　the　devil　cured　you　this

day　with　your　talking　of　sows；　it's　the　devil　cured　you　this　day；

I'm　saying；　and　drove　you　crazy　with　lies。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　Isn't　it　yourself　is　after　playing　lies　on　me；　ten

years；　in　the　day　and　in　the　night；　but　what　is　that　to　you　now

the　Lord　God　has　given　eyes　to　me；　the　way　I　see　you　an　old

wizendy　hag；　was　never　fit　to　rear　a　child　to　me　itself。



MARY　DOUL。　　I　wouldn't　rear　a　crumpled　whelp　the　like　of　you。　

It's　many　a　woman　is　married　with　finer　than　yourself　should　be

praising　God　if　she's　no　child；　and　isn't　loading　the　earth　with

things　would　make　the　heavens　lonesome　above；　and　they　scaring

the　larks；　and　the　crows；　and　the　angels　passing　in　the　sky。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　Go　on　now　to　be　seeking　a　lonesome　place　where　the

earth　can　hide　you　away；　go　on　now；　I'm　saying；　or　you'll　be

having　men　and　women　with　their　knees　bled；　and　they　screaming　to

God　for　a　holy　water　would　darken　their　sight；　for　there's　no　man

but　would　liefer　be　blind　a　hundred　years；　or　a　thousand　itself；

than　to　be　looking　on　your　like。



MARY　DOUL　　＇raising　her　stick。＇　　Maybe　if　I　hit　you　a　strong

blow　you'd　be　blind　again；　and　having　what　you　want。



＇The　Saint　is　seen　in　the　church　door　with　his　head　bent　in

prayer。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇raising　his　stick　and　driving　Mary　Doul　back

towards　left。＇　　Let　you　keep　off　from　me　now　if　you　wouldn't

have　me　strike　out　the　little　handful　of　brains　you　have　about　on

the　road。



＇He　is　going　to　strike　her；　but　Timmy　catches　him　by　the　arm。＇



TIMMY。　　Have　you　no　shame　to　be　making　a　great　row；　and　the　Saint

above　saying　his　prayers？



MARTIN　DOUL。　　What　is　it　I　care　for　the　like　of　him？　　（Struggling

to　free　himself）。　　Let　me　hit　her　one　good　one；　for　the　love　of

the　Almighty　God；　and　I'll　be　quiet　after　till　I　die。



TIMMY　　＇shaking　him。＇　　Will　you　whisht；　I'm　saying。



SAINT　　＇coming　forward；　centre。＇　　Are　their　minds　troubled

with　joy；　or　is　their　sight　uncertain；　the　way　it　does　often　be

the　day　a　person　is　restored？



TIMMY。　　It's　too　certain　their　sight　is；　holy　father；　and　they're

after　making　a　great　fight；　because　they're　a　pair　of　pitiful

shows。



SAINT　　＇coming　between　them。＇　　May　the　Lord　who　has　given　you

sight　send　a　little　sense　into　your　heads；　the　way　it　won't　be　on

your　two　selves　you'll　be　looking　　on　two　pitiful　sinners　of

the　earth　　but　on　the　splendour　of　the　Spirit　of　God；　you'll

see　an　odd　time　shining　out　through　the　big　hills；　and　steep

streams　falling　to　the　sea。　　For　if　it's　on　the　like　of　that　you

do　be　thinking；　you'll　not　be　minding　the　faces　of　men；　but

you'll　be　saying　prayers　and　great　praises；　till　you'll　be　living

the　way　the　great　saints　do　be　living；　with　little　but　old　sacks；

and　skin　covering　their　bones。　　（To　Timmy。）　　Leave　him　go　now；

you're　seeing　he's　quiet　again。　（He　frees　Martin　Doul。）　　And　let

you　（he　turns　to　Mary　Doul）　not　be　raising　your　voice；　a　bad

thing　in　a　woman；　but　let　the　lot　of　you；　who　have　seen　the　power

of　the　Lord；　be　thinking　on　it　in　the　dark　night；　and　be　saying

to　yourselves　it's　great　pity　and　love　He　has　for　the　poor；

starving　people　of　Ireland。　　（He　gathers　his　cloak　about　him。）

And　now　the　Lord　send　blessing　to　you　all；　for　I　am　going　on　to

Annagolan；　where　there　is　a　deaf　woman；　and　to　Laragh；　where

there　are　two　men　without　sense；　and　to　Glenassil；　where　there

are　children　blind　from　their　birth；　and　then　I'm　going　to　sleep

this　night　in　the　bed　of　the　holy　Kevin；　and　to　be　prais…　ing

God；　and　asking　great　blessing　on　you　all。　＇He　bends　his　head。＇



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ACT　II



＇Village　roadside；　on　left　the　door　of　a　forge；　with　broken

wheels；　etc。；　lying　about。　　A　well　near　centre；　with　board　above

it；　and　room　to　pass　behind　it。　　Martin　Doul　is　sitting　near

forge；　cutting　sticks。＇



TIMMY　　＇heard　hammering　inside　forge；　then　calls。＇　　Let　you

make　haste　out　there。　。　。　。　　I'll　be　putting　up　new　fires　at　the

turn　of　day；　and　you　haven't　the　half　of　them　cut　yet。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇gloomily。＇　　It's　destroyed　I'll　be　whacking

your　old　thorns　till　the　turn　of　day；　and　I　with　no　food　in　my

stomach　would　keep　the　life　in　a　pig。　　（He　turns　towards　the

door。）　　Let　you　come　out　here　and　cut　them　yourself　if　you　want

them　cut；　for　there's　an　hour　every　day　when　a　man　has　a　right　to

his　rest。



TIMMY　　＇coming　out；　with　a　hammer；　impatiently。＇　　Do　you　want

me　to　be　driving　you　off　again　to　be　walking　the　roads？　　There

you　are　now；　and　I　giving　you　your　food；　and　a　corner　to　sleep；

and　money　with　it；　and；　to　hear　the　talk　of　you；　you'd　think　I

was　after　beating　you；　or　stealing　your　gold。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　You'd　do　it　handy；　maybe；　if　I'd　gold　to　steal。



TIMMY　　＇throws　down　hammer；　picks　up　some　of　the　sticks　already

cut；　and　throws　them　into　door。）　　There's　no　fear　of　your　having

gold　　a　lazy；　basking　fool　the　like　of　you。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　No　fear；　maybe；　and　I　here　with　yourself；　for　it's

more　I　got　a　while　since　and　I　sitting　blinded　in　Grianan；　than　I

get　in　this　place　working　hard；　and　destroying　myself；　the　length

of　the　day。



TIMMY　　＇stopping　with　amazement。＇　　Working　hard？　　（He　goes

over　to　him。）　　I'll　teach　you　to　work　hard；　Martin　Doul。　　Strip

off　your　coat　now；　and　put　a　tuck　in　your　sleeves；　and　cut　the

lot　of　them；　while　I'd　rake　the　ashes　from　the　forge；　or　I'll　not

put　up　with　you　another　hour　itself。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇horrified。＇　　Would　you　have　me　getting　my　death

sitting　out　in　the　black　wintry　air　with　no　coat　on　me　at　all？



TIMMY　　＇with　authority。＇　　Strip　it　off　now；　or　walk　down　upon

the　road。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇bitterly。＇　　Oh；　God　help　me！　　（He　begins　taking

off　his　coat。）　I've　heard　tell　you　stripped　the　sheet　from　your

wife　and　you　putting　her　down　into　the　grave；　and　that　there

isn't　the　like　of　you　for　plucking　your　living　ducks；　the　short

days；　and　leaving　them　running　round　in　their　skins；　in　the　great

rains　and　the　cold。　　（He　tucks　up　his　sleeves。）　　Ah；　I've　heard　a

power　of　queer　things　of　yourself；　and　there　isn't　one　of　them

I'll　not　believe　from　this　day；　and　be　telling　to　the　boys。



TIMMY　　＇pulling　over　a　big　stick。＇　　Let　you　cut　that　now；　and

give　me　rest　from　your　talk；　for　I'm　not　heeding　you　at　all。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇taking　stick。＇　　That's　a　hard；　terrible　stick；

Timmy；　and　isn't　it　a　poor　thing　to　be　cutting　strong　timber　the

like　of　that；　when　it's　cold　the　bark　is；　and　slippy　with　the

frost　of　the　air？



TIMMY　　＇gathering　up　another　armful　of　sticks。＇　　What　way

wouldn't　it　be　cold；　and　it　freezing　since　the　moon　was　changed？

＇He　goes　into　forge。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇querulously；　as　he　cuts　slowly。＇　　What　way；

indeed；　Timmy？　　For　it's　a　raw；　beastly　day　we　do　have　each　day；

till　I　do　be　thinking　it's　well　for　the　blind　don't　be　seeing

them　gray　clouds　driving　on　the　hill；　and　don't　be　looking　on

people　with　their　noses　red；　the　like　of　your　nose；　and　their

eyes　weeping　and　watering；　the　like　of　your　eyes；　God　help　you；

Timmy　the　smith。



TIMMY　　＇seen　blinking　in　doorway。＇　　Is　it　turning　now　you　are

against　your　sight？



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇very　miserably。＇　　It's　a　hard　thing　for　a　man

to　have　his　sight；　and　he　living　near　to　the　like　of　you　（he　cuts

a　stick　and　throws　it　away）；　or　wed　with　a　wife　（cuts　a　stick）；

and　I　do　be　thinking　it　should　be　a　hard　thing　for　the　Almighty

God　to　be　looking　on　the　world；　bad　days；　and　on　men　the　like　of

yourself　walking　around　on　it；　and　they　slipping　each　way　in　the

muck。



TIMMY　　＇with　pot…hooks　which　he　taps　on　anvil。＇　　You'd　have　a

right　to　be　minding；　Martin　Doul；　for　it's　a　power　the　Saint

cured　lose　their　sight　after　a　while。　　Mary　Doul's　dimming　again；

I've　heard　them　say；　and　I'm　thinking　the　Lord；　if　he　hears　you

making　that　talk；　will　have　little　pity　left　for　you　at　all。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　There's　not　a　bit　of　fear　of　me　losing　my　sight；

and　if　it's　a　dark　day　itself　it's　too　well　I　see　every　wicked

wrinkle　you　have　round　by　your　eye。



TIMMY　　＇looking　at　him　sharply。＇　　The　day's　not　dark　since

the　clouds　broke　in　the　east。



MARTIN　DOUL。　　Let　you　not　be　tormenting　yourself　trying　to　make

me　afeard。　You　told　me　a　power　of　bad　lies　the　time　I　was　blind；

and　it's　right　now　for　you　to　stop；　and　be　taking　your　rest　（Mary

Doul　comes　in　unnoticed　on　right　with　a　sack　filled　with　green

stuff　on　her　arm）；　for　it's　little　ease　or　quiet　any　person　would

get　if　the　big　fools　of　Ireland　weren't　weary　at　times。　（He　looks

up　and　sees　Mary　Doul。）　　Oh；　glory　be　to　God；　she's　coming　again。



＇He　begins　to　work　busily　with　his　back　to　her。＇



TIMMY　　＇amused；　to　Mary　Doul；　as　she　is　going　by　without

looking　at　them。＇　　Look　on　him　now；　Mary　Doul。　　You'd　be　a

great　one　for　keeping　him　steady　at　his　work；　for　he's　after

idling　and　blathering　to　this　hour　from　the　dawn　of　day。



MARY　DOUL　　＇stiffly。＇　　Of　what　is　it　you're　speaking；　Timmy

the　smith？



TIMMY　　＇laughing。＇　　Of　himself；　surely。　Look　on　him　there；

and　he　with　the　shirt　on　him　ripping　from　his　back。　　You'd　have　a

right　to　come　round　this　night；　I'm　thinking；　and　put　a　stitch

into　his　clothes；　for　it's　long　enough　you　are　not　speaking　one

to　the　other。



MARY　DOUL。　　Let　the　two　of　you　not　torment　me　at　all。



＇She　goes　out　left；　with　her　head　in　the　air。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇stops　work　and　looks　after　her。＇　　Well；　isn't

it　a　queer　thing　she　can't　keep　herself　two　days　without　looking

on　my　face？



TIMMY　　＇jeerin