the well of the saints- 第6部分

looking　out　a　long　while　on　the　bad　days　of　the　world；　for　what

way　would　the　like　of　him　have　fit　eyes　to　look　on　yourself；　when

you　rise　up　in　the　morning　and　come　out　of　the　little　door　you

have　above　in　the　lane；　the　time　it'd　be　a　fine　thing　if　a　man

would　be　seeing；　and　losing　his　sight；　the　way　he'd　have　your　two

eyes　facing　him；　and　he　going　the　roads；　and　shining　above　him；

and　he　looking　in　the　sky；　and　springing　up　from　the　earth；　the

time　he'd　lower　his　head；　in　place　of　the　muck　that　seeing　men　do

meet　all　roads　spread　on　the　world。



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇who　has　listened　half　mesmerized；　starting　away。＇

　It's　the　like　of　that　talk　you'd　hear　from　a　man　would　be

losing　his　mind。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇going　after　her；　passing　to　her　right。＇　　It'd

be　little　wonder　if　a　man　near　the　like　of　you　would　be　losing

his　mind。　　Put　down　your　can　now；　and　come　along　with　myself；　for

I'm　seeing　you　this　day；　seeing　you；　maybe；　the　way　no　man　has

seen　you　in　the　world。　　（He　takes　her　by　the　arm　and　tries　to

pull　her　away　softly　to　the　right。）　　Let　you　come　on　now；　I'm

saying；　to　the　lands　of　Iveragh　and　the　Reeks　of　Cork；　where　you

won't　set　down　the　width　of　your　two　feet　and　not　be　crushing

fine　flowers；　and　making　sweet　smells　in　the　air。



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇laying　down　the　can；　trying　to　free　herself。＇　

Leave　me　go；　Martin　Doul！　　Leave　me　go；　I'm　saying！



MARTIN　DOUL。　　Let　you　not　be　fooling。　　Come　along　now　the　little

path　through　the　trees。



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇crying　out　towards　forge。＇　　Timmy　the　smith。

（Timmy　comes　out　of　forge；　and　Martin　Doul　lets　her　go。　　Molly

Byrne；　excited　and　breathless；　pointing　to　Martin　Doul。）　　Did

ever　you　hear　that　them　that　loses　their　sight　loses　their　senses

along　with　it；　Timmy　the　smith！



TIMMY　　＇suspicious；　but　uncertain。＇　　He's　no　sense；　surely；

and　he'll　be　having　himself　driven　off　this　day　from　where　he's

good　sleeping；　and　feeding；　and　wages　for　his　work。



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇as　before。＇　　He's　a　bigger　fool　than　that；

Timmy。　　Look　on　him　now；　and　tell　me　if　that　isn't　a　grand　fellow

to　think　he's　only　to　open　his　mouth　to　have　a　fine　woman；　the

like　of　me；　running　along　by　his　heels。



＇Martin　Doul　recoils　towards　centre；　with　his　hand　to　his　eyes；

Mary　Doul　is　seen　on　left　coming　forward　softly。＇



TIMMY　　＇with　blank　amazement。＇　　Oh；　the　blind　is　wicked

people；　and　it's　no　lie。　But　he'll　walk　off　this　day　and　not　be

troubling　us　more。



＇Turns　back　left　and　picks　up　Martin　Doul's　coat　and　stick；　some

things　fall　out　of　coat　pocket；　which　he　gathers　up　again。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇turns　around；　sees　Mary　Doul；　whispers　to　Molly

Byrne　with　imploring　agony。＇　　Let　you　not　put　shame　on　me；

Molly；　before　herself　and　the　smith。　　Let　you　not　put　shame　on　me

and　I　after　saying　fine　words　to　you；　and　dreaming　。　。　。　dreams　。

。　。　。　in　the　night。　　（He　hesitates；　and　looks　round　the　sky。）　　Is

it　a　storm　of　thunder　is　coming；　or　the　last　end　of　the　world？　

（He　staggers　towards　Mary　Doul；　tripping　slightly　over　tin　can。）　

The　heavens　is　closing；　I'm　thinking；　with　darkness　and　great

trouble　passing　in　the　sky。　　（He　reaches　Mary　Doul；　and　seizes

her　left　arm　with　both　his　hands　　with　a　frantic　cry。）　　Is　it

darkness　of　thunder　is　coming；　Mary　Doul！　　Do　you　see　me　clearly

with　your　eyes？



MARY　DOUL　　＇snatches　her　arm　away；　and　hits　him　with　empty　sack

across　the　face。＇　　I　see　you　a　sight　too　clearly；　and　let　you

keep　off　from　me　now。



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇clapping　her　hands。＇　　That's　right；　Mary。　

That's　the　way　to　treat　the　like　of　him　is　after　standing　there

at　my　feet　and　asking　me　to　go　off　with　him；　till　I'd　grow　an　old

wretched　road…woman　the　like　of　yourself。



MARY　DOUL　　＇defiantly。＇　　When　the　skin　shrinks　on　your　chin；

Molly　Byrne；　there　won't　be　the　like　of　you　for　a　shrunk　hag　in

the　four　quarters　of　Ireland。　。　。　。　　It's　a　fine　pair　you'd　be；

surely！



＇Martin　Doul　is　standing　at　back　right　centre；　with　his　back　to

the　audience。＇



TIMMY　　＇coming　over　to　Mary　Doul。＇　　Is　it　no　shame　you　have

to　let　on　she'd　ever　be　the　like　of　you？



MARY　DOUL。　　It's　them　that's　fat　and　flabby　do　be　wrinkled　young；

and　that　whitish　yellowy　hair　she　has　does　be　soon　turning　the

like　of　a　handful　of　thin　grass　you'd　see　rotting；　where　the　wet

lies；　at　the　north　of　a　sty。　（Turning　to　go　out　on　right。）　　Ah；

it's　a　better　thing　to　have　a　simple；　seemly　face；　the　like　of　my

face；　for　two…score　years；　or　fifty　itself；　than　to　be　setting

fools　mad　a　short　while；　and　then　to　be　turning　a　thing　would

drive　off　the　little　children　from　your　feet。



＇She　goes　out；　Martin　Doul　has　come　forward　again；　mastering

himself；　but　uncertain。＇



TIMMY。　　Oh；　God　protect　us；　Molly；　from　the　words　of　the　blind。　

（He　throws　down　Martin　Doul's　coat　and　stick。）　　There's　your　old

rubbish　now；　Martin　Doul；　and　let　you　take　it　up；　for　it's　all

you　have；　and　walk　off　through　the　world；　for　if　ever　I　meet　you

coming　again；　if　it's　seeing　or　blind　you　are　itself；　I'll　bring

out　the　big　hammer　and　hit　you　a　welt　with　it　will　leave　you　easy

till　the　judgment　day。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇rousing　himself　with　an　effort。＇　　What　call

have　you　to　talk　the　like　of　that　with　myself？



TIMMY　　＇pointing　to　Molly　Byrne。＇　　It's　well　you　know　what

call　I　have。　　It's　well　you　know　a　decent　girl；　I'm　thinking　to

wed；　has　no　right　to　have　her　heart　scalded　with　hearing　talk　

and　queer；　bad　talk；　I'm　thinking　　from　a　raggy…looking　fool

the　like　of　you。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇raising　his　voice。＇　　It's　making　game　of　you

she　is；　for　what　seeing　girl　would　marry　with　yourself？　　Look　on

him；　Molly；　look　on　him；　I'm　saying；　for　I'm　seeing　him　still；

and　let　you　raise　your　voice；　for　the　time　is　come；　and　bid　him

go　up　into　his　forge；　and　be　sitting　there　by　himself；　sneezing

and　sweating；　and　he　beating　pot…hooks　till　the　judgment　day。　＇He

seizes　her　arm　again。＇



MOLLY　BYRNE。　　Keep　him　off　from　me；　Timmy！



TIMMY　　＇pushing　Martin　Doul　aside。＇　　Would　you　have　me　strike

you；　Martin　Doul？　Go　along　now　after　your　wife；　who's　a　fit　match

for　you；　and　leave　Molly　with　myself。



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇despairingly。＇　　Won't　you　raise　your　voice；

Molly；　and　lay　hell's　long　curse　on　his　tongue？



MOLLY　BYRNE　　＇on　Timmy's　left。＇　　I'll　be　telling　him　it's

destroyed　I　am　with　the　sight　of　you　and　the　sound　of　your　voice。　

Go　off　now　after　your　wife；　and　if　she　beats　you　again；　let　you

go　after　the　tinker　girls　is　above　running　the　hills；　or　down

among　the　sluts　of　the　town；　and　you'll　learn　one　day；　maybe；　the

way　a　man　should　speak　with　a　well…reared；　civil　girl　the　like　of

me。　　（She　takes　Timmy　by　the　arm。）　　Come　up　now　into　the　forge

till　he'll　be　gone　down　a　bit　on　the　road；　for　it's　near　afeard　I

am　of　the　wild　look　he　has　come　in　his　eyes。



＇She　goes　into　the　forge。　　Timmy　stops　in　the　doorway。＇



TIMMY。　　Let　me　not　find　you　out　here　again；　Martin　Doul。　　（He

bares　his　arm。）　It's　well　you　know　Timmy　the　smith　has　great

strength　in　his　arm；　and　it's　a　power　of　things　it　has　broken　a

sight　harder　than　the　old　bone　of　your　skull。



＇He　goes　into　the　forge　and　pulls　the　door　after　him。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇stands　a　moment　with　his　hand　to　his　eyes。＇　

And　that's　the　last　thing　I'm　to　set　my　sight　on　in　the　life　of

the　world　　the　villainy　of　a　woman　and　the　bloody　strength　of　a

man。　　Oh；　God；　pity　a　poor；　blind　fellow；　the　way　I　am　this　day

with　no　strength　in　me　to　do　hurt　to　them　at　all。　（He　begins

groping　about　for　a　moment；　then　stops。）　　Yet　if　I've　no　strength

in　me　I've　a　voice　left　for　my　prayers；　and　may　God　blight　them

this　day；　and　my　own　soul　the　same　hour　with　them；　the　way　I'll

see　them　after；　Molly　Byrne　and　Timmy　the　smith；　the　two　of　them

on　a　high　bed；　and　they　screeching　in　hell。　。　。　。　　It'll　be　a

grand　thing　that　time　to　look　on　the　two　of　them；　and　they

twisting　and　roaring　out；　and　twisting　and　roaring　again；　one　day

and　the　next　day；　and　each　day　always　and　ever。　　It's　not　blind

I'll　be　that　time；　and　it　won't　be　hell　to　me；　I'm　thinking；　but

the　like　of　heaven　itself；　and　it's　fine　care　I'll　be　taking　the

Lord　Almighty　doesn't　know。　＇He　turns　to　grope　out。＇



CURTAIN







　ACT　III



＇The　same　Scene　as　in　first　Act；　but　gap　in　centre　has　been

filled　with　briars；　or　branches　of　some　sort。　　Mary　Doul；　blind

again；　gropes　her　way　in　on　left；　and　sits　as　before。　　She　has　a

few　rushes　with　her。　　It　is　an　early　spring　day。



MARY　DOUL　　＇mournfully。＇　　Ah；　God　help　me　。　。　。　God　help　me；

the　blackness　wasn't　so　black　at　all　the　other　time　as　it　is　this

time；　and　it's　destroyed　I'll　be　now；　and　hard　set　to　get　my

living　working　alone；　when　it's　few　are　passing　and　the　winds　are

cold。　（She　begins　shredding　rushes。）　　I'm　thinking　short　days

will　be　long　days　to　me　from　this　time；　and　I　sitting　here；　not

seeing　a　blink；　or　hearing　a　word；　and　no　thought　in　my　mind　but

long　prayers　that　Martin　Doul'll　get　his　reward　in　a　short　while

for　the　villainy　of　his　heart。　　It's　great　jokes　the　people'll　be

making　now；　I'm　thinking；　and　they　pass　me　by；　pointing　their

fingers　maybe；　and　asking　what　place　is　himself；　the　way　it's　no

quiet　or　decency　I'll　have　from　this　day　till　I'm　an　old　woman

with　long　white　hair　and　it　twisting　from　my　brow。　　（She　fumbles

with　her　hair；　and　then　seems　to　hear　something。　　Listens　for　a

moment。）　　There's　a　queer；　slouching　step　coming　on　the　road。　。　。

。　　God　help　me；　he's　coming　surely。



＇She　stays　perfectly　quiet。　　Martin　Doul　gropes　in　on　right；

blind　also。＇



MARTIN　DOUL　　＇gloomily。＇　　The　devil　mend　Mary　Doul　for

putting　lies　on　me；　and　letting　on　she　was　grand。　　The　devil　mend

the　old　Saint　for　letting　me　see　it　was　lies。　　（He　sits　down　near

her。）　　The　devil　mend　Timmy　the　smith　for　killing　me　with　hard

work；　and　keeping　me　with　an　empty；　windy　stomach　in　me；　in　the

day　and　in　the　night。　　Ten　thousand　devils　mend　the　soul　of　Molly

Byrne