No, but put it out of your mind. There is no man doing business that can keep two things in his head. A Sunday or a holy-day, now, you might go see a good hurling or a thing of the kind, but to be spreading out your mind on anything outside of the workshop on common days, all coachbuilding would come to an end. MARTIN. I don’t think it is building I want to do. I don’t think that is what was in the command. THOMAS. It is too late to be saying that, the time you have put the most of your fortune in the business. Set yourself now to finish your job, and when it is ended maybe I won’t begrudge you going with the coach as far as Dublin. ANDREW. That is it, that will satisfy him. I had a great desire myself, and I young, to go travelling the roads as far as Dublin. The roads are the great things, they never come to an end. They are the same as the serpent having his tail swallowed in his own mouth. MARTIN. It was not wandering I was called to. What was it? what was it? THOMAS. What you are called to, and what everyone having no great estate is called to, is to work. Sure the world itself could not go on without work. MARTIN. I wonder if that is the great thing, to make the world go on? No, I don’t think that is the great thing—what does the Munster poet call it?—‘this crowded slippery coach-loving world.’ I don’t think I was told to work for that. ANDREW. I often thought that myself. It is a pity the stock of the Hearnes to be asked to do any work at all. THOMAS. Rouse yourself, Martin, and don’t be talking the way a fool talks. You started making that golden coach, and you were set upon it, and you had me tormented about it. You have yourself wore out working at it, and planning it, and thinking of it, and at the end of the race, when you have the winning-post in sight, and horses hired for to bring it to Dublin Castle, you go falling into sleeps and blathering about dreams, and we run to a great danger of letting the profit and the sale go by. Sit down on the bench now, and lay your hands to the work. MARTIN [_sitting down_]. I will try. I wonder why I ever wanted to make it; it was no good dream set me doing that. [_He takes up wheel._] What is there in a wooden wheel to take pleasure in it? Gilding it outside makes it no different. THOMAS. That is right, now. You had some good plan for making the axle run smooth. MARTIN. [_Letting wheel fall and putting his hands to his head._] It is no use. [_Angrily._] Why did you send the priest to awake me? My soul is my own and my mind is my own. I will send them to where I like. You have no authority over my thoughts. THOMAS. That is no way to be speaking to me. I am head of this business. Nephew, or no nephew, I will have no one come cold or unwilling to the work. MARTIN. I had better go; I am of no use to you. I am going—I must be alone—I will forget if I am not alone. Give me what is left of my money and I will go out of this. THOMAS.