It is a hard service they take that help me. Many that are red-cheeked now will be pale-cheeked; many that have been free to walk the hills and the bogs and the rushes, will be sent to walk hard streets in far countries; many a good plan will be broken; many that have gathered money will not stay to spend it; many a child will be born and there will be no father at its christening to give it a name. They that had red cheeks will have pale cheeks for my sake; and for all that, they will think they are well paid. [_She goes out; her voice is heard outside singing._ They shall be remembered for ever, They shall be alive for ever, They shall be speaking for ever, The people shall hear them for ever. BRIDGET [_to PETER_]. Look at him, Peter; he has the look of a man that has got the touch. [_Raising her voice._] Look here, Michael, at the wedding clothes. Such grand clothes as these are! You have a right to fit them on now, it would be a pity to-morrow if they did not fit. The boys would be laughing at you. Take them, Michael, and go into the room and fit them on. [_She puts them on his arm._ MICHAEL. What wedding are you talking of? What clothes will I be wearing to-morrow? BRIDGET. These are the clothes you are going to wear when you marry Delia Cahel to-morrow. MICHAEL. I had forgotten that. [_He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside._ PETER. There is the shouting come to our own door. What is it has happened? [Neighbours_ come crowding in, PATRICK and DELIA with them._ PATRICK. There are ships in the Bay; the French are landing at Killala! [_PETER takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off and stands up. The clothes slip from MICHAEL’S arm._ DELIA. Michael! [_He takes no notice._] Michael! [_He turns towards her._] Why do you look at me like a stranger? [_She drops his arm. BRIDGET goes over towards her._ PATRICK. The boys are all hurrying down the hill-sides to join the French. DELIA. Michael won’t be going to join the French. BRIDGET [_to PETER_]. Tell him not to go, Peter. PETER. It’s no use. He doesn’t hear a word we’re saying. BRIDGET. Try and coax him over to the fire. DELIA. Michael, Michael! You won’t leave me! You won’t join the French, and we going to be married! [_She puts her arms about him, he turns towards her as if about to yield._ OLD WOMAN’S _voice outside_. They shall be speaking for ever, The people shall hear them for ever. [_MICHAEL breaks away from DELIA, stands for a second at the door, then rushes out, following the OLD WOMAN’S voice. BRIDGET takes DELIA, who is crying silently, into her arms._ PETER. [_To PATRICK, laying a hand on his arm._] Did you see an old woman going down the path? PATRICK. I did not, but I saw a young girl, and she had the walk of a queen. THE GOLDEN HELMET _PERSONS IN THE PLAY_