MARTIN DOUL. _pushes him away roughly, and stands with his left hand on Mary Doul’s shoulder._ — Keep off yourself, holy father, and let you not be taking my rest from me in the darkness of my wife.... What call has the like of you to be coming between married people — that you’re not understanding at all — and be making a great mess with the holy water you have, and the length of your prayers? Go on now, I’m saying, and leave us here on the road. SAINT. If it was a seeing man I heard talking to me the like of that I’d put a black curse on him would weigh down his soul till it’d be falling to hell; but you’re a poor blind sinner, God forgive you, and I don’t mind you at all. (_He raises his can._) Go aside now till I give the blessing to your wife, and if you won’t go with your own will, there are those standing by will make you, surely. MARTIN DOUL. _pulling Mary Doul._ — Come along now, and don’t mind him at all. SAINT. _imperiously, to the People._ — Let you take that man and drive him down upon the road. [_Some men seize Martin Doul._] MARTIN DOUL. _struggling and shouting._ — Make them leave me go, holy father! Make them leave me go, I’m saying, and you may cure her this day, or do anything that you will. SAINT. _to People._ — Let him be..... Let him be if his sense is come to him at all. MARTIN DOUL. _shakes himself loose, feels for Mary Doul, sinking his voice to a plausible whine._ — You may cure herself, surely, holy father; I wouldn’t stop you at all — and it’s great joy she’ll have looking on your face — but let you cure myself along with her, the way I’ll see when it’s lies she’s telling, and be looking out day and night upon the holy men of God. [_He kneels down a little before Mary Doul._] SAINT. _speaking half to the People._ — Men who are dark a long while and thinking over queer thoughts in their heads, aren’t the like of simple men, who do be working every day, and praying, and living like ourselves; so if he has found a right mind at the last minute itself, I’ll cure him, if the Lord will, and not be thinking of the hard, foolish words he’s after saying this day to us all. MARTIN DOUL. _listening eagerly._ — I’m waiting now, holy father. SAINT. _with can in his hand, close to Martin Doul._ — With the power of the water from the grave of the four beauties of God, with the power of this water, I’m saying, that I put upon your eyes——. [_He raises can._]