SARAH _puts the ring on his finger._—There’s the ring, holy father, to keep you minding of your oath until the end of time; for my heart’s scalded with your fooling; and it’ll be a long day till I go making talk of marriage or the like of that. MARY _complacently, standing up slowly._—She’s vexed now, your reverence; and let you not mind her at all, for she’s right surely, and it’s little need we ever had of the like of you to get us our bit to eat, and our bit to drink, and our time of love when we were young men and women, and were fine to look at. MICHAEL Hurry on now. He’s a great man to have kept us from fooling our gold; and we’ll have a great time drinking that bit with the trampers on the green of Clash. [_They gather up their things. The priest stands up._ PRIEST _lifting up his hand._—I’ve sworn not to call the hand of man upon your crimes to-day; but I haven’t sworn I wouldn’t call the fire of heaven from the hand of the Almighty God. [_He begins saying a Latin malediction in a loud ecclesiastical voice._ MARY There’s an old villain. ALL _together._—Run, run. Run for your lives. [_They rush out, leaving the Priest master of the situation._ CURTAIN End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Tinker’s Wedding, by J. M. Synge