MARTIN DOUL. It’s yourself is speaking madness, Mary Doul; haven’t you heard the Saint say it’s the wicked do be blind? MARY DOUL. If it is you’d have a right to speak a big, terrible word would make the water not cure us at all. MARTIN DOUL. What way would I find a big, terrible word, and I shook with the fear; and if I did itself, who’d know rightly if it’s good words or bad would save us this day from himself? MARY DOUL. They’re coming. I hear their feet on the stones. [_The Saint comes in on right, with Timmy and Molly Byrne in holiday clothes, the others as before._] TIMMY. I’ve heard tell Martin Doul and Mary Doul were seen this day about on the road, holy father, and we were thinking you’d have pity on them and cure them again. SAINT. I would, maybe, but where are they at all? I have little time left when I have the two of you wed in the church. MAT SIMON. _at their seat._ — There are the rushes they do have lying round on the stones. It’s not far off they’ll be, surely. MOLLY BYRNE. _pointing with astonishment._ — Look beyond, Timmy. [_They all look over and see Martin Doul._] TIMMY. Well, Martin’s a lazy fellow to be lying in there at the height of the day. (_He goes over shouting._) Let you get up out of that. You were near losing a great chance by your sleepiness this day, Martin Doul.... The two of them’s in it, God help us all! MARTIN DOUL. _scrambling up with Mary Doul._ — What is it you want, Timmy, that you can’t leave us in peace? TIMMY. The Saint’s come to marry the two of us, and I’m after speaking a word for yourselves, the way he’ll be curing you now; for if you’re a foolish man itself, I do be pitying you, for I’ve a kind heart, when I think of you sitting dark again, and you after seeing a while and working for your bread. [_Martin Doul takes Mary Doul’s hand and tries to grope his way off right; he has lost his hat, and they are both covered with dust and grass seeds._] PEOPLE. You’re going wrong. It’s this way, Martin Doul. [_They push him over in front of the Saint, near centre. Martin Doul and Mary Doul stand with piteous hang-dog dejection._] SAINT. Let you not be afeard, for there’s great pity with the Lord. MARTIN DOUL. We aren’t afeard, holy father. SAINT. It’s many a time those that are cured with the well of the four beauties of God lose their sight when a time is gone, but those I cure a second time go on seeing till the hour of death. (_He takes the cover from his can._) I’ve a few drops only left of the water, but, with the help of God, It’ll be enough for the two of you, and let you kneel down now upon the road. _Martin Doul wheels round with Mary Doul and tries to get away._ SAINT. You can kneel down here, I’m saying, we’ll not trouble this time going to the church. TIMMY. _turning Martin Doul round, angrily._ — Are you going mad in your head, Martin Doul? It’s here you’re to kneel. Did you not hear his reverence, and he speaking to you now?