From The Well of the Saints: A Comedy in Three Acts by J. M. (John Millington) Synge

(coming between them.) — May the Lord who has given you sight send a little sense into your heads, the way it won’t be on your two selves you’ll be looking — on two pitiful sinners of the earth — but on the splendour of the Spirit of God, you’ll see an odd time shining out through the big hills, and steep streams falling to the sea. For if it’s on the like of that you do be thinking, you’ll not be minding the faces of men, but you’ll be saying prayers and great praises, till you’ll be living the way the great saints do be living, with little but old sacks, and skin covering their bones. ((To Timmy.)) Leave him go now, you’re seeing he’s quiet again. ((He frees Martin Doul.)) And let you (he turns to Mary Doul) not be raising your voice, a bad thing in a woman; but let the lot of you, who have seen the power of the Lord, be thinking on it in the dark night, and be saying to yourselves it’s great pity and love He has for the poor, starving people of Ireland. ((He gathers his cloak about him.)) And now the Lord send blessing to you all, for I am going on to Annagolan, where there is a deaf woman, and to Laragh, where there are two men without sense, and to Glenassil, where there are children blind from their birth; and then I’m going to sleep this night in the bed of the holy Kevin, and to be praising God, and asking great blessing on you all. (He bends his head.) CURTAIN ACT II (Village roadside, on left the door of a forge, with broken wheels, etc., lying about. A well near centre, with board above it, and room to pass behind it. Martin Doul is sitting near forge, cutting sticks.)

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