u have above in the lane, the time it'd be a fine
thing if a man would be seeing, and losing his sight, the way he'd have
your two eyes facing him, and he going the roads, and shining above him,
and he looking in the sky, and springing up from the earth, the time
he'd lower his head, in place of the muck that seeing men do meet all
roads spread on the world.

MOLLY BYRNE -- [who has listened half mesmerized, starting away.] --
It's the like of that talk you'd hear from a man would be losing his
mind.

MARTIN DOUL -- [going after her, passing to her right.] -- It'd be
little wonder if a man near the like of you would be losing his mind.
Put down your can now, and come along with myself, for I'm seeing you
this day, seeing you, maybe, the way no man has seen you in the world.
(He takes her by the arm and tries to pull her away softly to the
right.) Let you come on now, I'm saying, to the lands of Iveragh and the
Reeks of Cork, where you won't set down the width of your two feet and
not be crushing fine flowers, and making sweet smells in the air.

MOLLY BYRNE -- [laying down the can; trying to free herself.] -- Leave
me go, Martin Doul! Leave me go, I'm saying!

MARTIN DOUL. Let you not be fooling. Come along now the little path
through the trees.

MOLLY BYRNE -- [crying out towards forge.] -- Timmy the smith. (Timmy
comes out of forge, and Martin Doul lets her go. Molly Byrne, excited
and breathless, pointing to Martin Doul.) Did ever you hear that them
that loses their sight loses their senses along with it, Timmy the
smith!

TIMMY -- [suspicious, but uncertain.] -- He's no sense, surely, and
he'll be having himself driven off this day from where he's good
sleeping, and feeding, and wages for his work.

MOLLY BYRNE -- [as before.] -- He's a bigger fool than that, Timmy. Look
on him now, and tell me if that isn't a grand fellow to think he's only
to open his mouth to have a fine woman, the like of me, running along by
his heels.

[Martin Doul recoils towards centre, with his hand to his eyes; Mary
Doul is seen on left coming forward softly.]

TIMMY -- [with blank amazement.] -- Oh, the blind is wicked people, and
it's no lie. But he'll walk off this day and not be troubling us more.

[Turns back left and picks up Martin Doul's coat and stick; some things
fall out of coat pocket, which he gathers up again.]

MARTIN DOUL -- [turns around, sees Mary Doul, whispers to Molly Byrne
with imploring agony.] -- Let y