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?

SAINT. Kneel down, I'm saying, the ground's dry at your feet.

MARTIN DOUL -- [with distress.] -- Let you go on your own way, holy
father. We're not calling you at all.

SAINT. I'm not saying a word of penance, or fasting itself, for I'm
thinking the Lord has brought you great teaching in the blindness of
your eyes; so you've no call now to be fearing me, but let you kneel
down till I give you your sight.

MARTIN DOUL -- [more troubled.] -- We're not asking our sight, holy
father, and let you walk on your own way, and be fasting, or praying,
or doing anything that you will, but leave us here in our peace, at
the crossing of the roads, for it's best we are this way, and we're not
asking to see.

SAINT -- [to the People.] -- Is his mind gone that he's no wish to be
cured this day, or to be living or working, or looking on the wonders of
the world?

MARTIN DOUL. It's wonders enough I seen in a short space for the life of
one man only.

SAINT -- [severely.] -- I never heard tell of any person wouldn't have
great joy to be looking on the earth, and the image of the Lord thrown
upon men.

MARTIN DOUL -- [raising his voice.] -- Them is great sights, holy
father.... What was it I seen when I first opened my eyes but your own
bleeding feet, and they cut with the stones? That was a great sight,
maybe, of the image of God.... And what was it I seen my last day but
the villainy of hell looking out from the eyes of the girl you're coming
to marry -- the Lord forgive you -- with Timmy the smith. That was a
great sight, maybe. And wasn't it great sights I seen on the roads when
the north winds would be driving, and the skies would be harsh, till
you'd see the horses and the asses, and the dogs itself, maybe, with
their heads hanging, and th