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bits of broken trees were left from the great storm； and the
streams roaring with the rain。
MICHEAL
｛Looking at her uneasily。｝
What is it ails you； this night； Nora Burke？ I've heard tell it's
the like of that talk you do hear from men； and they after being
a great while on the back hills。
NORA
｛Putting out the money on the table。｝
It's a bad night； and a wild night； Micheal Dara； and isn't it a
great while I am at the foot of the back hills； sitting up here
boiling food for himself； and food for the brood sow； and baking
a cake when the night falls？ ｛She puts up the money； listlessly；
in little piles on the table。｝ Isn't it a long while I am
sitting here in the winter and the summer； and the fine spring；
with the young growing behind me and the old passing； saying to
myself one time； to look on Mary Brien who wasn't that height
｛holding out her hand｝； and I a fine girl growing up； and there
she is now with two children； and another coming on her in three
months or four。 ｛She pauses。｝
MICHEAL
｛Moving over three of the piles。｝
That's three pounds we have now； Nora Burke。
NORA
｛Continuing in the same voice。｝
And saying to myself another time； to look on Peggy Cavanagh； who
had the lightest hand at milking a cow that wouldn't be easy； or
turning a cake； and there she is now walking round on the roads；
or sitting in a dirty old house； with no teeth in her mouth； and
no sense and no more hair than you'ld see on a bit of a hill and
they after burning the furze from it。
MICHEAL
That's five pounds and ten notes； a good sum； surely！ 。 。 。 It's
not that way you'll be talking when you marry a young man； Nora
Burke； and they were saying in the fair my lambs were the best
lambs； and I got a grand price； for I'm no fool now at making a
bargain when my lambs are good。
NORA
What was it you got？
MICHEAL
Twenty pound for the lot； Nora Burke。 。 。 。 We'ld do right to
wait now till himself will be quiet awhile in the Seven Churches；
and then you'll marry me in the chapel of Rathvanna； and I'll
bring the sheep up on the bit of a hill you have on the back
mountain； and we won't have anything we'ld be afeard to let our
minds on when the mist is down。
NORA
｛Pouring him out some whisky。｝
Why would I marry you； Mike Dara？ You'll be getting old and I'll
be getting old； and in a little while I'm telling you； you'll be
sitting up in your bed the way himself was sitting with a
shake in your face； and your teeth falling； and the white hair
sticking out round you like an old bush where sheep do be
leaping a gap。
｛Dan Burke sits up noiselessly from under the sheet； with his
hand to his face。 His white hair is sticking out round his
head。｝
NORA
｛Goes on slowly without hearing him。｝
It's a pitiful thing to be getting old； but it's a queer thing
surely。 It's a queer thing to see an old man sitting up there in
his bed with no teeth in him； and a rough word in his mouth；
and his chin the way it would take the bark from the edge of an
oak board you'ld have building a door。 。 。 。 God forgive me；
Micheal Dara； we'll all be getting old； but it's a queer thing
surely。
MICHEAL
It's too lonesome you are from living a long time with an old
man； Nora； and you're talking again like a herd that would be
coming down from the thick mist ｛he puts his arm round her｝； but
it's a fine life you'll have now with a young man； a fine life
surely。 。 。 。
｛Dan sneezes violently。 Micheal tries to get to the door； but
before he can do so； Dan jumps out of the bed in queer white
clothes； with his stick in his hand； and goes over and puts his
back against it。｝
MICHEAL
Son of God deliver us。
｛Crosses himself； and goes backward across the room。｝
DAN
｛Holding up his hand at him。｝
Now you'll not marry her the time I'm rotting below in the Seven
Churches； and you'll see the thing I'll give you will follow you
on the back mountains when the wind is high。
MICHEAL
｛To Nora。｝
Get me out of it； Nora； for the love of God。 He always did what
you bid him； and I'm thinking he would do it now。
NORA
｛Looking at the Tramp。｝
Is it dead he is or living？
DAN
｛Turning towards her。｝
It's little you care if it's dead or living I am； but there'll be
an end now of your fine times； and all the talk you have of young
men and old men； and of the mist coming up or going down。 ｛He
opens the door。｝ You'll walk out now from that door； Nora Burke；
and it's not to…morrow； or the next day； or any day of your life；
that you'll put in your foot through it again。
TRAMP
｛Standing up。｝
It's a hard thing you're saying for an old man； master of the
house； and what would the like of her do if you put her out on
the roads？
DAN
Let her walk round the like of Peggy Cavanagh below； and be
begging money at the cross…road； or selling songs to the men。
｛To Nora。｝ Walk out now； Nora Burke； and it's soon you'll be
getting old with that life； I'm telling you； it's soon your
teeth'll be falling and your head'll be the like of a bush where
sheep do be leaping a gap。
｛He pauses： she looks round at Micheal。｝
MICHEAL
｛Timidly。｝
There's a fine Union below in Rathdrum。
DAN
The like of her would never go there。 。 。 。 It's lonesome roads
she'll be going and hiding herself away till the end will come；
and they find her stretched like a dead sheep with the frost on
her； or the big spiders； maybe； and they putting their webs on
her； in the butt of a ditch。
NORA
｛Angrily。｝
What way will yourself be that day； Daniel Burke？ What way will
you be that day and you lying down a long while in your grave？
For it's bad you are living； and it's bad you'll be when you're
dead。 ｛She looks at him a moment fiercely； then half turns away
and speaks plaintively again。｝ Yet； if it is itself； Daniel
Burke； who can help it at all； and let you be getting up into
your bed； and not be taking your death with the wind blowing on
you； and the rain with it； and you half in your skin。
DAN
It's proud and happy you'ld be if I was getting my death the day
I was shut of yourself。 ｛Pointing to the door。｝ Let you walk out
through that door； I'm telling you； and let you not be passing
this way if it's hungry you are； or wanting a bed。
TRAMP
｛Pointing to Micheal。｝
Maybe himself would take her。
NORA
What would he do with me now？
TRAMP
Give you the half of a dry bed； and good food in your mouth。
DAN
Is it a fool you think him； stranger； or is it a fool you were
born yourself？ Let her walk out of that door； and let you go
along with her； stranger if it's raining itself for it's
too much talk you have surely。
TRAMP
｛Going over to Nora。｝
We'll be going now； lady of the house the rain is falling； but
the air is kind and maybe it'll be a grand morning by the grace
of God。
NORA
What good is a grand morning when I'm destroyed surely； and I
going out to get my death walking the roads？
TRAMP
You'll not be getting your death with myself； lady of the house；
and I knowing all the ways a man can put food in his mouth。 。 。 。
We'll be going now； I'm telling you； and the time you'll be
feeling the cold； and the frost； and the great rain； and the sun
again； and the south wind blowing in the glens； you'll not be
sitting up on a wet ditch； the way you're after sitting in the
place； making yourself old with looking on each day； and it
passing you by。 You'll be saying one time； 〃It's a grand evening；
by the grace of God；〃 and another time； 〃It's a wild night； God
help us； but it'll pass surely。〃 You'll be saying
DAN
｛Goes over to them crying out impatiently。｝
Go out of that door； I'm telling you； and do your blathering
below in the glen。
｛Nora gathers a few things into her shawl。｝
TRAMP
｛At the door。｝
Come along with me now； lady of the house； and it's not my
blather you'll be hearing only； but you'll be hearing the herons
crying out over the black lakes； and you'll be hearing the grouse
and the owls with them； and the larks and the big thrushes when
the days are warm； and it's not from the like of them you'll be
hearing a talk of getting old like Peggy Cavanagh； and losing the
hair off you； and the light of your eyes； but it's fine songs
you'll be hearing when the sun goes up； and there'll be no old
fellow wheezing； the like of a sick sheep； close to your ear。
NORA
I'm thinking it's myself will be wheezing that time with lying
down under the Heavens when the night is cold； but you've a fine
bit of talk； stranger； and it's with yourself I'll go。
｛She goes towards the door； then turns to Dan。｝ You think it's a
grand thing you're after doing with your letting on to be dead；
but what is it at all？ What way would a woman live in a lonesome
place the like of this place； and she not making a talk with the
men passing？ And what way will yourself live from this day； with
none to care for you？ What is it you'll have now but a black
life； Daniel Burke； and it's not long I'm telling you； till
you'll be lying again under that sheet； and you dead surely。
｛She goes out with the Tramp。 Micheal is slinking after them； but
Dan stops him。｝
DAN
Sit down now and take a little taste of the stuff； Micheal Dara。
There's a great drouth on me； and the n