With quietness, without misery.

WOMAN. Good the man.

BLIND MAN.

Quick, quick, quick, for no man
Need speak twice to a handy woman;
I'll praise you when I hear the clatter
Of your shilling on my platter.

(_A young man comes in with a side of bacon in his arms, and stands
waiting._)

WOMAN. Indeed, I would not begrudge it to you if it was a piece
of gold I had (_puts shilling in plate_). The 'Repentance' you made is
at the end of my fingers. Here's another customer for you now. (_The
young man comes forward, and gives the bacon to_ MARTIN, _who
puts it with the meal._)

MARY. I thank you kindly. Oh, it's like the miracle worked for
Saint Colman, sending him his dinner in the bare hills!

BLIND MAN.

May that young man with yellow hair
Find yellow money everywhere!

FAIR YOUNG MAN. I heard the world and his wife were stopping at
the door to give a welcome to Raftery, and I thought I would not be
behindhand. And here is something for the fiddler (_puts money in the
plate_). I would sooner see that fiddler than any other fiddler in the
world.

BLIND MAN.

May that young man with yellow hair
Buy cheap, sell dear, in every fair.

FAIR YOUNG MAN (_to_ MARTIN). How does he know I have
yellow hair and he blind? How does he know that?

MARTIN. Hush, my head is going round with the wonder is on me.

MARY. No wonder at all in that. Maybe it is dreaming we all
are.

(_A grey-haired man and two girls come in._)

GREY-HAIRED MAN (_laying down a sack_). The blessing of God
here! I heard Raftery was here in the wedding-house, and that he would
let no one in without a present. There was nothing in the cart with us
but a sack of potatoes, and there it is for you, ma'am.

MARY. Oh, it's too good you all are to me. Whether it's asleep
or awake I am, I thank you kindly.

BLIND MAN. Don't forget the fiddler.

GREY-HAIRED MAN. Are you Raftery?

BLIND MAN.

Who will give Raftery a shilling?
Here is his platter: who is willing?
Who will give honour to the poet?
Here is his platter: show it, show it.

GREY-HAIRED FARMER. You're welcome; you're welcome! That is
Raftery, anyhow! (_Puts money in the plate._)

BLIND MAN.

Come hither, girls, give what you can
To the poor old travelling man.

GREY-HAIRED MAN. Aurah Susan, aurah Oona, are you looking at
who is before you, the greatest poet in Ireland? That is Raftery
himself. It is often you heard talk