I do not
think that these country people, who have so
much humor themselves, will mind being
laughed at without malice, as the people in
every country have been laughed at in their
own comedies.
J. M. S.
December 2nd, 1907
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PERSONS
MICHAEL BYRNE, a tinker.
MARY BYRNE, an old woman, his mother.
SARAH CASEY, a young tinker woman.
A PRIEST.
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THE TINKER'S WEDDING -----------
ACT I.
SCENE:
A Village roadside after nightfall.
A fire of sticks is burning near the ditch a
little to the right. Michael is working beside
it. In the background, on the left, a sort of
tent and ragged clothes drying on the hedge.
On the right a chapel-gate. SARAH CASEY --
coming in on right,
eagerly. -- We'll see his reverence this place,
Michael Byrne, and he passing backward to
his house to-night.
MICHAEL --
grimly. -- That'll be a sacred
and a sainted joy!
SARAH --
sharply. -- It'll be small joy for
yourself if you aren't ready with my wedding
ring.
(She goes over to him.) Is it near
done this time, or what way is it at all?
MICHAEL. A poor way only, Sarah
Casey, for it's the divil's job making a ring,
and you'll be having my hands destroyed in
a short while the way I'll not be able to make
a tin can at all maybe at the dawn of day.
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