Did ever any man see the like
of that? To think you'd be putting deceit
on me, and telling lies to me, and I going to
marry you for a little sum wouldn't marry a
child.
SARAH --
crestfallen and astonished. --
It's the divil did it, your reverence, and I
wouldn't tell you a lie.
(Raising her hands.)May the Lord Almighty strike me dead if the
divil isn't after hooshing the tin can from the
bag.
PRIEST --
vehemently. -- Go along now,
and don't be swearing your lies. Go along
now, and let you not be thinking I'm big fool
enough to believe the like of that, when it's
after selling it you are or making a swap for
drink of it, maybe, in the darkness of the night.
MARY --
in a peacemaking voice, putting
her hand on the Priest's left arm. -- She
wouldn't do the like of that, your reverence,
when she hasn't a decent standing drouth on
her at all; and she's setting great store on her
marriage the way you'd have a right to be
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taking her easy, and not minding the can.
What differ would an empty can make with
a fine, rich, hardy man the like of you?
SARAH --
imploringly. -- Marry us, your
reverence, for the ten shillings in gold, and
we'll make you a grand can in the evening --
a can would be fit to carry water for the holy
man of God. Marry us now and I'll be saying
fine prayers for you, morning and night, if
it'd be raining itself, and it'd be in two black
pools I'd be setting my knees.
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