We brought
him here to this sheltered place.
him here to this sheltered place.
Yeats
It's yourself humbled yourself well to one the time you were sick in
the gaol and had like to die, and he bade you to give over the throwing
of the cups.
BIDDY.
Ah, plaster of Paris I gave him. I took to it again and I free upon the
roads.
NANNY.
Much good you are doing with it to yourself or any other one. Aren't
you after telling that corpse no later than yesterday that he was
coming within the best day of his life?
JOHNNY.
Whisht, let ye. Here is the priest coming.
_FATHER JOHN comes in. _
FATHER JOHN.
It is surely not true that he is dead?
JOHNNY.
The spirit went from him about the middle hour of the night.
We brought
him here to this sheltered place. We were loth to leave him without
friends.
FATHER JOHN.
Where is he?
JOHNNY [_taking up sacks_].
Lying there stiff and stark. He has a very quiet look as if there was
no sin at all or no great trouble upon his mind.
FATHER JOHN [_kneels and touches him_].
He is not dead.
BIDDY [_pointing to NANNY_].
He is dead. If it was letting on he was, he would not have let that one
rob him and search him the way she did.
FATHER JOHN.
It has the appearance of death, but it is not death. He is in a trance.
PAUDEEN.
