First Hag: (Getting up.) I'm in dread of him coming in the house. He is a hasty man and wicked, and he vexed. What at all will he say and she being dead before him? Whether or no, it will be a sharp grief to him, she to scatter and to go. He might give me a backstroke and drive me out from the door.
Second Hag: Let you make an attack upon himself before he will have time to make his own attack.
McDonough: (Coming in.) Catherine! Where is she? Where is Catherine?
First Hag: Is it readying the dinner before you, or wringing out a shirt for the Sunday like any good slave of a wife, you are used to find your woman, McDonough?
McDonough: What call would she have stopping in the house with the withered like of yourself? It is not to the crabbed talk of a peevish hag a handsome young woman would wish to be listening and sport and funning being in the fair outside.
First Hag: Go look for her in the fair so, if it is gadding up and down is her habit, and you being gone out from her sight.
McDonough: (Shaking her.) Tell me out, where is she?
First Hag: Tell out what harbour were you yourself in from the day you left Cregroostha?
McDonough: Is it that she got word?—or that she was tired waiting for me?
First Hag: She is gone away from you, McDonough.