Blind Man. Say to them that I myself tell them to come in; and to bring every one a present to the newly-married woman.
Boy. And who are you yourself?
Blind Man. Tell them it is Raftery the poet is here, and that is calling to them.
(The boys run out, tumbling over one another.)
Martin. Are you Raftery, the great poet I heard talk of since I was born! (taking his hand). Seven hundred thousand welcomes before you; and it is a great honour to us you to be here.
Mary. Raftery the poet! Now there is luck on us! The first man that brought us his blessing, and that eat food in my own house, he to be Raftery the poet! And I hearing the other day you were sick and near your death. And I see no sign of sickness on you now.
Blind Man. I am well, I am well now, the Lord be praised for it.
Martin. I heard talk of you as often as there are fingers on my hands, and toes on my feet. But indeed I never thought to have the luck of seeing you.
Mary. And it is you that made 'County Mayo,' and the 'Repentance,' and 'The Weaver,' and the 'Shining Flower.' It is often I thought there should be no woman in the world so proud as Mary Hynes, with the way you praised her.
Blind Man. O my poor Mary Hynes, without luck! (They hear the wheels of a cart outside the house, and an old farmer comes in, a frieze coat on him.)