Flannery: How would I know?
Conan: The two of ye won't quit this till I'll
find it! There is another two blasts in it that
will bring sense and knowledge into Ireland yet!
Rock: Indeed they might bring comfort yet
to many a sore heart!
Conan: (Searching.) Where now is it? I
couldn't find it if the earth rose up and swallowed
it. Where now did I lay it down?
Rock: There's too much changes in this place
for me to know where anything is gone.
Conan: (At door.) Where are you, Maryanne!
Celia! Timothy! Let ye come hither and search
out my little bellows!
(Timothy comes in, followed by Mother.)
Conan: Hearken now, Timothy!
Timothy: (Stopping his ears.) Speak easy, speak easy!
Conan: Take down now your fingers from your
ears the way you will hear my voice!