BRIAN
No. I'm going where there's men.
MAIRE Come, Anne, till I deck you out. Come here, daughter, don't wear flowers. I think they're unlucky. Here I am talking like this, and I going to a dance. I suppose I'll dance with seven or eight and forget what's on my mind…. Everyone is going to Moynihan's except the men here. Are you going out, father?
CONN
I'm making a ceilidh with Brian.
MAIRE
Well, God be with you both. Come on, Anne.
Maire takes down her shawl, and puts it over her head. She stands
at the door, watching Anne, who goes to Brian.
ANNE
Brian, what have you against Moynihan's?
BRIAN Nothing at all. I may go in. MAIRE Come on, Anne. God be with you both.
Maire and Anne go out. They are heard talking for a while. Conn
goes to the door.
CONN
Maire and Anne are turning the bohereen. [5] Come on now.
He takes his fiddle and begins to wrap it up eagerly.