Tim Casey. Is it killed he is?
Mrs. Tarpey. Stretched in the Five Acre Meadow!
Tim Casey. The Lord have mercy on us! Is that a fact?
Mrs. Tarpey. Without the rites of the Church or a ha'porth!
Tim Casey. Who was telling you?
Mrs. Tarpey. And the wife laying out a sheet for his corpse. [Sits up and wipes her eyes.] I suppose they'll wake him the same as another? [Enter Mrs. Tully, Shawn Early, and James Ryan.]
Mrs. Tully. There is great talk about this work in every quarter of the fair.
Mrs. Tarpey. Ochone! cold and dead. And myself maybe the last he was speaking to!
James Ryan. The Lord save us! Is it dead he is?
Tim Casey. Dead surely, and the wife getting provision for the wake.