Nanny. It's yourself humbled yourself well to one the time you were sick in the gaol and had like to die, and he bade you to give over the throwing of the cups.
Biddy. Ah, plaster of Paris I gave him. I took to it again and I free upon the roads.
Nanny. Much good you are doing with it to yourself or any other one. Aren't you after telling that corpse no later than yesterday that he was coming within the best day of his life?
Johnny B. Whist, let ye! Here is the priest coming.
[Father John comes in.]
Father John. It is surely not true that he is dead?
Johnny B. The spirit went from him about the middle hour of the night. We brought him here to this sheltered place. We were loth to leave him without friends.
Father John. Where is he?
Johnny B. [taking up sacks]. Lying there, stiff and stark. He has a very quiet look, as if there was no sin at all or no great trouble upon his mind.
Father John [kneels and touches him]. He is not dead.