Away now—they are in the passage—hurry,
For they will know us, and freeze up our hearts
With Ave Marys, and burn all our skin
With holy water.
FIRST MERCHANT.
Farewell: we must ride
Many a mile before the morning come;
Our horses beat the ground impatiently.
[They go out to R. A number of peasants enter at the same moment by the opposite door.
CATHLEEN.