[He goes out.
MAIRE.
[Bolting the door.]
When wealthy and wise folk wander from their peace
And fear wood things, poor folk may draw the bolt
And pray before the fire.
[SHEMUS counts out the money, and rings a piece upon the table.
SHEMUS.
The Mother of God,
Hushed by the waving of the immortal wings,
Has dropped in a doze and cannot hear the poor: