JOHNNY BACACH’S voice at window.
A poor person I am, without food, without a way, without portion, without costs, without a person or a stranger, without means, without hope, without health, without warmth—
ANDREW [looking towards window].
It is that troop of beggars. Bringing their tricks and their thieveries they are to the Kinvara Fair.
MARTIN [impatiently].
There is no quiet—come to the other room. I am trying to remember.
[They go to door of inner room, but ANDREW stops him.
ANDREW.
They are a bad-looking fleet. I have a mind to drive them away, giving them a charity.
MARTIN.