TEIG.
May he bring better food
Than the lean crow he brought us yesterday.
[MAIRE opens the door, and SHEMUS comes in with a dead wolf on his shoulder.
MAIRE.
Shemus, you are late home: you have been lounging
And chattering with some one: you know well
How the dreams trouble me, and how I pray,
Yet you lie sweating on the hill from morn,
Or linger at the crossways with all comers,