TEIG. And when that's gone?
MARY. There is the hen in the coop.
SHEMUS. My curse upon the beggars, my Curse upon them!
TEIG. And the last penny gone.
SHEMUS. When the hen's gone, What can we do but live on sorrel and dock) And dandelion, till our mouths are green?
MARY. God, that to this hour's found bit and sup, Will cater for us still.
SHEMUS. His kitchen's bare. There were five doors that I looked through this day And saw the dead and not a soul to wake them.
MARY. Maybe He'd have us die because He knows, When the ear is stopped and when the eye is stopped, That every wicked sight is hid from the eye, And all fool talk from the ear.
SHEMUS. Who's passing there? And mocking us with music?
(A stringed instrument without.)