TEIG. A young man plays it, There's an old woman and a lady with him.
SHEMUS. What is the trouble of the poor to her? Nothing at all or a harsh radishy sauce For the day's meat.
MARY. God's pity on the rich, Had we been through as many doors, and seen The dishes standing on the polished wood In the wax candle light, we'd be as hard, And there's the needle's eye at the end of all.
SHEMUS. My curse upon the rich.
TEIG. They're coming here.
SHEMUS. Then down upon that stool, down quick, I say, And call up a whey face and a whining voice, And let your head be bowed upon your knees.
MARY. Had I but time to put the place to rights.
(CATHLEEN, OONA, and ALEEL enter.)
CATHLEEN. God save all here. There is a certain house, An old grey castle with a kitchen garden, A cider orchard and a plot for flowers, Somewhere among these woods.
MARY. We know it, lady. A place that's set among impassable walls As though world's trouble could not find it out.