Hyacinth Halvey: That dog you were talking of, that is raging through the district and the town—­did it leave any madness after it?

Cracked Mary: It will go in the wind, there is a certain time for that.  It might go off in the wind again.  It might go shaping off and do no harm.

Bartley Fallon: Where is that dog presently, till some person might go pluck out a few ribs of its hair?

Cracked Mary: Raging ever and always it is, raging wild.  Sure, that is a dog was in it before the foundations of the world.

Peter Tannian: Who is it now that venom fell on, whatever beast’s jaws may have scattered it?

Cracked Mary: It is the full moon knows that.  The moon to slacken it is safe, there is no harm in it.  Almighty God will do that much.  He’ll slacken it like you ’d slacken lime.

Shawn Early: There is reason in what she is saying.  Set open the door and let the full moon call its own!

Bartley Fallon: Don’t let in the rays of it upon us or I’m a gone man.  It to shine on them that are going wrong in the head, it would raise a great stir in the mind.  Sure, it’s in the asylum at that time they do have whips to chastise them.

   (Goes to corner.)

Cracked Mary: That’s it.  The moon is terrible.  The full moon cracks them out and out, any one that would have any spleen or any relics in them.

Mrs. Broderick: Do not let in the light of it.  I would scruple to look at it myself.

Cracked Mary: Let you throw open the door, Davideen.  It is not ourselves are in dread that the white man in the sky will be calling names after us and ridiculing us.  Ha! ha!  I might be as foolish as yourselves and as fearful, but for the Almighty that left a little cleft in my skull, that would let in His candle through the night time.

Hyacinth Halvey: Hurry on now, tell us is there any one in this place is wild and astray like yourself.

   (He opens the door.  The light falls on him.)

Cracked Mary:  (Putting her hand on him.) There was great shouting in the big round house, and you coming into it last night.

Hyacinth Halvey: What are you saying?  I never went frolicking in the night time since the day I came into Cloon.

Cracked Mary: We were talking of it a while ago.  I knew you by the smile and by the laugh of you.  A queen having a yellow dress, and the hair on her smooth like marble.  All the dead of the village were in it, and of the living myself and yourself.

Hyacinth Halvey: I thought it was of Carrow she was talking; it is of the other world she is raving, and of the shadow-shapes of the forth.

Cracked Mary: You have the door open—­the speckled horses are on the road!—­make a leap on the horse as it goes by, the horse that is without a rider.  Can’t you hear them puffing and roaring?  Their breath is like a fog upon the air.