McDonough: You know well I would not begrudge it.

First Hag: A queer thing you to speak so stiff and to be running down all around you, and your own pocket being bulky the while.

McDonough: (Turning out pocket.) It is as slack and as empty as when I went out from this.

Second Hag: You could not have run through that much.

McDonough: Not a red halfpenny left, or so much as the image of a farthing.

First Hag: Is it robbed and plundered you were, and you walking the road?

McDonough: (Sitting down and rocking himself.) I wish to my God it was some robber stripped and left me bare!  Robbed and plundered!  I was that, and by the worst man and the unkindest that ever was joined to a woman or lost a woman, and that is myself.

First Hag: Is it to lose it unknownst you did?

McDonough: What way did I lose it, is it?  I lost it knowingly and of my own will.  Thrown on counters, thrown on the drink-house floor, given for spirits, given for porter, thrown for drink for friends and acquaintances, for strangers and strollers and vagabonds.  Scattered in the parish of Ardrahan and at Labane cross.  Tramps and schemers lying drunk and dead drunk at the butt of every wall.
   (Buries head in his hands.)

First Hag: That is what happened the gold yourself and the pipes had won?  You made no delay doing that much.  You have a great wrong done to the woman inside, where you left her burying bare.

Second Hag: She to be without a farthing dip for her corpse, and you after lavishing gold.

First Hag: You have a right to bruise your knees making repentance, you that lay on the one pillow with her.  You to be putting curses upon others and making attacks on them!  I would make no complaint, you to be naked at your own burying and at the very hour of death, and the rain falling down on your head.

McDonough: Little I mind what happens me.  There is no word you can put out of your mouth can do me any injury at all.  Oh, Catherine, it is best for me go hang myself out of a tree, and my carcass to be torn by savage dogs that went famished through a great length of time, and my bones left without a token or a flag or a headstone, and my name that was up at one time to be forgotten out of mind!
   (He bursts out sobbing.)

First Hag: The shadows should be lengthening in the street.  Look out would you see the car to be coming.

Second Hag: It was a while ago at the far corner of the fair.  They were but waiting for the throng to lessen.

First Hag: They are making too much delay.

Second Hag: I see a hint of the livery of the poorhouse coming through the crowd.

First Hag: The men of the Union are coming to bring her away, McDonough.  There is nothing more to be done.  She will get her burial from the rates.