BARTLEY
[To Cathleen]

If the west wind holds with the last bit of the moon let you
and Nora get up weed enough for another cock for the kelp.
It's hard set we'll be from this day with no one in it but one
man to work.

MAURYA
It's hard set we'll be surely the day you're drownd'd with the
rest. What way will I live and the girls with me, and I an old
woman looking for the grave?

[Bartley lays down the halter, takes off his old coat, and puts
on a newer one of the same flannel.]

BARTLEY
[To Nora.]

Is she coming to the pier?

NORA
[Looking out.]
She's passing the green head and letting fall her sails.

BARTLEY
[Getting his purse and tobacco.]

I'll have half an hour to go down, and you'll see me coming
again in two days, or in three days, or maybe in four days if