ANOTHER PEASANT
I will not trust my mother after this.
FIRST MERCHANT
There is this crack in you – two hundred crowns.
A PEASANT
That's plenty for a rogue.
ANOTHER PEASANT
I'd give him nothing.
SHEMUS
You'll get no more – so take what's offered you.
(A general murmur, during which the MIDDLE-AGED MAN takes money, and slips into background, where he sinks on to a seat.)
FIRST MERCHANT
Has no one got a better soul than that?
If only for the credit of your parishes,
Traffic with us.
A WOMAN
What will you give for mine?
FIRST MERCHANT (reading in book)
"Soft, handsome, and still young" – not much, I think.
"It's certain that the man she's married to
Knows nothing of what's hidden in the jar
Between the hour-glass and the pepper-pot."
THE WOMAN
The scandalous book.
FIRST MERCHANT
"Nor how when he's away
At the horse fair the hand that wrote what's hid
Will tap three times upon the window-pane."
THE WOMAN
And if there is a letter, that is no reason
Why I should have less money than the others.
FIRST MERCHANT
You're almost safe, I give you fifty crowns.
(She turns to go.)
A hundred, then.
SHEMUS
Woman, have sense – come, come.
Is this a time to haggle at the price?
There, take it up. There, there. That's right.
(She takes them and goes into the crowd.)
FIRST MERCHANT
Come, deal, deal, deal. It is but for charity
We buy such souls at all; a thousand sins
Made them our Master's long before we came.
(ALEEL enters.)
ALEEL
Here, take my soul, for I am tired of it.
I do not ask a price.
SHEMUS
Not ask a price?
How can you sell your soul without a price?
I would not listen to his broken wits;
His love for Countess Cathleen has so crazed him
He hardly understands what he is saying.
ALEEL
The trouble that has come on Countess Cathleen,
The sorrow that is in her wasted face,
The burden in her eyes, have broke my wits,
And yet I know I'd have you take my soul.
FIRST MERCHANT