MARTIN DOURAS
God help you, Murtagh Cosgar.

MURTAGH COSGAR
But I’ve a son still.  It’s not your daughter he’ll be marrying.
(He strides to the door and calls Matt)

MARTIN DOURAS (going to him) Murtagh Cosgar—­for God’s sake—­we’re both old men, Murtagh Cosgar.

MURTAGH COSGAR
You’ve read many stories, Martin Douras, and you know many endings. 
You’ll see an ending now, and it will be a strong ending, and a
sudden ending.

  Matt comes in.

MURTAGH COSGAR
You’re wanted here.

MATT
I heard you call. (He sits on table) So they’re sticking to the
twenty years.

MARTIN DOURAS (eagerly) Twenty years, Matt, and they’ll get it for twenty.  O, it’s a great day for you both!  Father and son, you come into a single inheritance.  What the father wins the son wields.

MURTAGH COSGAR
What the father wins, the son wastes.

MATT
What’s the talk of father and son?

MARTIN DOURAS
They’re the one flesh and blood.  There’s no more strife between them
than between the right hand and the left hand.

MURTAGH COSGAR
(to Matt) We were talking about you.  We were fixing a match for you.

MATT (startled, looking at Martin Douras) Fixing a match for me? (He rises)

MURTAGH COSGAR
Ay, Matt.  Don’t you think it’s time to be making a match for you?

MATT (sullenly, going to the door) Maybe it is.  When you have chosen the woman, call.  I’ll be without.

MURTAGH COSGAR (going to him) We haven’t chosen yet.  But it won’t be Martin Douras’ daughter, anyhow.

MATT Stop.  You drove all your living children away, except Sally and myself.  You think Sally and myself are the one sort.

MURTAGH COSGAR (tauntingly) Martin’s daughter, Corney’s sister.  That’s the girl for you!

MATT We’re not the one sort, I tell you.  Martin Douras, isn’t he a foolish old man that would drive all his children from him?  What would his twenty years’ purchase be to him then?

MURTAGH COSGAR It wasn’t for my children I worked.  No, no; thank God; it wasn’t for my children I worked.  Go, if you will.  I can be alone.

MARTIN DOURAS O Murtagh, Murtagh, sure you know you can’t be alone.  We’re two old men, Murtagh.

MURTAGH COSGAR
He daren’t go.

MATT
Because I’m the last of them he thinks he can dare me like that.

MURTAGH COSGAR
There was more of my blood in the others.

MATT
Do you say that?

MARTIN DOURAS
Don’t say it again.  For God’s sake, don’t say it again, Murtagh.

MURTAGH COSGAR
I do say it again.  Them who dared to go had more of my blood in them!

MATT
Ah, you have put me to it now, and I’m glad, glad.  A little house, a
bit of land.  Do you think they could keep me here?