Sinopsis

SCENE: Interior of a cottage close to Killala, in 1798. BRIDGET is standing at a table undoing a parcel. PETER is sitting at one side of the fire, PATRICK at the other. PETER. What is that sound I hear? PATRICK. I don't hear anything. [He listens.] I hear it now. It's like cheering. [He goes to the window and looks out.] I wonder what they are cheering about. I don't see anybody. PETER. It might be a hurling match. PATRICK. There's no hurling to-day. It must be down in the town the cheering is. BRIDGET. I suppose the boys must be having some sport of their own. Come over here, Peter, and look at Michael's wedding-clothes. PETER [shifts his chair to table]. Those are grand clothes, indeed. BRIDGET. You hadn't clothes like that when you married me, and no coat to put on of a Sunday any more than any other day. PETER. That is true, indeed. We never thought a son of our own would be wearing a suit of that sort for his wedding, or have so good a place to bring a wife to. PATRICK [who is still at the window]. There's an old woman coming down the road. I don't know, is it here she's coming?