Michael, at the wedding clothes. Such grand clothes as these are! You have a right to fit them on now, it would be a pity to-morrow if they did not fit. The boys would be laughing at you. Take them, Michael, and go into the room and fit them on.
[She puts them on his arm.
michael. What wedding are you talking of? What clothes will I be wearing to-morrow?
bridget. These are the clothes you are going to wear when you marry Delia Cahel to-morrow.
michael. I had forgotten that.
[He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside.
peter. There is the shouting come to our own door. What is it has happened?
[neighbours come crowding in, patrick and delia with them.
patrick. There are ships in the Bay; the French are landing at Killala!
[peter takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off, and stands up. The clothes slip from michael's arm.
delia. Michael! [He takes no notice.] Michael! [He turns towards her.] Why do you look at me like a stranger?
[She drops his arm. bridget goes over towards her.
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