John Millington Synge,
Riders to the Sea
(1911)
“ CATHLEEN Counts the stitches. It’s that number is in it (crying out.) Ah, Nora, isn’t it a bitter thing to think of him floating that way to the far north, and no one to keen him but the black hags that do be flying on the sea? NORA Swinging herself round, and throwing out her arms on the clothes. And isn’t it a pitiful thing when there is nothing left of a man who was a great rower and fisher, but a bit of an old shirt and a plain stocking? CATHLEEN After an instant. Tell me is herself coming, Nora? I hear a little sound on the path. NORA Looking out. ”
