_(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.
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