Riders to the Sea
by J. M. Synge

A PLAY IN ONE ACT

First performed at the Molesworth Hall, Dublin, February 25th,
1904.

PERSONS

MAURYA (an old woman) . . . Honor Lavelle

BARTLEY (her son) . . . . . W. G. Fay

CATHLEEN (her daughter). . . Sarah Allgood

NORA (a younger daughter). . Emma Vernon

MEN AND WOMEN

SCENE. -- An Island off the West of Ireland. (Cottage kitchen,
with nets, oil-skins, spinning wheel, some new boards standing
by the wall, etc. Cathleen, a girl of about twenty, finishes
kneading cake, and puts it down in the pot-oven by the fire;
then wipes her hands, and begins to spin at the wheel. NORA, a
young girl, puts her head in at the door.)

NORA
[In a low voice.]

Where is she?

CATHLEEN
She's lying down, God help her, and may be sleeping, if she's
able.

[Nora comes in softly, and takes a bundle from under her
shawl.]

CATHLEEN
[Spinning the wheel rapidly.]

What is it you have?

NORA
The young priest is after bringing them. It's a shirt and a
plain stocking were got off a drowned man in Donegal.

[Cathleen stops her wheel with a sudden movement, and leans out
to listen.]

NORA
We're to find out if it's Michael's they are, some time herself
will be down looking by the sea.

CATHLEEN
How would they be Michael's, Nora. How would he go the length
of that way to the far north?

NORA
The young priest says he's known the like of it. "If it's
Michael's they are," says he, "you can tell herself he's got a
clean burial by the grace of God, and if they're not his, let
no one say a word about them, for she'll be getting her death,"
says he, "with crying and lamenting."

[The door which Nora half closed is blown open by a gust of
wind.]

CATHLEEN
[Looking out anxiously.]

Did you ask him would he stop Bartley going this day with the
horses to the Galway fair?

NORA
"I won't stop him," says he, "but let you not be afraid.
Herself does be saying prayers half through the night, and the
Almighty God won't leave her destitute," says he, "with no son
living."

CATHLEEN
Is the sea bad by the white rocks, Nora?

NORA
Middling bad, God help us. There's a great roaring in the
west, and it's worse it'll be getting when the tide's turned to
the wind.

[She goes over to the table with the bundle.]

Shall I open it now?

CATHLEEN
Maybe she'd wake up on us, and come in before we'd done.

[Coming to the table.]

It's a long time we'll be, and the two of us crying.

NORA
[Goes to the inner door and listens.]

She's moving about on the bed. She'll be coming in a minute.

CATHLEEN
Give me the ladder, and I'll put them up in the turf-loft, the
way she won't know of them at all, and maybe when the tide
turns she'll be going down to see would he be floating from the
east.

[They put the ladder against the gable of the chimney; Cathleen
goes up a few steps and hides the bundle in
the turf-loft. Maurya comes from the inner room.]

MAURYA
[Looking up at Cathleen and speaking querulously.]

Isn't it turf enough you have for this day and evening?

CATHLEEN
There's a cake baking at the fire for a short space. [Throwing
down the turf] and Bartley will want it when the tide turns if
he goes to Connemara.

[Nora picks up the turf and puts it round the pot-oven.]

MAURYA
[Sitting down on a stool at the fire.]

He won't go this day with the wind rising from the south and
west. He won't go this day, for the young priest will stop
him surely.

NORA
He'll not stop him, mother, and I heard Eamon Simon and Stephen
Pheety and Colum Shawn saying he would go.

MAURYA
Where is he itself?

NORA
He went down to see would there be another boat sailing in the
week, and I'm thinking it won't be long till he's here now, for
the tide's turning at the green head, and the hooker' tacking
from the east.

CATHLEEN
I hear some one passing the big stones.

NORA
[Looking out.]

He's coming now, and he in a hurry.

BARTLEY
[Comes in and looks round the room. Speaking sadly and
quietly.]

Where is the bit of new rope, Cathleen, was bought in
Connemara?

CATHLEEN
[Coming down.]

Give it to him, Nora; it's on a nail by the white boards. I
hung it up this morning, for the pig with the black feet was
eating it.

NORA
[Giving him a rope.]

Is that it, Bartley?

MAURYA
You'd do right to leave that rope, Bartley, hanging by the
boards (Bartley takes the rope]). It will be wanting in this
place, I'm telling you, if Michael is washed up to-morrow
morning, or the next morning, or any morning in the week, for
it's a deep grave we'll make him by the grace of God.

BARTLEY
[Beginning to work with the rope.]

I've no halter the way I can ride down on the mare, and I must
go now quickly. This is the one boat going for two weeks or
beyond it, and the fair will be a good fair for horses I heard
them saying below.

MAURYA
It's a hard thing they'll be saying below if the body is washed
up and there's no man in it to make the coffin, and I after
giving a big price for the finest white boards you'd find in
Connemara.

[She looks round at the boards.]

BARTLEY
How would it be washed up, and we after looking each day for
nine days, and a strong wind blowing a while back from the west
and south?

MAURYA
If it wasn't found itself, that wind is raising the sea, and
there was a star up against the moon, and it rising in the
night. If it was a hundred horses, or a thousand horses
you had itself, what is the price of a thousand horses against
a son where there is one son only?

BARTLEY
[Working at the halter, to Cathleen.]

Let you go down each day, and see the sheep aren't jumping in
on the rye, and if the jobber comes you can sell the pig with
the black feet if there is a good price going.

MAURYA
How would the like of her get a good price for a pig?

BARTLEY
[To Cathleen]

If the west wind holds with the last bit of the moon let you
and Nora get up weed enough for another cock for the kelp.
It's hard set we'll be from this day with no one in it but one
man to work.

MAURYA
It's hard set we'll be surely the day you're drownd'd with the
rest. What way will I live and the girls with me, and I an old
woman looking for the grave?

[Bartley lays down the halter, takes off his old coat, and puts
on a newer one of the same flannel.]

BARTLEY
[To Nora.]

Is she coming to the pier?

NORA
[Looking out.]
She's passing the green head and letting fall her sails.

BARTLEY
[Getting his purse and tobacco.]

I'll have half an hour to go down, and you'll see me coming
again in two days, or in three days, or maybe in four days if
the wind is bad.

MAURYA
[Turning round to the fire, and putting her shawl over her
head.]

Isn't it a hard and cruel man won't hear a word from an old
woman, and she holding him from the sea?

CATHLEEN
It's the life of a young man to be going on the sea, and who
would listen to an old woman with one thing and she saying it
over?

BARTLEY
[Taking the halter.]

I must go now quickly. I'll ride down on the red mare, and the
gray pony'll run behind me. . . The blessing of God on you.

[He goes out.]

MAURYA
[Crying out as he is in the door.]

He's gone now, God spare us, and we'll not see him again. He's
gone now, and when the black night is falling I'll have no son
left me in the world.

CATHLEEN
Why wouldn't you give him your blessing and he looking round in
the door? Isn't it sorrow enough is on every one in this house
without your sending him out with an unlucky word behind him,
and a hard word in his ear?

[Maurya takes up the tongs and begins raking the fire aimlessly
without looking round.]

NORA
[Turning towards her.]

You're taking away the turf from the cake.

CATHLEEN
[Crying out.]

The Son of God forgive us, Nora, we're after forgetting his bit
of bread.

[She comes over to the fire.]

NORA
And it's destroyed he'll be going till dark night, and he after
eating nothing since the sun went up.

CATHLEEN
[Turning the cake out of the oven.]

It's destroyed he'll be, surely. There's no sense left on any
person in a house where an old woman will be talking for ever.

[Maurya sways herself on her stool.]

CATHLEEN
[Cutting off some of the bread and rolling it in a cloth; to
Maurya.]

Let you go down now to the spring well and give him this and he
passing. You'll see him then and the dark word will be broken,
and you can say "God speed you," the way he'll be easy in his
mind.

MAURYA
[Taking the bread.]

Will I be in it as soon as himself?

CATHLEEN
If you go now quickly.

MAURYA
[Standing up unsteadily.]

It's hard set I am to walk.

CATHLEEN
[Looking at her anxiously.]

Give her the stick, Nora, or maybe she'll slip on the big
stones.

NORA
What stick?

CATHLEEN
The stick Michael brought from Connemara.

MAURYA
[Taking a stick Nora gives her.]

In the big world the old people do be leaving things after them
for their sons and children, but in this place it is the young
men do be leaving things behind for them that do be old.

[She goes out slowly. Nora goes over to the ladder.]

CATHLEEN
Wait, Nora, maybe she'd turn back quickly. She's that sorry,
God help her, you wouldn't know the thing she'd do.

NORA
Is she gone round by the bush?

CATHLEEN
[Looking out.]

She's gone now. Throw it down quickly, for the Lord knows when
she'll be out of it again.

NORA
[Getting the bundle from the loft.]

The young priest said he'd be passing to-morrow, and we might
go down and speak to him below if it's Michael's they are
surely.

CATHLEEN
[Taking the bundle.]

Did he say what way they were found?

NORA
[Coming down.]

"There were two men," says he, "and they rowing round with
poteen before the cocks crowed, and the oar of one of them
caught the body, and they passing the black cliffs of the
north."

CATHLEEN
[Trying to open the bundle.]

Give me a knife, Nora, the string's perished with the salt
water, and there's a black knot on it you wouldn't loosen in a
week.

NORA
[Giving her a knife.]

I've heard tell it was a long way to Donegal.

CATHLEEN
[Cutting the string.]

It is surely. There was a man in here a while ago -- the man
sold us that knife -- and he said if you set off walking from
the rocks beyond, it would be seven days you'd be in Donegal.

NORA
And what time would a man take, and he floating?

[Cathleen opens the bundle and takes out a bit of a stocking.
They look at them eagerly.]

CATHLEEN
[In a low voice.]

The Lord spare us, Nora! isn't it a queer hard thing to say if
it's his they are surely?

NORA
I'll get his shirt off the hook the way we can put the one
flannel on the other [she looks through some clothes hanging in
the corner.] It's not with them, Cathleen, and where will it
be?

CATHLEEN
I'm thinking Bartley put it on him in the morning, for his own
shirt was heavy with the salt in it [pointing to the corner].
There's a bit of a sleeve was of the same stuff. Give me that
and it will do.

[Nora brings it to her and they compare the flannel.]

CATHLEEN
It's the same stuff, Nora; but if it is itself aren't there
great rolls of it in the shops of Galway, and isn't it many
another man may have a shirt of it as well as Michael himself?

NORA
[Who has taken up the stocking and counted the stitches, crying
out.]

It's Michael, Cathleen, it's Michael; God spare his soul, and
what will herself say when she hears this story, and Bartley on
the sea?

CATHLEEN
[Taking the stocking.]

It's a plain stocking.

NORA
It's the second one of the third pair I knitted, and I put up
three score stitches, and I dropped four of them.

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.]

She is, Cathleen. She's coming up to the door.

CATHLEEN
Put these things away before she'll come in. Maybe it's easier
she'll be after giving her blessing to Bartley, and we won't
let on we've heard anything the time he's on the sea.

NORA
[Helping Cathleen to close the bundle.]

We'll put them here in the corner.

[They put them into a hole in the chimney corner. Cathleen
goes back to the spinning-wheel.]

NORA
Will she see it was crying I was?

CATHLEEN
Keep your back to the door the way the light'll not be on you.

[Nora sits down at the chimney corner, with her back to the
door. Maurya comes in very slowly, without looking at the
girls, and goes over to her stool at the other side of the
fire. The cloth with the bread is still in her hand. The
girls look at each other, and Nora points to the bundle of
bread.]

CATHLEEN
[After spinning for a moment.]

You didn't give him his bit of bread?

[Maurya begins to keen softly, without turning round.]

CATHLEEN
Did you see him riding down?

[Maurya goes on keening.]

CATHLEEN
[A little impatiently.]

God forgive you; isn't it a better thing to raise your voice
and tell what you seen, than to be making lamentation for a
thing that's done? Did you see Bartley, I'm saying to you?

MAURYA
[With a weak voice.]

My heart's broken from this day.

CATHLEEN
[As before.]

Did you see Bartley?

MAURYA
I seen the fearfulest thing.

CATHLEEN
[Leaves her wheel and looks out.]

God forgive you; he's riding the mare now over the green head,
and the gray pony behind him.

MAURYA
[Starts, so that her shawl falls back from her head and shows
her white tossed hair. With a frightened voice.]

The gray pony behind him.

CATHLEEN
[Coming to the fire.]

What is it ails you, at all?

MAURYA
[Speaking very slowly.]

I've seen the fearfulest thing any person has seen, since the
day Bride Dara seen the dead man with the child in his arms.

CATHLEEN AND NORA
Uah.

[They crouch down in front of the old woman at the fire.]

NORA
Tell us what it is you seen.

MAURYA
I went down to the spring well, and I stood there saying a
prayer to myself. Then Bartley came along, and he riding on
the red mare with the gray pony behind him [she puts up her
hands, as if to hide something from her eyes.] The Son of God
spare us, Nora!

CATHLEEN
What is it you seen.

MAURYA
I seen Michael himself.

CATHLEEN
[Speaking softly.]

You did not, mother; it wasn't Michael you seen, for his body
is after being found in the far north, and he's got a clean
burial by the grace of God.

MAURYA
[A little defiantly.]

I'm after seeing him this day, and he riding and galloping.
Bartley came first on the red mare; and I tried to say "God
speed you," but something choked the words in my throat. He
went by quickly; and "the blessing of God on you," says he, and
I could say nothing. I looked up then, and I crying, at the
gray pony, and there was Michael upon it -- with fine clothes
on him, and new shoes on his feet.

CATHLEEN
[Begins to keen.]

It's destroyed we are from this day. It's destroyed, surely.

NORA
Didn't the young priest say the Almighty God wouldn't leave her
destitute with no son living?

MAURYA
[In a low voice, but clearly.]

It's little the like of him knows of the sea. . . . Bartley
will be lost now, and let you call in Eamon and make me a good
coffin out of the white boards, for I won't live after them.
I've had a husband, and a husband's father, and six sons in
this house -- six fine men, though it was a hard birth I had
with every one of them and they coming to the world -- and some
of them were found and some of them were not found, but they're
gone now the lot of them. . . There were Stephen, and Shawn,
were lost in the great wind, and found after in the Bay of
Gregory of the Golden Mouth, and carried up the two of them on
the one plank, and in by that door.

[She pauses for a moment, the girls start as if they heard
something through the door that is half open behind them.]

NORA
[In a whisper.]

Did you hear that, Cathleen? Did you hear a noise in the
north-east?

CATHLEEN
[In a whisper.]

There's some one after crying out by the seashore.

MAURYA
[Continues without hearing anything.]

There was Sheamus and his father, and his own father again,
were lost in a dark night, and not a stick or sign was seen of
them when the sun went up. There was Patch after was drowned
out of a curagh that turned over. I was sitting here with
Bartley, and he a baby, lying on my two knees, and I seen two
women, and three women, and four women coming in, and they
crossing themselves, and not saying a word. I looked out then,
and there were men coming after them, and they holding a thing
in the half of a red sail, and water dripping out of it -- it
was a dry day, Nora -- and leaving a track to the door.

[She pauses again with her hand stretched out towards the door.
It opens softly and old women begin to come in, crossing
themselves on the threshold, and kneeling down in front of the
stage with red petticoats over their heads.]

MAURYA
[Half in a dream, to Cathleen.]

Is it Patch, or Michael, or what is it at all?

CATHLEEN
Michael is after being found in the far north, and when he is
found there how could he be here in this place?

MAURYA
There does be a power of young men floating round in the sea,
and what way would they know if it was Michael they had, or
another man like him, for when a man is nine days in the sea,
and the wind blowing, it's hard set his own mother would be to
say what man was it.

CATHLEEN
It's Michael, God spare him, for they're after sending us a bit
of his clothes from the far north.

[She reaches out and hands Maurya the clothes that belonged to
Michael. Maurya stands up slowly, and takes them into her
hands. NORA looks out.]

NORA
They're carrying a thing among them and there's water dripping
out of it and leaving a track by the big stones.

CATHLEEN
[In a whisper to the women who have come in.]

Is it Bartley it is?

ONE OF THE WOMEN
It is surely, God rest his soul.

[Two younger women come in and pull out the table. Then men
carry in the body of Bartley, laid on a plank, with a bit of a
sail over it, and lay it on the table.]

CATHLEEN
[To the women, as they are doing so.]

What way was he drowned?

ONE OF THE WOMEN
The gray pony knocked him into the sea, and he was washed out
where there is a great surf on the white rocks.

[Maurya has gone over and knelt down at the head of the table.
The women are keening softly and swaying themselves with a slow
movement. Cathleen and Nora kneel at the other end of the
table. The men kneel near the door.]

MAURYA
[Raising her head and speaking as if she did not see the people
around her.]

They're all gone now, and there isn't anything more the sea can
do to me. . . . I'll have no call now to be up crying and
praying when the wind breaks from the south, and you can hear
the surf is in the east, and the surf is in the west, making a
great stir with the two noises, and they hitting one on the
other. I'll have no call now to be going down and getting Holy
Water in the dark nights after Samhain, and I won't care what
way the sea is when the other women will be keening. To Nora].
Give me the Holy Water, Nora, there's a small sup still on the
dresser.

[Nora gives it to her.]

MAURYA
[Drops Michael's clothes across Bartley's feet, and sprinkles
the Holy Water over him.]

It isn't that I haven't prayed for you, Bartley, to the
Almighty God. It isn't that I haven't said prayers in the dark
night till you wouldn't know what I'ld be saying; but it's a
great rest I'll have now, and it's time surely. It's a great
rest I'll have now, and great sleeping in the long nights after
Samhain, if it's only a bit of wet flour we do have to eat, and
maybe a fish that would be stinking.

[She kneels down again, crossing herself, and saying prayers
under her breath.]

CATHLEEN
[To an old man.]

Maybe yourself and Eamon would make a coffin when the sun
rises. We have fine white boards herself bought, God help her,
thinking Michael would be found, and I have a new cake you can
eat while you'll be working.

THE OLD MAN
[Looking at the boards.]

Are there nails with them?

CATHLEEN
There are not, Colum; we didn't think of the nails.

ANOTHER MAN
It's a great wonder she wouldn't think of the nails, and all
the coffins she's seen made already.

CATHLEEN
It's getting old she is, and broken.

[Maurya stands up again very slowly and spreads out the pieces
of Michael's clothes beside the body, sprinkling them with the
last of the Holy Water.]

NORA
[In a whisper to Cathleen.]

She's quiet now and easy; but the day Michael was drowned you
could hear her crying out from this to the spring well. It's
fonder she was of Michael, and would any one have thought that?

CATHLEEN
[Slowly and clearly.]

An old woman will be soon tired with anything she will do, and
isn't it nine days herself is after crying and keening, and
making great sorrow in the house?

MAURYA
[Puts the empty cup mouth downwards on the table, and lays her
hands together on Bartley's feet.]

They're all together this time, and the end is come. May the
Almighty God have mercy on Bartley's soul, and on Michael's
soul, and on the souls of Sheamus and Patch, and Stephen and
Shawn (bending her head]); and may He have mercy on my soul,
Nora, and on the soul of every one is left living in the world.

[She pauses, and the keen rises a little more loudly from the
women, then sinks away.]

MAURYA
[Continuing.]

Michael has a clean burial in the far north, by the grace of
the Almighty God. Bartley will have a fine coffin out of the
white boards, and a deep grave surely. What more can we
want than that? No man at all can be living for ever, and we
must be satisfied.

[She kneels down again and the curtain falls slowly.]