Riders to the Sea " by John Millington Synge "

[~ A7lA DoNiA ~]

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

MAURYA: 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.]

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