MATTHIAS. “The oars pulling--”
_He stops suddenly, and puts his hand to his head._
PADRAIC. What’s on you, Matthias?
EOGHAN. Are you sick, Matthias?
MATTHIAS. Something that came on my head. It’s nothing. What’s this I
was saying?
COILIN. You were saying the “_Báidín_,” Matthias, but don’t mind if you
don’t feel well. Are you sick?
MATTHIAS. Sick? By my word, I’m not sick. What would make me sick? We’ll
start again:
“Isn’t it fine, my little boat, sailing on the bay.”