Faoi Dheireadh Thiar (tuilleadh)
At Long Last (continued)

• (Tagann MAIRIN ar ais, tae i gcupán le gob as aici)
  MAIRIN: Anois, a Mheaig, ól as a ghob é seo is ní dhóirtfigh tú é.
  MEAIG: O, a Dheaidin, cén sort sine mhuire i seo? (Níl focal as MEAIG agus MAIRIN á tabhairt léi sa gcathaoir.)
  DARACH: Tá a fhios ag Mac Dé go bhfuil sí meallta leo acu is mé a cheapadh go gcuirfeadh sí na spoir i dtalamh as cosa i dtaca.
  COILMÍN: M’anam nach bhfuil aon mhaith ag tabhairt á ndúshlán istigh anseo, deirimse leat.
  (TAIMÍN tar éis éiri agus dul ar a ghlúine os comhair Dharach.)
  TAIMÍN: In Ainm an Athar is an Mhic is an Spioraid Naoimh, Aiméan.
  DARACH: Cén sórt frakes atá seo?

  (MAIRIN comes back, tea in a cup with a spout)
  MAIRIN: Now Meg, Drink this from its spout and you will not spill it.
  MEAIG: Oh, God, what kind of virgin´s nipple is this? (There’s no word from MEAIG and MAIRIN brings her to the chair.)
  DARACH: The Son of God knows she is attracted to them and I would think she would put the spurs in the ground on the spot.
  COILMÍN: My soul, there is no good in challenging them inside here, I say to you.
  (TAIMÍN after rising has gone on his knees before Darach.))
  TAIMÍN: In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.
  DARACH: What kind of freaks are these?

  gob	beak, point, spout
  doirt	pour, spoll, shed	v
  meall	Beguile, charm; entice; Delude, deceive; disappoint
  spor	spur	m gs npl spoir
  taca	prop, support	m
  dúshlán	Challenge, defiance	m

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