BRIAN
How was I to know that you would take that quarrel to heart?

MAIRE
I thought you were strong, but I see now that you are only a
man who forces himself to harsh behaviour. I have my own way to go;
my father wants to go back to the roads, and it's right that I
should be with him, to watch over him.

BRIAN
What shelter will you have on the road?

MAIRE
I'll have the quiet of evening, and my own thoughts, and I'll
follow the music; I'll laugh and hold up my head again.

BRIAN
Maire Hourican, would you leave me?

MAIRE
What can I do for you, Brian MacConnell?

_Brian goes to settle, and puts his hands before his eyes. She goes
to him_.

BRIAN
You have thought for your father, and you have no thought for me.

MAIRE
Indeed I have thought for you.