—Hanne, one of us two'll have to go. One of us two. Yes, yes,'tis true.
You c'n look at me. That can't be changed.
MRS. HENSCHEL
I'm to go away? You want to drive me away?
HENSCHEL
We'll see about that later—who has to go! Maybe 'twill be me, an' maybe 'twill be you. If I was to go … I know this for sure—you wouldn't be scared about yourself. You're able to look after the business like a man.—But 's I said: it don't matter about me.
MRS. HENSCHEL
If one of us has to go—I'll go. I'm still strong enough. I'll leave an' nobody needn't see me no more. The horses an' the waggons—they're all yours. You got the business from your father an' you can't go an' leave it. I'll go an' then the trouble'll be over.
HENSCHEL
'Tis easy sayin' that. We got to consider one thing at a time.