MARY
Let me go.
ELLEN
No.
MARY
Ye won’t?
POLLY
Haud yer wheish, lass. It’s fur yer ain guid.
MARY
Why huv ye locked thon door? Ye’re cheatin’ me. Ye’re cruel. A can dae nae guid here. Let me go tae ‘im. A must go. A wull. [The two women have now faced each other; there is a violent knocking at the door.