Ralph: It is what herself is saying, you to be quitting the world as it seems, it is as good for you make over to her your crock of gold.
Damer: I would not wish, for all the glories of Ireland, to leave temptation in the path of my own sister or my kin, or to twist a gad for their neck.
Delia: (To Ralph.) Tell him I'll chance it.
Damer: At the time of the judgment of the mountain, when the sun and moon will be all one with two blackberries, it is not being pampered with plenty will serve you, beside being great with the angels!
Delia: (Shrinking back.) I would as soon nearly not get it at all, where it might bring me to the wretched state of Damer! (Dog heard barking.)
Damer: I'll go bring my poor Jubair out of this. A great sin and a great pity to be losing provision with a dog, and the image of the saints maybe to be going hungry and bare. How do I know what troop might be bearing witness against me before the gate of heaven? To be cherishing a ravenous beast might be setting his teeth in their limbs! To give charity to the poor is the best religion in Ireland. Didn't our Lord Himself go beg through three and thirty years? (He goes.)
Delia: (Coming forward.) Will you believe me now telling you he is gone unsteady in the head?
Staffy: I see no other sign. He is a gone man surely. His understanding warped and turned backward. To see him blighted the way he is would stir the heart of a stone.
Ralph: He surely got some vision or some warning, or there lit on him a fit or a stroke.
Staffy: Twice a child and only once a man. He is turned to be innocent with age.