Hazel: They'll put me down as a grabber that was ready to quench a widow's fire!
Mineog: Oh, where are you running to at all my dear man!
Hazel: And I not to be able at that time to rise up and to get satisfaction! I to be wandering as a shadow and to see some schemer spilling out his lies! That would be the most grief in death! I to hit him a blow of my fist and he maybe not to feel it or to think it to be but a breeze of wind!
Mineog: You are going too far entirely!
Hazel: I to give out a strong curse on him and on his posterity and his land. It would kill my heart if he would take it to be no human voice, but some vanity like the hissing of geese!
Mineog: I myself would recognise your voice, and you to be living or dead.
Hazel: You say that now. But my ghost to come calling to you in the night time to rise up and to clear my character, you would run shivering to the priest as from some unnatural thing. You would call to him to come banish me with a Mass!
Mineog: The Lord be between us and harm.
Hazel: To have no power of revenge after death! My strength to go nourish weeds and grass! A lie to be told and I living I could go lay my case before the courts. So I will too! I'll silence you! I'll learn you to have done with misspellings and with death notices! I'll hinder you bringing in Casserlys! I go take advice from the lawyer! (Goes towards door.)
Mineog: I'll go lay down my own case and the way that you have my life threatened!