Rock: Didn't you get very wicked and hurtful,
you that was a nice class of a woman without no
harm!
Flannery: Ah, Ma'am, you that was easy-minded,
it is not kind for you to be a scold.
Mother: And another thing, it was the same
day where Michael Flannery (turns to him) came in
an' told me of you being grown so covetous you
had made away with your dog, by reason you
begrudged it its diet.
Rock: (To Flannery.) You had a great deal to
say about me!
Mother: And more than that again, he said
you had it buried secretly, and had it personated,
creeping around the haggard in the half dark
and you barking, the way the neighbours would
think it to be living yet and as wicked as it was
before.
Rock: (To Flannery.) I'll bring you into the
Courts for telling lies!
Mother: (Coming near Rock and speaking into
his ear.) And there's another thing I know, and
that I made a promise to her that was your wife
not to tell, but death has that promise broke.
Rock: Stop, can't you!
Mother: I know by sure witness that it was
you found the forty pound he (points to Flannery,
who nods) lost on the road, and kept it for your
own profit. Bring me now, I dare you, into the
Courts!
Rock: (Fearfully.) That one would remember
the world! It is as if she went to the grinding
young!