Nurse: If they have, there is not so much of
it in you as would redden a rib of scutch-grass.
Taig: You are crazed with folly and age.
Nurse: No, but I have my wits good enough.
You ought to be as slippery as a living eel, I'll
get satisfaction on you yet! I'll show out who
you are!
Taig: Who am I so?
Nurse: That is what I have to get knowledge
of, if I must ask it at the mouth of cold hell!
Taig: Do your best! I dare you!
Nurse: I will save my darling from you as sure
as there's rocks on the strand! A girl that refused
sons of the kings of the world!
Taig: And I will drag your darling from you
as sure as there's foxes in Oughtmana!
Nurse: Oughtmana ...Is that now your living
place?
Taig: It is not.... I told you I came from
the far-off kingdom of Sorcha. Look at my cloak
that has on it the sign of the risen sun!