MAIRE
You're always thinking of them. You never think of your own.
Many's the time your own cried tears over your playing.
CONN (passionately, starting up) I'll go out of the house.
MAIRE
Let you stay here.
CONN (going towards entrance) I'll go out of the house, I tell you.
MAIRE
No.
Conn goes over to the fire.
CONN God help me that ever came into this country at all. (He sits down on the armchair, his hands resting on his stick) I had friends once, and was well thought of; I can tell you that, my daughter. MAIRE I know that. CONN Well, you can have your own way with me now.
MAIRE Why can't you stay here? There's lots to be done here. Our fields are a laughing-stock to the neighbours, they're that poor and wasted. Let us put all our minds into working, and have a good place of our own.
CONN Ay, and the grabbers and informers of this place would think well of you then.
MAIRE
Who do you call grabbers and informers?