BRIAN
I'm building a house for you, Maire. I'm raising it day by day.
MAIRE
You left me long by myself.
BRIAN
It's often I came to see the light in the window.
MAIRE
Brian, my father wants to go back to the roads.
Brian goes and sits by her.
BRIAN
I know that Conn would like to go back.
MAIRE He wants to go on the roads, to go by himself from place to place.
BRIAN
Maybe he has the right to go.
MAIRE He has the right to go. It's the life of a fiddler to be on the roads.
BRIAN
But you won't go on the roads.