BRIAN
And why would you go from it? MAIRE You might come with us to
Ardagh, Brian.
BRIAN
Your father might stay with us when he'd be in this country.
MAIRE
That's true; I'm glad to think on that.
BRIAN
Give me your promise, Maire.
MAIRE We'll talk on the road. There's the blackbird. I'll hear him every evening on the road, and I'll think I'm a day nearer home.
BRIAN
Sure you'd leave them all to come with me.
MAIRE Ay, I think I would. (She takes up a new kerchief, and puts it on her, standing before the mirror) Do you know where I saw you first, Brian?
BRIAN
Where was it, Maire?
MAIRE
In a field by the road. You were breaking a horse.
BRIAN
I was always a good hand with a horse.