MURTAGH COSGAR
Ay, why not?
MARTIN DOURAS And we could talk about the land, and about Matt, too. Wouldn't it be a heart-break if any of our children went—because of a thing we might—
MURTAGH COSGAR (fiercely) What have you to say about Matt?
MARTIN DOURAS (stammering) Nothing except in a—in what you might call a general way. There's many a young man left house and land for the sake of some woman, Murtagh Cosgar.
MURTAGH COSGAR
There's many a fool did it.
MARTIN DOURAS (going to door) Ay, maybe; maybe. I'll be going now, Murtagh.
MURTAGH COSGAR Stop! (clutching him) You know about Matt. What woman is he thinking of?
MARTIN DOURAS (frightened) We'll talk about it again, Murtagh. I said I'd be back.
MURTAGH COSGAR
We'll talk about it now. Who is she? What name has she?
MARTIN DOURAS (breaking from him and speaking with sudden dignity) It's a good name, Murtagh Cosgar; it's my own name.