Jane.
I don't care what they bid. If you took to that fiddle and went away, would you forget me soon?
Robbie John.
Forget you, Jane? What makes you think that? Sure you know I gave it up sooner than lose you.
Jane.
Then take that fiddle and do what your heart tells you to. I wondered often and often what it was that made you so sad, and I know now. God made you a musician and not a farmer.
Robbie John.
And you? What would you do?
Jane.
I know and trust some day God willing, you'll come back to me, rich and famous enough to have them all at your feet. I know you will.