Donagh: Down to the people breaking the ground. They will be waiting for word of your home-coming.
Mrs. Ford: Ah, sure you ought to have the people up here, a mhic. I'd like to see all the old neighbours about me and hear the music of their voices.
Hugh: Very well. I'll step down and bid them up. (He goes.)
Mrs. Ford: You'll have the anxiety of the farm on your mind from this out, Donagh.
Donagh: Well, it is not the hut, with the hunger of the bog about it, that I will be bringing Agnes into now.
Mrs. Ford: Agnes, come here, love, until I look upon the sweetness of your face. (Agnes goes to her, kneeling by her side.) You'll be in this place with Donagh. It is a great inheritance you will have in the name of Donagh Ford. It is no idle name that will be in this house but the name of one who knew a great strength. It will be a long line of generations that the name of the Fords will reach out to, generations reaching to the time that Ireland herself will rise by the power of her own will.
Agnes (rising): You will only sadden yourself by these thoughts. Think of what there is in store for you.
Mrs. Ford: I'm an old woman now, child. There can be no fresh life before me. But I can tell you that I was young and full of courage once. I was the woman who stood by the side of Donagh Ford, that gave him support in the day of trial, that was always the strong branch in the storm and in the calm. Am I saying any word only what is a true word, Donagh?
Donagh: The truth of that is well known to the people. (He goes to door.)
Mrs. Ford: Very well. Gather up all the people now, son. Let them come in about this place for many of them have a memory of it. Let me hear the welcome of their voices. They will have good words to say, speaking on the greatness of Donagh Ford who is dead.