[Peter goes to the box and takes out a shilling.]
Bridget [to the Old Woman]. Will you have a drink of milk?
Old Woman. It is not food or drink that I want.
Peter [offering the shilling]. Here is something for you.
Old Woman. That is not what I want. It is not silver I want.
Peter. What is it you would be asking for?
Old Woman. If anyone would give me help he must give me himself, he must give me all.
[Peter goes over to the table, staring at the shilling in his hand in a bewildered way, and stands whispering to Bridget.]
Michael. Have you no one to care you in your age, ma'am?
Old Woman. I have not. With all the lovers that brought me their love, I never set out the bed for any.