What hopes have you to hold to?
OLD WOMAN.
The hope of getting my beautiful fields back again; the hope of putting the strangers out of my house.
MICHAEL.
What way will you do that, ma’am?
OLD WOMAN.
I have good friends that will help me. They are gathering to help me now. I am not afraid. If they are put down to-day they will get the upper hand to-morrow. [She gets up.] I must be going to meet my friends. They are coming to help me and I must be there to welcome them. I must call the neighbours together to welcome them.
MICHAEL.
I will go with you.
BRIDGET.