Sabina Silver. Oh, Paul, I never thought to find you like this! He's not dead; he'll come round yet.
Charlie Ward. [Opens his shirt and puts in his hand on his heart.] Paul!
Paul Ruttledge. Ah! Charlie, give me the soldering iron—no, bring me the lap anvil—I'm as good a tinker as any of you.
Charlie Ward. He thinks he's back on the roads with us! He is done for.
Sabina Silver. I knew he'd have to come back to me to die after all; it's a lonesome thing to die among strangers.
Paul Ruttledge. That is right, that is right, take me up in your brazen claws. But no—no—I will not go out beyond Saturn into the dark. Take me down—down to that field under the earth, under the roots of the grave.
Sabina Silver. I don't know what he is saying. I never could understand his talk.
Paul Ruttledge. O plunge me into the wine barrel, into the wine barrel of God.
Sabina Silver. Won't you speak to me, Paul? Don't you know me? I am Sibby; don't you remember me, Sibby, your wife?
Charlie Ward. He sees you now; I think he knows you.