What right have you ...
Eliza:
God kens ...
And yet ...
Judith:
Give me the bairn. You’ll never learn
The father’s name from me.
Eliza:
Go, daughter, go.
What ill-chance made you come to-day, of all days?
Judith:
Why not to-day? Come, woman, I’d ken that,
Before I go. I’ve half a mind to stay.
Eliza: