Go, where?
Eliza:
And how should I ken where you’re bound for?
I thought you might be making home.
Judith:
Home—home!
I might be making home? And where’s my home—
Ay, and my bairn’s home, if it be not here?
Eliza:
Here? You’d not stay?
Judith:
Why not? Have I no right?
Eliza: