Whose brat? And who should ken—although they say,
It’s a wise father knows his own child. Ay!
If he’s the devil, you’re the devil’s brat,
And I’m the devil’s daddy. Happen you came
Before the parson had time to read the prayers.
But, he’s a rum dad ...
(Judith Ellershaw steps forward to take the child from Ezra.)
Jim:
Judith Ellershaw!
Why, lass, where ever have ...
(He steps towards her, then stops in confusion. Nobody speaks as Judith goes towards the settle, takes the child from Ezra, and wraps it in her shawl. She is moving to the door when Phœbe steps before her and closes it, then turns and faces Judith.)
Phœbe:
You shall not go.
Judith:
And who are you to stop me? Come, make way—
Come, woman, let me pass.
Phœbe: