CONN
And is a man to have no life to himself?
MAIRE
That's talk just. It's time you thought of your own place and
your own children. It's time you gave up caring for the praise of
foolish people,
CONN
Foolish people, did you say?
MAIRE
Ay, foolish people. You had all your life to yourself, and you
went here and there, straying from place to place, and caring only
for the praise of foolish people.
CONN
God help you, if that's your way of thinking! Sure the world
knows that a man is born with the gift, and isn't the gift then the
sign of the grace of God? Foolish people, indeed! Them that know the
gift have some of the grace of God, no matter how poor they may be.
MAIRE
You're always thinking of them. You never think of your own.
Many's the time your own cried tears over your playing.
CONN
_(passionately, starting up)_ I'll go out of the house.
MAIRE
Let you stay here.
CONN
_(going towards entrance)_ I'll go out of the house, I tell you.
MAIRE
No.
_Conn goes over to the fire._
CONN
God help me that ever came into this country at all. _(He sits
down on the armchair, his hands resting on his stick)_ I had friends
once, and was well thought of; I can tell you that, my daughter.
MAIRE I know that. CONN Well, you can have your own way with me now.
MAIRE
Why can't you stay here? There's lots to be done here.
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