BRIAN
They were telling you about me?
MAIRE
I know you, Brian MacConnell.
BRIAN
You don't know how I care for you, or you couldn't talk to me
like that. Many's the time I left the spade in the ground, and went
across the bogs and the rushes, to think of you. You come between me
and the work I'd be doing. Ay, and if Heaven opened out before me,
you would come between me and Heaven itself.
MAIRE
It's easy taking a girl's heart.
BRIAN
And I long to have more than walls and a roof to offer you.
I'd have jewels and gold for you. I'd have ships on the sea for you.
MAIRE
It's easy to take a girl's heart with the words of a song.
BRIAN
I'm building a house for you, Maire. I'm raising it day by day.
MAIRE
You left me long by myself.
BRIAN
It's often I came to see the light in the window.
MAIRE
Brian, my father wants to go back to the roads.
_Brian goes and sits by her_.
BRIAN
I know that Conn would like to go back.
MAIRE
He wants to go on the roads, to go by himself from place to
place.
BRIAN
Maybe he has the right to go.
MAIRE
He has the right to go. It's the life of a fiddler to be on
the roads.
BRIAN
But you won't go on the roads.
MAIRE
Oh, what am I to do, Brian?
BRIAN
Do you think of me at all, Maire?
MAIRE
Indeed I think of you. Until to-day I'd neither laugh nor cry
but on account of you.
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