She goes
to him_.
BRIAN
You have thought for your father, and you have no thought for me.
MAIRE
Indeed I have thought for you.
BRIAN
O Maire, my jewel, do you care for me at all?
_She kisses him_.
BRIAN
Maire!
_She rises_.
MAIRE
I'm going to call my father.
BRIAN
You go to him, and you go from me.
MAIRE
You are both my care: my father and yourself.
BRIAN
What will become of me when you go?
MAIRE
Isn't it right, Brian, that I should be with my father on the
roads? Even if I was in your house, I would be thinking that I
should watch over him.
BRIAN
Then it's good-bye you'd be saying?
MAIRE
Good-bye, Brian MacConnell.
BRIAN
_(at door)_ Good-bye, Maire Hourican; gold and jewels, ships
on the sea, may you have them all.
_He goes out. With a cry Maire follows him to the door. She stands
before door for a minute, then she goes back to table, and throwing
herself down, remains with her head buried in her hands. James
Moynihan comes in. Maire raises her head, and remains looking before
her. James comes to table, and puts flowers beside Maire_.
JAMES
We gathered them for you, Maire. They're the woodbine. We were
saying that you would be glad of the flower of the road. _(Maire
puts her hand on the flowers. James goes to the fire)_ Anne remembers
a good deal about the road. She minds of the grassy ditches, where
the two of you used to catch the young birds.
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