I won't lose it, Ellen. Neither will
I lose you.
ELLEN
O Matt, what's the land after all? Do you ever think of America?
The streets, the shops, the throngs?
MATT
The land is better than that when you come to know it, Ellen.
ELLEN
May be it is.
MATT
I've set my heart on a new house. Ay and he'll build one for us
when he knows my mind.
ELLEN
Do you think he'd build a new house for us, Matt? I could
settle down if we were by ourselves. Maybe it's true that there are
things stirring and we could begin a new life, even here.
MATT
We can, Ellen, we can. Hush! father's without.
_Martin Douras and Murtagh Cosgar are heard exchanging greetings.
Then Murtagh comes in, Martin behind him. Murtagh Cosgar is about
sixty. He is a hard, strong man, seldom-spoken, but with a flow of
words and some satirical power. He is still powerful, mentally and
physically. He is clean shaven, and wears a sleeved waistcoat, heavy
boots, fell hat. He goes towards Ellen._
MURTAGH
Good morrow to you. _(Turning to Matt)_ When I get speaking
to that Sally again, she'll remember what I say. Giving cabbage to
the pigs, and all the bad potatoes in the house. And I had to get up
in the clouds of the night to turn the cows out of the young meadow.
No thought, no care about me. Let you take the harness outside and
put a thong where there's a strain in it.
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