[To Nora.] Get me out of it, Nora, for the love of God. He always
did what you bid him, and I'm thinking he would do it now.

NORA
[Looking at the Tramp.] Is it dead he is or living?

DAN
[Turning towards her.] It's little you care if it's dead or
living I am, but there'll be an end now of your fine times, and
all the talk you have of young men and old men, and of the mist
coming up or going down. (He opens the door.) You'll walk out
now from that door, Nora Burke, and it's not to-morrow, or the
next day, or any day of your life, that you'll put in your foot
through it again.

TRAMP
[Standing up.] It's a hard thing you're saying for an old man,
master of the house, and what would the like of her do if you put
her out on the roads?

DAN
Let her walk round the like of Peggy Cavanagh below, and be
begging money at the cross-road, or selling songs to the men.
(To Nora.) Walk out now, Nora Burke, and it's soon you'll be
getting old with that life, I'm telling you; it's soon your
teeth'll be falling and your head'll be the like of a bush where
sheep do be leaping a gap.

[He pauses: she looks round at Micheal.]