MICHEAL
[Timidly.] There's a fine Union below in Rathdrum.

DAN
The like of her would never go there. . . . It's lonesome roads
she'll be going and hiding herself away till the end will come,
and they find her stretched like a dead sheep with the frost on
her, or the big spiders, maybe, and they putting their webs on
her, in the butt of a ditch.

NORA
[Angrily.] What way will yourself be that day, Daniel Burke?
What way will you be that day and you lying down a long while in
your grave? For it's bad you are living, and it's bad you'll be
when you're dead. (She looks at him a moment fiercely, then half
turns away and speaks plaintively again.) Yet, if it is itself,
Daniel Burke, who can help it at all, and let you be getting up
into your bed, and not be taking your death with the wind blowing
on you, and the rain with it, and you half in your skin.

DAN
It's proud and happy you'ld be if I was getting my death the day
I was shut of yourself. (Pointing to the door.) Let you walk out
through that door, I'm telling you, and let you not be passing
this way if it's hungry you are, or wanting a bed.

TRAMP
[Pointing to Micheal.] Maybe himself would take her.

NORA