What would he do with me now?

TRAMP
Give you the half of a dry bed, and good food in your mouth.

DAN
Is it a fool you think him, stranger, or is it a fool you were
born yourself? Let her walk out of that door, and let you go
along with her, stranger -- if it's raining itself -- for it's
too much talk you have surely.

TRAMP
[Going over to Nora.] We'll be going now, lady of the house --
the rain is falling, but the air is kind and maybe it'll be a
grand morning by the grace of God.

NORA
What good is a grand morning when I'm destroyed surely, and I
going out to get my death walking the roads?

TRAMP
You'll not be getting your death with myself, lady of the house,
and I knowing all the ways a man can put food in his mouth. . . .
We'll be going now, I'm telling you, and the time you'll be
feeling the cold, and the frost, and the great rain, and the sun
again, and the south wind blowing in the glens, you'll not be
sitting up on a wet ditch, the way you're after sitting in the
place, making yourself old with looking on each day, and it
passing you by. You'll be saying one time, "It's a grand evening,
by the grace of God," and another time, "It's a wild night, God