Good evening, kindly stranger, it's a wild night, God help you,
to be out in the rain falling.

TRAMP
It is, surely, and I walking to Brittas from the Aughrim fair.

NORA
Is it walking on your feet, stranger?

TRAMP
On my two feet, lady of the house, and when I saw the light below
I thought maybe if you'd a sup of new milk and a quiet decent
corner where a man could sleep (he looks in past her and sees the
dead man).] The Lord have mercy on us all!

NORA
It doesn't matter anyway, stranger, come in out of the rain.

TRAMP
[Coming in slowly and going towards the bed.] Is it departed he
is?

NORA
It is, stranger. He's after dying on me, God forgive him, and
there I am now with a hundred sheep beyond on the hills, and no
turn drawn for the winter.

TRAMP
[Looking closely at the dead man.] It's a queer look is on him
for a man that's dead.