JUDITH:
Why do you call on Jim? He’s not come home yet?
But I must go, before your son brings back ...
Give me the bairn ...

ELIZA (_withholding the baby_):
Nay, daughter, not till I learn
The father’s name.

JUDITH:
What right have you ...

ELIZA:
God kens ...
And yet ...

JUDITH:
Give me the bairn. You’ll never learn
The father’s name from me.

ELIZA:
Go, daughter, go.
What ill-chance made you come to-day, of all days?

JUDITH:
Why not to-day? Come, woman, I’d ken that,
Before I go. I’ve half a mind to stay.

ELIZA:
Nay, lass, you said ...