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Maire Bruin.

What do I care if I have given this house,
Where I must hear all day a bitter tongue,
Into the power of faeries!

Bridget Bruin.

You know well
How calling the good people by that name
Or talking of them over much at all
May bring all kinds of evil on the house.

Maire Bruin.

Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house!
Let me have all the freedom I have lost—
Work when I will and idle when I will!
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Father Hart.

You cannot know the meaning of your words!