ANNIE;   He’s sore hurted. A broadsword... He’s wi’ the surgeon now. They dinna ken if he’ll live.
MARY;    I must go -
MORAG; I’ll go wi’ ye. (MARY looks doubtful; MORAG takes her hand) He’s my brother, Mary. (They turn to the door.)
TEENA;   Mind on your shawls! Give me the bairn, I’ll see to her.
MARY;    (to ANNIE); God damn you an’ your charm to hell!                              
 (MARY and MORAG hurry out together.
TEENA;   Tell me true, Annie MacPhee - what hope for Davie?
ANNIE;   He’s lost his right hand, an’ the half o’ his face. He’s blinded. Aye, he’s a fearsome sight. But they say he could live. Maybe. (Pause)   Or would ye hae another guinea handy?
TEENA;   It took me eight year to save the last one.
ANNIE;   Na, it took you seven year tae mak’ up yer mind, an’ ae year tae save.  Or dae ye want to gang through it a’ again? (Pause) Dae ye want to see yer good-daughter an’ yer son suffer the same hell as yersel’ an’ yer ain man?  An’ you wi’ them. Again. Or will ye hae mercy on ye all? He’ll just fall quietly asleep, gang safe an’ hale tae his Maker wi’ nae mair pain - for him or you, or Mary.
TEENA;   Stop trying to persuade me!
ANNIE;   I’m no persuadin’ ye. I’m tellin’ ye the truth. An’ you ken it.
TEENA;   You an’ your charm!
ANNIE;   I promised her he’d come back, an’ he has done. It was her said safe, no me. Her. (Pause) An’ you afore her.
TEENA;   (despairing) But twice!
ANNIE;   (pragmatic) Aye. It happens.