(_Breaks off abruptly, and stands, gazing before her, clasping the baby to her bosom._)
JUDITH: Why don"t you finish?
"Ay, even though its mother ..." you were saying.
ELIZA: It"s ill work, calling names.
JUDITH: You needn"t fear To make me blush by calling me any name That hasn"t stung me to the quick already.
My pious father had a holy tongue; And he had searched the Scriptures to some purpose.
ELIZA (_gazing before her in an abstracted manner_): Ay: likely enough.... Poor bairn, poor little bairn-- It"s strange, but, as you snuggled to my breast, I could have fancied, a moment, "twas Jim I held In my arms again. I"m growing old and foolish, To have such fancies.
JUDITH: Fancied "twas Jim, your son-- My b.a.s.t.a.r.d brat?
ELIZA: Shame on you, woman, to call Your own bairn such, poor innocent. It"s not To blame for being a chance-bairn. Yet ... O Jim!
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: G.o.d 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, la.s.s, you said ...
JUDITH: I"ve said a lot, in my time.
I"ve changed my mind. "Twas Jim I came to see-- Though why, G.o.d kens! I liked the singing-hinny: Happen, there"ll be some more for me, if I stay.
I find I cannot thrive on nettle-broth: And it"s not every day ...
ELIZA: Judith, you ken.
JUDITH: Ken? I ken nothing, but what you tell me.
ELIZA: Daughter, I"ll tell you all. You"ll never have the heart ...
JUDITH: The heart!
ELIZA: To stay and shame us, when you ken all.
JUDITH: All?
ELIZA: When you talked of weddings, you"d hit the truth: And Jim brings home his bride to-day. Even now ...
JUDITH: And Jim brings home ...
ELIZA: I looked for them by this: But you"ve still time ...
JUDITH: The bride comes home to-day.
Brides should come home: it"s right a man should bring His bride home--ay! And we must go, my wean, To spare her blushes. We"re no company For bride and bridegroom. Happen, we should meet them, You must not cry to him: I must not lift My eyes to his. We"re nothing now to him.
Your cry might tell her heart too much: my eyes Might meet her eyes, and tell ... It isn"t good For a bride to know too much. So, we must hide In the ditch, as they pa.s.s by, if we should chance To meet them on the road--their road and ours-- The same road, though we"re travelling different ways.
The bride comes home. Brides come home every day.
And you and I ...
ELIZA: There"s nothing else for it.
JUDITH: There"s nothing else?
ELIZA: Nay, la.s.s! How could you bide?
They"ll soon ... But, you"ll not meet them, if you go ...
JUDITH: Go, where?
ELIZA: And how should I ken where you"re bound for?
I thought you might be making home.
JUDITH: Home--home!
I might be making home? And where"s my home-- Ay, and my bairn"s home, if it be not here?
ELIZA: Here? You"d not stay?
JUDITH: Why not? Have I no right?
ELIZA: If you"ll not go for my sake, go for Jim"s.
If you were fond ...
JUDITH: And, think you, I"d be here, If I had not been fond of Jim? And yet, Why should I spare him? He"s not spared me much, Who gave him all a woman has to give.
ELIZA: But, think of her, the bride, and her home-coming.
JUDITH: I"ll go.
ELIZA: You lose but little: too well I ken How little--I, who"ve dwelt this forty-year At Krindlesyke.
JUDITH: Happen you never loved.
ELIZA: I, too, was young, once, daughter.
JUDITH: Ay: and yet, You"ve never tramped the road I"ve had to travel.
G.o.d send it stretch not forty-year!