Bridget: You did not tell us your name yet, ma'am.
Old Woman: Some call me the Poor Old Woman, and there are some that call me Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.
Peter: What is that sound I hear?
Patrick: I don't hear anything. [He listens.] I hear it now. It's like cheering. [He goes to the window and looks out.] I wonder what they are cheering about. I don't see anybody.
Old Woman: If anyone would give me help he must give me himself, he must give me all.