The Town: + 

I wonder what that woman that came home with him thinks about it, now he’s taken another one. If I were that Saunders girl I wouldn’t take a man that brought another woman right up to my door, you might say. And that new one, what’ll she do now? Go away and get another man, I guess. Hope she’ll learn enough to get a well one this time.⁠ ⁠… Funny goings-on in that house. And a preacher of the gospel, too. Even if he is Episcopal. If he wasn’t such a nice man.⁠ ⁠… + 

George Farr: + 

It isn’t true, Cecily, darling, sweetheart. You can’t, you can’t. After your body prone and narrow as a pool dividing.⁠ ⁠… + 

The Town: + 

I hear that boy of Mahon’s, that hurt fellow, and that girl of Saunders’ are going to get married. My wife said they never would, but I said all the time⁠ ⁠… + 

Mrs. Burney: + 

Men don’t know. They should of looked out for him better. Saying he never wanted for nothing.⁠ ⁠… + 

George Farr: + 

Cecily, Cecily.⁠ ⁠… Is this death? + 

The Town: + 

There’s that soldier that came with Mahon. I guess that woman will take him now. But maybe she don’t have to. He might have been saving time himself. + 

Well, wouldn’t you, if you was him? + 

Sergeant Madden: + 

Powers. Powers.⁠ ⁠… A man’s face spitted like a moth on a lance of flame. Powers.⁠ ⁠… Rotten luck for her. + 

Mrs. Burney: + 

Dewey, my boy.⁠ ⁠… + 

Sergeant Madden: + 

No, ma’am. He was all right. We did all we could.⁠ ⁠… + 

Cecily Saunders: + 

Yes, yes, Donald. I will, I will! I will get used to your poor face, Donald! George, my dear love, take me away, George! + 

Sergeant Madden: + 

Yes, yes, he was all right.⁠ ⁠… A man on a fire-step, screaming with fear. + 

George Farr: + 

Cecily, how could you? How could you? + 

The Town: + 

That girl⁠ ⁠… time she was took in hand by somebody. Running around town nearly nekkid. Good thing he’s blind, ain’t it? + 

Guess she hopes he’ll stay blind, too.⁠ ⁠… + 

Margaret Powers: + 

No, no, goodbye, dear dead Dick, ugly dead Dick.⁠ ⁠… + 

Joe Gilligan: + 

He is dying, he gets the woman he doesn’t want even, while I am not dying.⁠ ⁠… Margaret, what shall I do? What can I say? + 

Emmy: + 

Come here, Emmy? Ah, come to me, Donald. But he is dead. + 

Cecily Saunders: + 

George, my lover, my poor dear.⁠ ⁠… What have we done? + 

Mrs. Burney: + 

Dewey, Dewey, so brave, so young.⁠ ⁠… + 

(This was Donald, my son. He is dead.) + 