KITTY Wisha, indeed, now!  And who told you I am going to wed Finbarr Delahunty?  And he a more miserable shoneen than his old crawthumping humbug of a father.

DONAL If you’ll speak as disrespectfully as that again about any of my friends you’ll be sorry for it.  ’Tis I’m tellin’ you that you are to wed Finbarr Delahunty and that’s information enough for you, my damsel.

KITTY I’ll spare you the trouble of picking a man for me, father.

MRS. CORCORAN
Don’t be disobedient, Kitty.  You must remember
that I never laid eyes on your father until the mornin’
I met him at the altar rails.

KITTY
You should be ashamed to acknowledge the like,
mother.

DONAL
Ashamed of me, is it?  The father that rared and
schooled you!

KITTY
I have said nothing at all to offend you, father.  But
I have already told you that I am going to pick a
husband for myself.

DONAL You are goin’ to pick a husband for yourself!  Are you, indeed?  Ah, sure ’tis the stubbornness of your mother’s people that’s in you.

MRS. CORCORAN (as she keeps knitting)
And her father’s, too.

DONAL
What’s that you’re saying, woman?

MRS. CORCORAN
I said that ’twas from your side of the family that
she brought the stubbornness.

DONAL
How dare you say that, and in my presence, too? 
The devil blast the one belongin’ to me was ever
stubborn.  She’s her mother’s daughter, I’m tellin’
you.

MRS. CORCORAN
Whatever is gentle in her comes from me, and what’s
stubborn and contrary comes from you and yours.

DONAL (in a rage) God be praised and glorified!  What’s gentle in her, will you tell me?  She that pleases herself in everythin’. (To Kitty) I’ll knock the stubbornness out of you, my young lady, before we will have another full moon.

MRS. CORCORAN
Indeed and you won’t, then, nor in ten full moons,
either.

DONAL (as he walks up and down the kitchen)
Woman! woman! woman!  You are all alike!  Every
damn one of you, from the Queen to the cockle picker.

KITTY
You have no right to marry me to any one against
my will.

DONAL And is it the way I’d be leavin’ you marry some good-for-nothing idle jackeen, who couldn’t buy a ha’porth of bird seed for a linnet or a finch, let alone to keep a wife?  That’s what a contrary, headstrong, uncontrollable whipster like you would do, if you had your own way.  But, be God, you will have little of your own way while I am here and above ground.

KITTY If stubbornness was a virtue, you’d be a saint, father, and they’d have your picture in all the stained glass windows in every church in the country, like St. Patrick or St. Columkille, himself.

MRS. CORCORAN (laughs at Kitty’s answer) Well, well, well, to be sure!  You are your father’s daughter, Kitty.