- Mary Mulvane: Take care. May the Saints go with you!
- Dinny O'Byrne: Oh, I fear the Saints gave up on me long ago. But if a blessed creature like yourself puts in a good word for me, who knows?
- Jonathan Garrett: Mary, there'll be hundreds like Dinny. They can stop one, but can they stop them all?
- Mary Mulvane: Do you think I don't care about him? Do you think my heart's not breaking at the thought of what may be happening to him? All these years, forced to live as a slave, with nothing but futility to feed on! Jonathan, don't you understand? I want them to crush the redcoats! I want them to win... I don't believe they can... It's the dream that's keeping them alive. And now it's going to destroy them.
- Jonathan Garrett: [after Dinny had gone] He looked like a king to me.
- Mary Mulvane: Aye. Carried high by the power of his dreams.