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-
-_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._
-
- THE SECRET ROSE.
- THE CELTIC TWILIGHT.
- POEMS.
- THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS.
- THE SHADOWY WATERS.
- IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
-
-
-
-
-PLAYS FOR AN IRISH THEATRE
-
-VOLUME III.
-
-
-
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD:
- AND
- ON BAILE'S STRAND:
-
- BEING VOLUME THREE OF PLAYS
- FOR AN IRISH THEATRE:
-
- BY W. B. YEATS
-
-
- LONDON: A. H. BULLEN,
- 47, GREAT RUSSELL STREET, W.C.
- 1904
-
- CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
- TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.
-
-
-
-
-NOTE
-
-
-Both these plays have been written for Mr. Fay's "Irish National
-Theatre." "The King's Threshold" was played in October, 1903, and "On
-Baile's Strand" will be played in February or March, 1904. Both are
-founded on Old Irish Prose Romances, but I have borrowed some ideas for
-the arrangement of my subject in "The King's Threshold" from "Sancan the
-Bard," a play published by Mr. Edwin Ellis some ten years ago.
-
- W. B. Y.
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS
-
-
- PAGE
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD 1
-
- ON BAILE'S STRAND 67
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD
-
-
-
-
-LIST OF CHARACTERS
-
- KING GUAIRE.
- THE CHAMBERLAIN OF KING GUAIRE.
- A Soldier.
- A Monk.
- THE MAYOR OF KINVARA.
- A Cripple.
- Another Cripple.
- AILEEN, } Ladies of the Court.
- ESSA, }
- PRINCESS BUAN.
- PRINCESS FINNHUA, her Sister.
- FEDELM, Seanchan's Sweetheart.
- CIAN, } Servants of Seanchan.
- BRIAN, }
- SENIAS, } Pupils of Seanchan.
- ARIAS, }
- SEANCHAN (pronounced Shanahan), Chief Poet of Ireland.
-
- Pupils, Courtiers.
-
-
-
-
-A PROLOGUE.[1]
-
- Footnote 1: Written for the first production of "The King's
- Threshold" in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the smallness
- of the company, nobody could be spared to speak it.
-
-
- _An OLD MAN with a red dressing-gown, red slippers and red
- nightcap, holding a brass candlestick with a guttering candle in it,
- comes on from side of stage and goes in front of the dull green
- curtain._
-
-_Old Man._ I've got to speak the prologue. [_He shuffles on a few
-steps._] My nephew, who is one of the play actors, came to me, and I in
-my bed, and my prayers said, and the candle put out, and he told me
-there were so many characters in this new play, that all the company
-were in it, whether they had been long or short at the business, and
-that there wasn't one left to speak the prologue. Wait a bit, there's a
-draught here. [_He pulls the curtain closer together._] That's better.
-And that's why I'm here, and maybe I'm a fool for my pains.
-
-And my nephew said, there are a good many plays to be played for you,
-some to-night and some on other nights through the winter, and the most
-of them are simple enough, and tell out their story to the end. But as
-to the big play you are to see to-night, my nephew taught me to say what
-the poet had taught him to say about it. [_Puts down candlestick and
-puts right finger on left thumb._] First, he who told the story of
-Seanchan on King Guaire's threshold long ago in the old books told it
-wrongly, for he was a friend of the king, or maybe afraid of the king,
-and so he put the king in the right. But he that tells the story now,
-being a poet, has put the poet in the right.
-
-And then [_touches other finger_] I am to say: Some think it would be a
-finer tale if Seanchan had died at the end of it, and the king had the
-guilt at his door, for that might have served the poet's cause better in
-the end. But that is not true, for if he that is in the story but a
-shadow and an image of poetry had not risen up from the death that
-threatened him, the ending would not have been true and joyful enough to
-be put into the voices of players and proclaimed in the mouths of
-trumpets, and poetry would have been badly served.
-
- [_He takes up the candlestick again._
-
-And as to what happened Seanchan after, my nephew told me he didn't
-know, and the poet didn't know, and it's likely there's nobody that
-knows. But my nephew thinks he never sat down at the king's table again,
-after the way he had been treated, but that he went to some quiet green
-place in the hills with Fedelm, his sweetheart, where the poor people
-made much of him because he was wise, and where he made songs and
-poems, and it's likely enough he made some of the old songs and the old
-poems the poor people on the hillsides are saying and singing to-day.
-
- [_A trumpet-blast._
-
-Well, it's time for me to be going. That trumpet means that the curtain
-is going to rise, and after a while the stage there will be filled up
-with great ladies and great gentlemen, and poets, and a king with a
-crown on him, and all of them as high up in themselves with the pride of
-their youth and their strength and their fine clothes as if there was no
-such thing in the world as cold in the shoulders, and speckled shins,
-and the pains in the bones and the stiffness in the joints that make an
-old man that has the whole load of the world on him ready for his bed.
-
- [_He begins to shuffle away, and then stops._
-
-And it would be better for me, that nephew of mine to be thinking less
-of his play-acting, and to have remembered to boil down the knap-weed
-with a bit of three-penny sugar, for me to be wetting my throat with
-now and again through the night, and drinking a sup to ease the pains in
-my bones.
-
- [_He goes out at side of stage._
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD.
-
-
- SCENE: _Steps before the Palace of KING GUAIRE at Gort. A table in
- front of steps to right with food on it. SEANCHAN lying on steps to
- left. PUPILS before steps. KING on top of steps at centre._
-
- _King._ I welcome you that have the mastery
- Of the two kinds of music; the one kind
- Being like a woman, the other like a man;
- Both you that understand stringed instruments,
- And how to mingle words and notes together
- So artfully, that all the art is but speech
- Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
- The long twisted horn and understand
- The heady notes that being without words
- Can hurry beyond time and fate and change;
- For the high angels that drive the horse of time,
- The golden one by day, by night the silver,
- Are not more welcome to one that loves the world
- For some fair woman's sake.
-
- I have called you hither
- To save the life of your great master, Seanchan,
- For all day long it has flamed up or flickered
- To the fast-cooling hearth.
-
- _Senias._ When did he sicken?
- Is it a fever that is wasting him?
-
- _King._ He did not sicken, but three days ago
- He said he would not eat, and lay down there
- And has not eaten since. Till yesterday
- I thought that hunger and weakness had been enough,
- But finding them too trifling and too light
- To hold his mouth from biting at the grave
- I called you hither, and have called others yet.
- The girl he is to wed at harvest-time,
- That should be of all living the most dear,
- Is coming from the South, and had I known
- Of any other neighbours or good friends
- That might persuade him, I had brought them hither,
- Even though I'd to ransack the world for them.
-
- _Senias._ What was it put him to this work, High King?
-
- _King._ You will call it no great matter. Three days ago
- I yielded to the outcry of my courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law,
- Who long had thought it against their dignity
- For a mere man of words to sit among them
- At my own table; and when the meal was spread
- I ordered Seanchan to good company,
- But to a lower table; and when he pleaded
- The poet's right, established when the world
- Was first established, I said that I was King
- And made and unmade rights at my own pleasure.
- And that it was the men who ruled the world,
- And not the men who sang to it, who should sit
- Where there was the most honour. My courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law
- Shouted approval, and amid that noise
- Seanchan went out, and from that hour to this,
- Although there is good food and drink beside him,
- Has eaten nothing. If a man is wronged,
- Or thinks that he is wronged, and will lie down
- Upon another's threshold until he dies,
- The common people for all time to come
- Will raise a heavy cry against that threshold,
- Even though it is the King's. He lies there now
- Perishing; he is calling against my majesty,
- That old custom that has no meaning in it,
- And as he perishes, my name in the world
- Is perishing also. I cannot give way
- Because I am King, because if I give way
- My nobles would call me a weakling, and it may be
- The very throne be shaken; but should you
- That are his friends speak to him and persuade him
- To turn his mouth from the ill-savouring grave
- And eat good food, he shall not lack my favour;
- For I will give plough-land and grazing-land,
- Or all but anything he has set his heart on.
- It is not all because of my good name
- I'd have him live, for I have found him a man
- That might well hit the fancy of a king
- Banished out of his country, or a woman's,
- Or any other's that can judge a man
- For what he is. But I that sit a throne,
- And take my measure from the needs of the state,
- Call his wild thought that over-runs the measure,
- Making words more than deeds, and his proud will
- That would unsettle all, most mischievous,
- And he himself a most mischievous man.
-
- _Senias._ King, whether you did right or wrong in this
- Let the King say, for all that I need say
- Is that there's nothing that cries out for death
- In the withholding of that ancient right,
- And that I will persuade him. Your own words
- Had been enough persuasion were it not
- That he is lost in dreams that hunger makes,
- And therefore heedless, or lost in heedless sleep.
-
- _King._ I leave him to your love, that it may promise
- Plough-lands and grass-lands, jewels and silken wear,
- Or anything but that old right of the poets.
-
- [_He goes out. The PUPILS, who have been standing perfectly quiet,
- all turn towards SEANCHAN, and move a step nearer._
-
- _Senias._ The King did wrong to abrogate our right,
- But Seanchan, who talks of dying for it,
- Talks foolishly. Look at us, Seanchan,
- Waken out of your dream and look at us,
- Who have ridden under the moon and all the day,
- Until the moon has all but come again,
- That we might be beside you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN turns half round leaning on his elbow, and speaks as if
- in a dream._
-
- _Seanchan._ I was but now
- At Almhuin, in a great high-raftered house,
- With Finn and Osgar. Odours of roast flesh
- Rose round me and I saw the roasting spits,
- And then the dream was broken, and I saw
- Grania dividing salmon by a pool,
- And then I was awakened by your voice.
-
- _Senias._ It is your hunger that makes you dream of flesh
- Roasting, and for your hunger I could weep;
- And yet the hunger of the crane that starves
- Because the moonlight glittering on the pool
- And flinging a pale shadow has made it shy,
- Seems to me little more fantastical
- Than this that's blown into so great a trouble.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Who has turned away again._]
- There is much truth in that, for all things change
- At times, as if the moonlight altered them,
- And my mind alters as if it were the crane's;
- For when the heavy body has grown weak
- There's nothing that can tether the wild mind
- That being moonstruck and fantastical
- Goes where it fancies. I had even thought
- I knew your voice and face, but now the words
- Are so unlikely that I needs must ask
- Who is it that bids me put my hunger by?
-
- _Senias._ I am your oldest pupil, Seanchan;
- The one that has been with you many years,
- So many that you said at Candlemas
- That I had almost done with school, and knew
- All but all that poets understand.
-
- _Seanchan._ My oldest pupil. No, that cannot be;
- For it is someone of the courtly crowds
- That have been round about me from sunrise
- And I am tricked by dreams, but I'll refute them.
- I asked the pupil that I loved the best,
- At Candlemas, why poetry is honoured,
- Wishing to know how he'd defend our craft
- In distant lands among strange churlish Kings.
- And he'd an answer.
-
- _Senias._ I said the poets hung
- Images of the life that was in Eden
- About the childbed of the world, that it,
- Looking upon those images, might bear
- Triumphant children; but why must I stand here
- Repeating an old lesson while you starve?
-
- _Seanchan._ Tell on, for I begin to know the voice;
- What evil thing will come upon the world
- If the arts perish?
-
- _Senias._ If the arts should perish
- The world that lacked them would be like a woman
- That looking on the cloven lips of a hare
- Brings forth a hare-lipped child.
-
- _Seanchan._ But that's not all.
- For when I asked you how a man should guard
- Those images you had an answer also,
- If you're the man that you have claimed to be,
- Comparing them to venerable things
- God gave to men before he gave them wheat.
-
- _Senias._ I answered, and the word was half your own,
- That he should guard them, as the men of Dea
- Guard their four treasures, as the Grail King guards
- His holy cup, or the pale righteous horse
- The jewel that is underneath his horn,
- Pouring out life for it, as one pours out
- Sweet heady wine--but now I understand
- You would refute me out of my own mouth;
- And yet a place at table near the King
- Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan.
- How does so light a thing touch poetry?
-
- [_SEANCHAN is now sitting up. He still looks dreamily in front of
- him._
-
- _Seanchan._ At Candlemas you called this poetry
- One of the fragile mighty things of God
- That die at an insult.
-
- _Senias._ [_To other PUPILS._] Give me some true answer.
- For on that day we spoke about the court
- And said that all that was insulted there
- The world insulted, for the courtly life,
- Being the first comely child of the world,
- Is the world's model. How shall I answer him?
- Can you not give me some true argument?
- I will not tempt him with a lying one.
-
- _Arias._ [_Throwing himself at SEANCHAN'S feet._]
- Why did you take me from my father's fields?
- If you would leave me now, what shall I love?
- Where shall I go, what shall I set my hand to?
- And why have you put music in my ears
- If you would send me to the clattering houses?
- I will throw down the trumpet and the harp,
- For how could I sing verses or make music
- With none to praise me and a broken heart?
-
- _Seanchan._ What was it that the poets promised you
- If it was not their sorrow? Do not speak.
- Have I not opened school on these bare steps,
- And are not you the youngest of my scholars?
- And I would have all know that when all falls
- In ruin, poetry calls out in joy,
- Being the scattering hand, the bursting pod,
- The victim's joy among the holy flame,
- God's laughter at the shattering of the world,
- And now that joy laughs out and weeps and burns
- On these bare steps.
-
- _Arias._ O Master, do not die.
-
- [_Three men come in. CIAN and BRIAN, old men carrying basket with
- food, and MAYOR OF KINVARA. They stand at the side listening._
-
- _Senias._ Trouble him with no useless argument.
- Be silent; there is nothing we can do
- Except find out the King and kneel to him
- And beg our ancient right. These three have come
- To say whatever we could say and more,
- And fare as badly. Come, boy, that's no use;
-
- [_He lifts the BOY up._
-
- If it seem well that we beseech the King,
- Lay down your harps and trumpets on the stones
- In silence and come with me silently.
- Come with slow footfalls and bow all your heads,
- For a bowed head becomes a mourner best.
-
- [_They lay the harps and trumpets down one by one and then go out
- very solemnly and slowly, following one another._
-
- _Cian._ Let's show the food that's in the basket.
-
- _Mayor._ [_Who carries an Ogham stick._] No,
- I must get through my speech or I'll forget it;
- Besides, there is no reason why he'd eat
- Till he has heard my reasons.
-
- _Cian._ It were better
- To show what we have brought him in the basket,
- For we have nothing that he has not liked
- From boyhood.
-
- _Brian._ For we have not brought kings' food
- That's cooked for everybody and nobody.
-
- _Mayor._ You are not showing right respect to me,
- Or to the people of Kinvara, when you wish
- That something else should come before my message.
-
- _Seanchan._ What brings you here? I never sent for you.
-
- _Cian._ He must be famishing, he looks so pale.
- We had better get the food out first. I tell you,
- That we have brought the things he likes the best.
-
- _Mayor._ No, no; I lost a word at every cross road
- And maybe if I do not speak it now
- I'll have forgot it.
-
- _Cian._ Well, out with it quickly.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why, what's this foolery?
-
- _Mayor._ No foolery;
- A message from the richest, best born townsman
- Of your own town, and from your aged father.
-
- _Cian._ Run through it while I am getting out the food.
-
- _Mayor._ How was I to begin? What was the word
- That was to keep it in my memory?
- Wait, I have notched it on this Ogham stick.
- "Chief poet," "Ireland," "Townsman"; that is it.
- Chief poet of Ireland, when we heard that trouble
- Had come between you and the King of Ireland
- It plunged us in deep sorrow, part for you,
- Our honoured townsman, part for our good town.
- The King was said to be most friendly to us,
- And we had reasons, as you'll recollect,
- For thinking that he was about to give
- Those grazing lands inland we so much need,
- Being pinched between the water and the rocks.
- But now his friendliness being ill repaid
- Will be turned from us and our town get nothing.
- But there was something else--I'll find the word
- That was to keep it in my memory.
- "Pride"--that's the word,--we would not have you think,
- Weighty as these considerations are,
- That they have been as weighty in our minds
- As our desire that one we take much pride in,
- A man who has been an honour to our town,
- Should live and prosper, therefore we beseech you
- To give way in a matter of no moment,
- A matter of mere sentiment, a trifle,
- That we may always keep our pride in you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Their pride, their pride, what do they know of pride?
- My pupils do not know it, for they beg
- From the King's favour what is theirs by right,
- And how can men, that God has made so weak
- They need a rich man's favour every day,
- Know anything of pride?
-
- _Cian._ [_To MAYOR._] You have spoken it wrongly.
- You have forgotten something out of it about the cattle dying.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you do not know, being much away,
- How many of our cattle died last winter
- From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness
- Because the poor had nothing but salt fish
- To live upon. The people all came out
- And stood about the doors as I went by.
-
- _Seanchan._ What would you have of me?
- For there are men that shall be born at last
- And find sweet nurture that they may have voices
- Even in anger like the strings of harps.
- Yet how could they be born to majesty
- If I had never made the golden cradle?
-
- _Mayor._ What is it? "Father"--"Mother"; that is it;
- Your father sends this message.
-
- _Cian._ He is listening.
-
- _Mayor._ He says that he is old and that he needs you,
- And that the people will be pointing at him
- And he not able to lift up his head
- If you should turn the King's favour away.
- And he adds to it, that he cared you well,
- And you in your young age, and that it's right
- That you should care him now.
-
- _Cian._ And when he spoke
- He cried because the stiffness of his bones
- Prevented him from coming.
-
- _Mayor._ But your mother
- Has sent no message, for when they had told her
- The way it is between you and the King
- She said, "No message can do any good,
- He will not send the answer that you want;
- We cannot change him," and she went indoors,
- Lay down upon her bed and turned her face
- Out of the light. And thereupon your father
- Said, "Tell him how she is, and that she sends
- No message." I have nothing more to say.
- Cian and Brian, you can set out the food.
-
- [_He sits down on steps. SEANCHAN is silent._
-
- _Mayor._ I have a horse waiting outside the town
- To bring me home, and all the neighbours wait
- Your answer. What answer am I to bring?
-
- _Seanchan._ Give them my answer--no, I have no answer:
- My mother knew it.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you have forgotten
- That all our fields are so heaped up with stones
- That the goats famish, and the mowers mow
- With knives, and that the King half promised us----
-
- _Seanchan._ Thrust that old cloak of yours into your mouth
- Till it's done gabbling.
-
- _Mayor._ But----
-
- _Cian._ You have said enough;
- I knew that you would never speak it right.
-
- _Seanchan._ Our mothers know us, they know us to the bone,
- They knew us before birth, and that is why
- They know us even better than the sweethearts
- Upon whose breasts we have lain.
-
- _Brian._ We have brought your honour
- The food that you have always liked the best,
- Young pigeons from Kinvara, and watercress
- Out of the stream that's by the blessed well,
- And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour,
- It is wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea.
-
- _Seanchan._ O Brian, you would spread the table for me
- As you would spread it when I was in my childhood;
- But all that's finished.
-
- _Mayor._ I knew he would not care
- For country things now that he's grown accustomed
- To the King's dishes. I told Brian too
- He'd have his pains for nothing. But he's old.
-
- [_Goes over to table at right. While he is speaking CIAN and BRIAN
- are in vain offering SEANCHAN food._
-
- And what dishes! Venison from Slieve Echtge
- Fattened with poor men's crops; flesh of wild pig;
- Not fat nor lean, but streaky and right well cured;
- Bread that's the whitest that I've ever seen.
-
- _Cian._ You're in the right, you're in the right, he will not eat.
-
- [_Pouring wine into cup._
-
- _Mayor._ Bring him some wine, it will give him strength to eat.
-
- [_BRIAN brings wine over towards SEANCHAN._
-
- No wonder if the King is proud and merry,
- And keeps all day in the saddle, when even I
- Am well-nigh drunken with the odour of it,
- And if I dared--I dare not.
-
- _Cian._ Drink it, sir.
-
- _Brian._ Drink a few drops.
-
- _Seanchan._ Drink it yourself, old man,
- For you have come a journey, and I daresay
- You did not eat or drink upon the road.
-
- _Cian._ How can I drink it when your honour's thirsty?
-
- [_He offers cup again. The KING'S HOUSEHOLD comes in. CHAMBERLAIN
- with long staff, a SOLDIER, a MONK, two LADIES, followed by
- CRIPPLES who beg from the ladies, who keep close together at
- right, talking to each other at intervals. SOLDIER goes over to
- MAYOR, and talks to him._
-
- _Chamberlain._ Well, have you it in imagination still
- To overthrow the dignity of the King,
- Or is the game finished?
-
- [_A pause._
-
- How many days
- Will you keep up this quarrel with the King,
- With the King's nobles and myself and all
- Who'd gladly be your friends if you would let them?
-
- _Soldier._ [_Who has been speaking to MAYOR and SERVANTS._]
- Was it you that sent his servants and the Mayor
- Of his own town to wheedle him into life?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It was the King himself.
-
- _Soldier._ Was it worth our while
- To have got rid of him from the King's table
- If he is to be humoured and made much of?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It seems that he has not eaten yet, although
- He's had another dozen hours of hunger.
-
- _Soldier._ If he's so proud and obstinate a neck
- I'd let him starve.
-
- _Monk._ Persuade him to eat, my lord.
- His death would make a scandal, and stir up
- The common people.
-
- _Chamberlain._ And I have a fancy
- That if it brought misfortune on the King,
- Or the King's house, we'd be as little thought of
- As summer linen when the winter's come.
-
- _Aileen._ [_To CIAN._]
- You've had no luck, old man.
-
- _Cian._ We have not, lady.
-
- _Aileen._ Maybe he's out of humour with your ways,
- Having grown used to sprightlier service.
-
- _Cian._ Maybe.
- But the King's messengers have gone for one
- That will persuade him. [_To BRIAN._] Come, let us go;
- For she might lose her way in this fine place.
- Come, we have been too long upon the tree,
-
- [_Plucking sleeve of MAYOR._
-
- And there are little golden pippins here.
-
- _Soldier._ Give me the dish, I'll hand it him myself.
-
- _Aileen._ I wonder if she is pretty.
-
- [_MAYOR and SERVANTS have gone out._
-
- _Soldier._ Eat this, old hedgehog.
- Sniff up the savour and unroll yourself.
- But if I were the King I'd make you do it
- With wisps of lighted straw.
-
- _Seanchan._ You have rightly named me,
- I lie rolled up under the ragged thorns
- That are upon the edge of those great waters
- Where all things vanish away, and I have heard
- Murmurs that are the ending of all sound.
- I am out of life, I am rolled up, and yet,
- Hedgehog although I am, I'll not unroll
- For you, King's dog. Go to the King, your master,
- Crouch down and wag your tail, for it may be
- He has nothing now against you, and I think
- The stripes of your last beating are all healed.
-
- _Chamberlain._ Don't answer, you were never to his mind.
- And now you have angered him to no good purpose.
- But put the dish down and I will speak to him.
-
- _Seanchan._ You must needs keep your patience yet awhile,
- For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air
- To swallow before I have grown to be as civil
- As any other dust.
-
- _Chamberlain._ You wrong us, Seanchan,
- There is none here but holds you in respect,
- And if you would only eat out of this dish
- The King would show how much he honours you.
-
- _Aileen._ [_Giving CRIPPLE money._]
- You are always discontented. Look at this cripple,
- He has had to cover up his eyes with rags
- Because they are too weak to look at the sun,
- And has a crooked body, and yet he is cheerful.
- Stand there where he can see you.
-
- [_CRIPPLE goes over and stands in front of SEANCHAN, bowing and
- smiling._
-
- _Chamberlain._ We have come to you
- Because we wish you a long, prosperous life;
- Who could imagine you'd so take to heart
- Being put from the high table.
-
- _Seanchan._ It was not I
- That you have driven away from the high table,
- But the images of them that weave a dance,
- By the four rivers in the mountain garden.
-
- _Monk._ He means we have driven poetry away.
-
- _Chamberlain._ It is the men who are learned in the laws,
- Or have led the King's armies that should sit
- At the King's table. Nor has poetry
- Been altogether driven away, for I,
- As you should know, have written poetry,
- And often when the table has been cleared
- And candles lighted, the King calls for me
- And I repeat it him. My poetry
- Is not to be compared with yours, but still
- Where I am honoured, poetry is honoured
- In some measure.
-
- _Seanchan._ If you are a poet,
- Cry out that the King's money would not buy,
- Nor the high circle consecrate his head,
- If poets had never christened gold, and even
- The moon's poor daughter, that most whey-faced metal,
- Precious; and cry out that none alive
- Would ride among the arrows with high heart
- Or scatter with an open hand, had not
- Our heady craft commended wasteful virtues.
- And when that story's finished, shake your coat
- Where the little jewels gleam on it, and say
- A herdsman sitting where the pigs had trampled
- Made up a song about enchanted kings,
- Who were so finely dressed one fancied them
- All fiery, and women by the churn
- And children by the hearth caught up the song
- And murmured it until the tailors heard it.
-
- _Monk._ How proud these poets are! It was full time
- To break their pride.
-
- _Seanchan._ And I would have you say
- That when we are driven out we come again
- Like a great wind that runs out of the waste
- To blow the tables flat.
-
- _Chamberlain._ If you'd eat something
- You'd find you have these thoughts because you are hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ And when you have told them all these things, lie down
- On this bare threshold and starve until the King
- Restore to us the ancient right of the poets.
-
- _Aileen._ Let's come away. There's no use talking to him,
- For he's resolved to die, and that's no loss:
- We will go watch the hurley.
-
- _Monk._ You should obey
- The King's commandment and not question it,
- For it is God himself who has made him king.
-
- _Essa._ Let's hear his answer to the monk.
-
- _Seanchan._ Stoop down,
- For there is something I would say to you.
- Has that wild God of yours that was so wild
- When you'd but lately taken the King's pay,
- Grown any tamer? He gave you all much trouble
- Being so unruly and inconsiderate.
-
- _Aileen._ What does he mean?
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ Or it may be you have persuaded him
- To chirp between two dishes when the King
- Sits down to table.
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, sir.
- What do I care about your insolent dreams.
-
- _Seanchan._ And maybe he has learnt to sing quite softly
- Because loud singing would disturb the King
- Who is sitting drowsily among his friends
- After the table has been cleared----
-
- _Monk._ Let go.
-
- [_SEANCHAN has been dragged some feet, clinging to the MONK'S
- habit._
-
- _Seanchan._ Not yet; you did not think that hungry hands
- Could be so strong. They are not civil yet--
- I'd know if you have taught him to eat bread
- From the King's hand, and perch upon his finger.
- I think he perches on the King's strong hand,
- But it may be that he is still too wild.
- You must not weary in your work; a King
- Is often weary and he needs a God
- To be a comfort to him.
-
- [_The MONK plucks his habit away. SEANCHAN holds up his hand as if a
- bird perched upon it. He pretends to stroke the bird._
-
- A little god,
- With soft well-coloured feathers, and bright eyes.
-
- _Aileen._ We have listened long enough.
-
- _Essa._ Let us away,
- Where we can watch the young men at the hurley.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, yes, go to the hurley, go to the hurley,
- Go to the hurley, gather up your skirts,
- Run quickly. You can remember many love songs;
- I know it by the light that's in your eyes,
- But you'll forget them. You're fair to look on,
- Your feet delight in dancing, and your mouths
- In the slow smiling that awakens love.
- The mothers that have borne you mated rightly,
- For they had little ears as thirsty as are yours
- For many love-songs. Go to the young men:
- Are not the ruddy flesh and the thin flanks
- And the broad shoulders worthy of desire?
- Go from me. Here is nothing for your eyes,
- But it is I that am singing you away,
- Singing you to the young men.
-
- [_The two young PRINCESSES BUAN and FINNHUA come in. While he has
- been speaking AILEEN and ESSA have shrunk back holding each others
- hands._
-
- _Aileen._ Be quiet;
- Look who it is that has come out of the house.
- Princesses, we are for the hurling field.
- Will you come too?
-
- _Princess Buan._ We will go with you, Aileen,
- But we must have some words with Seanchan,
- For we have come to make him eat and drink.
-
- _Chamberlain._ I will hold out the dish and cup for him
- While you are speaking to him of his folly,
- If you desire it, Princess.
-
- [_He has taken up dish and cup._
-
- _Princess Buan._ Give me the cup.
- My sister there will carry the dish of meat:
- We'll offer them ourselves.
-
- _Aileen._ They are so gracious,
- The dear little princesses are so gracious.
-
- [_PRINCESS BUAN holds out her hand for SEANCHAN to kiss it; he does
- not move._
-
- Although she is holding out her hand to him
- He will not kiss it.
-
- _Princess Buan._ My father bids us say
- That though he cannot have you at his table,
- You may ask any other thing you like
- And he will give it you. We carry you
- A dish and a cup of wine, with our own hands,
- To show in what great honour you are held.
- Will you not drink a little? Does he not show
- Every befitting honour to the poets?
-
- _Aileen._ O look, he has taken it, he has taken it!
- The dear princesses, I have always said
- That nobody could refuse them anything.
-
- [_SEANCHAN takes the cup in one hand, in the other he holds for a
- moment the hand of the PRINCESS._
-
- _Seanchan._ O long soft fingers and pale finger-tips
- Well worthy to be laid in a king's hand;
- O you have fair white hands, for it is certain
- There is uncommon whiteness in these hands.
- But there is something comes into my mind,
- Princess. A little while before your birth
- I saw your mother sitting by the road
- In a high chair, and when a leper passed
- She pointed him the way into the town,
- And he lifted his hand and blessed her hand;
- I saw it with my own eyes. Hold out your hands,
- I will find out if they are contaminated;
- For it has come into my thoughts that may be
- The King has sent me food and drink by hands
- That are contaminated. I would see all your hands,
- You've eyes of dancers, but hold out your hands,
- For it may be there are none sound among you----
-
- [_The PRINCESSES have shrunk back in terror._
-
- _Princess Buan._ He has called us lepers.
-
- _Chamberlain._ He's out of his mind,
- And does not know the meaning of what he said.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Standing up._]
- There are no sound hands among you. No sound hands.
- Away with you, away with all of you,
- You are all lepers. There is leprosy
- Among the plates and dishes that you have brought me.
- I would know why you have brought me leper's wine?
-
- [_He flings the wine in their faces._
-
- There, there, I have given it to you again, and now
- Begone or I will give my curse to you.
- You have the leper's blessing, but you think
- Maybe the bread will something lack in savour
- Unless you mix my curse into the dough.
-
- [_They go out to L., all except the CRIPPLES. SEANCHAN is
- staggering in the middle of the stage._
-
- _Seanchan._ Where did I say the leprosy came from?
- I said it came out of a leper's hand
- And that he walked the highway; but that's folly,
- For he was walking up there in the sky
- And there he is even now with his white hand
- Thrust out of the blue air and blessing them
- With leprosy.
-
- _A Cripple._ He's pointing at the moon
- That's coming out up yonder, and he calls it
- Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.
-
- _Seanchan._ He's holding up his hand above them all
- King, Noblemen, Princesses, blessing all.
- Who could imagine he'd have so much patience.
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- [_Clutching other CRIPPLE._
-
- _Second Cripple._ If you don't need it, sir,
- May we not carry some of it away?
-
- [_He points to food._
-
- _Seanchan._ Who's speaking? Who are you?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Have pity on us, that must beg our bread
- From table to table throughout the entire world
- And yet be hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ But why were you born crooked?
- What bad poet did your mothers listen to
- That you were born so crooked?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come away.
- Maybe he's cursed the food and it might kill us.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Yes, better come away.
-
- [_They go out._
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Staggering and speaking wearily._]
- He has great strength
- And great patience to hold his right hand there
- Uplifted and not wavering about;
- He is much stronger than I am, much stronger.
-
- [_He sinks down on steps._
-
- _Enter from R. FEDELM, CIAN and BRIAN._
-
- _Brian._ There he is lying. Go over to him now
- And bid him eat.
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll get him out of this
- Before I have said a word of food and drink;
- For while he is on this threshold and can hear,
- It may be, the voices that made mock of him,
- He would not listen.
-
- _Brian._ That is a good plan.
- But there is little time, for he is weakening.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Crying._] I cannot think of any other plan
- Although it breaks my heart.
-
- _Cian._ Let's leave them now,
- For she will press the honey from her bag
- When we are gone.
-
- _Brian._ It will be hard to move him
- If hunger and thirst have got into his bones.
-
- [_They go out leaving FEDELM and SEANCHAN alone. FEDELM runs over to
- SEANCHAN and kneels down before him._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan! Seanchan!
-
- [_He remains looking into the sky._
-
- Can you not see me, Seanchan?
- It is myself.
-
- [_SEANCHAN looks at her dreamily at first, then takes her hand._
-
- _Seanchan._ Is this your hand, Fedelm?
- I have been looking at another hand
- That is up yonder.
-
- _Fedelm._ I have come for you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Fedelm, I did not know that you were here.
-
- _Fedelm._ And can you not remember that I promised
- That I would come and take you home with me
- When I'd the harvest in? and now I've come,
- And you must come away, and come on the instant.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, I will come; but is the harvest in?
- This air has got a summer taste in it.
-
- _Fedelm._ But is not the wild middle of the summer
- A better time to marry? Come with me now.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by both wrists._]
- Who taught you that, for it's a certainty,
- Although I never knew it till last night,
- That marriage, because it is the height of life,
- Can only be accomplished to the full
- In the high days of the year. I lay awake,
- There had come a frenzy into the light of the stars
- And they were coming nearer and I knew
- All in a minute they were about to marry
- Clods out upon the plough-lands, to beget
- A mightier race than any that has been;
- But some that are within there made a noise
- And frighted them away.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now;
- We have far to go, and daylight's running out.
-
- _Seanchan._ The stars had come so near me that I caught
- Their singing; it was praise of that great race
- That would be haughty, mirthful, and white-bodied
- With a high head, and open hand, and how
- Laughing, it would take the mastery of the world.
-
- _Fedelm._ But you will tell me all about their songs
- When we're at home. You have need of rest and care,
- And I can give them you when we're at home,
- And therefore let us hurry and get us home.
-
- _Seanchan._ That's true; and there's some trouble here, although
- I cannot now remember what it is,
- And I would get away from it. Give me your help.
- But why are not my pupils here to help me?
- Go, call my pupils, for I need their help.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now, and I will send for them,
- For I have a great room that's full of beds
- I can make ready, and there is a smooth lawn
- Where they can play at hurley and sing poems
- Under an apple-tree.
-
- _Seanchan._ I know that place,
- An apple tree and a smooth level lawn,
- Where the young men can sway their hurley sticks.
-
- _Sings._
-
- The four rivers that run there,
- Through well-mown level ground,
- Have come out of a blessed well
- That is all bound and wound
- By the great roots of an apple,
- And all fowls of the air
- Have gathered in the wide branches
- And keep singing there.
-
- [_FEDELM, troubled, has covered her eyes with her hands._
-
- _Fedelm._ No, there are not four rivers, and those rhymes
- Praise Adam's Paradise.
-
- _Seanchan._ I can remember now.
- It's out of a poem I made long ago
- About the garden in the east of the world,
- And how spirits in the images of birds
- Crowd in the branches of old Adam's crab-tree;
- They come before me now and dig in the fruit
- With so much gluttony, and are so drunk
- With that harsh, wholesome savour that their feathers
- Are clinging one to another with the juice.
- But you would take me to some friendly place,
- And I would go there quickly.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me.
-
- [_She helps him to rise. He walks slowly, supported by her till he
- comes to the table at R._
-
- _Seanchan._ But why am I so weak? Have I been ill?
- Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak?
-
- [_He sinks on to the seat._
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll dip this piece of bread into the wine,
- For that will make you stronger for the journey.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, give me bread and wine, that's what I want,
- For it is hunger that is gnawing me.
-
- [_He takes bread from FEDELM, hesitates, and then thrusts it back
- into her hand._
-
- But no, I must not eat it.
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat, Seanchan,
- For if you do not eat it you will die.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why did you give me food?
- Why did you come?
- For had I not enough to fight against
- Without your coming?
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat this little crust,
- Seanchan, if you have any love for me.
-
- _Seanchan._ I must not eat it: but that's beyond your wit;
- Child, child, I must not eat it though I die.
-
- _Fedelm._ You do not know what love is, for if you loved
- You would put every other thought away
- But you have never loved me.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by the wrist._] You, a child,
- Who have but seen a man out of the window,
- Tell me that I know nothing about love,
- And that I do not love you. Did I not say
- There was a frenzy in the light of the stars
- All through the livelong night, and that the night
- Was full of marriages? But that fight's over.
- And all that's done with, and I have to die.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Throwing her arms about him._]
- I will not be put from you, although I think
- I had not grudged it you if some great lady,
- If the King's daughter, had set out your bed.
- I will not give you up to death; no, no,
- And are not these white arms and this soft neck
- Better than the brown earth?
-
- _Seanchan._ I swear an oath
- Upon the holy tree that I'll not eat
- Until the King restore the right of the poets.
- O Sun and Moon, and all things that have strength,
- Become my strength that I may put a curse
- On all things that would have me break this oath.
-
- [_FEDELM has sunk down on the ground while he says this, and
- crouches at his feet._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan, do not curse me; from this out
- I will obey like any married wife.
- Let me but lie before your feet.
-
- _Seanchan._ Come nearer.
-
- [_He kisses her._
-
- If I had eaten when you bid me, sweetheart,
- The kiss of multitudes in times to come
- Had been the poorer.
-
- _King._ [_Entering from house._] Has he eaten yet?
-
- _Fedelm._ No, King, and will not till you have restored
- The right of the poets.
-
- _King._ [_Coming down and standing before SEANCHAN._]
- Seanchan, you have refused
- Everybody that I have sent, and now
- I come to you myself, and I have come
- To bid you put your pride as far away
- As I have put my pride. I had your love
- Not a great while ago, and now you have planned
- To put a voice by every cottage fire
- And in the night when no one sees who cries
- To cry against me till my throne has crumbled.
- And yet if I give way I must offend
- My courtiers and nobles till they too
- Strike at the crown. What would you have of me?
-
- _Seanchan._ When did the poets promise safety, King?
-
- _King._ Seanchan, I bring you bread in my own hands,
- And bid you eat it because of all these reasons,
- And for this further reason that I love you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN pushes bread away with FEDELM'S hand._
-
- You have refused it, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ We have refused it.
-
- _King._ I have been patient though I am a king,
- And have the means to force you--but that's ended,
- And I am but a king and you a subject.
-
- [_He goes up steps._
-
- Nobles and courtiers, bring the poets hither
- For you can have your way: I that was man
- With a man's heart am now all king again,
- Remembering that the seed I come of, although
- A hundred kings have sown it and re-sown it,
- Has neither trembled nor shrunk backward yet
- Because of the hard business of a king.
-
- [_PRINCESSES, LADIES, and COURTIERS have come in with
- PUPILS, who have halters round their necks._
-
- Speak to your master, beg your life of him,
- Show him the halters that are round your necks;
- If his heart's set upon it he may die,
- But you shall all die with him; beg your lives;
- Begin, for you have little time to lose;
- Begin it you that are the oldest pupil.
-
- _Senias._ [_Going up to SEANCHAN._]
- Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- _King._ Silence, you are as crazy as your master.
- But that young boy that seems the youngest of you,
- I'd have him speak. Kneel down before him, boy,
- Hold up your hands to him that he may pluck
- That milky coloured neck out of the noose.
-
- _Arias._ Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- [_All the PUPILS turn towards the KING, holding out the ends of
- their halters._
-
- _Senias._ Gather the halters up into your hands
- And lead us where you will, for in all things
- But in our art we are obedient.
-
- [_The KING comes slowly down the steps._
-
- _King._ [_Kneeling down before SEANCHAN._]
- Kneel down, kneel down, he has the greater power.
- I give my crown to you.
-
- [_All kneel except SEANCHAN, FEDELM and PUPILS. SEANCHAN rises
- slowly, supported by one of the PUPILS and by FEDELM._
-
- _Seanchan._ O crown, O crown,
- It is but right if hands that made the crown
- In the old time should give it when they will.
- O silver trumpets be you lifted up
-
- [_He lays the crown on the KING'S head._
-
- And cry to the great race that is to come.
- Long-throated swans among the waves of time
- Sing loudly, for beyond the wall of the world
- It waits and it may hear and come to us.
-
- [_Some of the PUPILS blow a blast upon their horns._
-
-
-CURTAIN.
-
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-
-
-ON BAILE'S STRAND.
-
-
- CUCHULLAIN, the King of Muirthemne.
- CONCOBAR, the High King of Ullad.
- DAIRE, a King.
- FINTAIN, a blind man.
- BARACH, a fool.
- A Young Man.
- Young Kings and Old Kings.
-
-
- SCENE: _A great hall by the sea close to Dundalgan. There are two
- great chairs on either side of the hall, each raised a little from
- the ground, and on the back of the one chair is carved and painted a
- woman with a fish's tail, and on the back of the other a hound.
- There are smaller chairs and benches raised in tiers round the
- walls. There is a great ale vat at one side near a small door, and a
- large door at the back through which one can see the sea. BARACH, a
- tall thin man with long ragged hair, dressed in skins, comes in at
- the side door. He is leading FINTAIN, a fat blind man, who is
- somewhat older._
-
-_Barach._ I will shut the door, for this wind out of the sea gets into
-my bones, and if I leave but an inch for the wind there is one like a
-flake of sea-frost that might come into the house.
-
-_Fintain._ What is his name, fool?
-
-_Barach._ It's a woman from among the Riders of the Sidhe. It's Boann
-herself from the river. She has left the Dagda's bed, and gone through
-the salt of the sea and up here to the strand of Baile, and all for love
-of me. Let her keep her husband's bed, for she'll have none of me.
-Nobody knows how lecherous these goddesses are. I see her in every kind
-of shape but oftener than not she's in the wind and cries "give a kiss
-and put your arms about me." But no, she'll have no more of me.
-Yesterday when I put out my lips to kiss her, there was nothing there
-but the wind. She's bad, Fintain. O, she's bad. I had better shut the
-big door too.
-
- [_He is going towards the big door but turns hearing FINTAIN'S
- voice._
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who has been feeling about with his stick._] What's this
-and this?
-
-_Barach._ They are chairs.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ Why, that's a bench.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ A big chair.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Feeling the back of the chair._] There is a sea-woman
-carved upon it.
-
-_Barach._ And there is another big chair on the other side of the hall.
-
-_Fintain._ Lead me to it. [_He mutters while the fool is leading him._]
-That is what the High King Concobar has on his shield. The High King
-will be coming. They have brought out his chair. [_He begins feeling the
-back of the other chair._] And there is a dog's head on this. They have
-brought out our master's chair. Now I know what the horse-boys were
-talking about. We must not stay here. The Kings are going to meet here.
-Now that Concobar and our master, that is his chief man, have put down
-all the enemies of Ullad, they are going to build up Emain again. They
-are going to talk over their plans for building it. Were you ever in
-Concobar's town before it was burnt? O, he is a great King, for though
-Emain was burnt down, every war had made him richer. He has gold and
-silver dishes, and chessboards and candlesticks made of precious stones.
-Fool, have they taken the top from the ale vat?
-
-_Barach._ They have.
-
-_Fintain._ Then bring me a horn of ale quickly, for the Kings will be
-here in a minute. Now I can listen. Tell me what you saw this morning?
-
-_Barach._ About the young man and the fighting?
-
-_Fintain._ Yes.
-
-_Barach._ And after that we can go and eat the fowl, for I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Time enough, time enough. You're in as great a hurry as when
-you brought me to Aine's Seat, where the mad dogs gather when the moon's
-at the full. Go on with your story.
-
-_Barach._ I was creeping under a ditch, with the fowl in my leather bag,
-keeping to the shore where the farmer could not see me, when I came upon
-a ship drawn up upon the sands, a great red ship with a woman's head
-upon it.
-
-_Fintain._ A ship out of Aoife's country. They have all a woman's head
-on the bow.
-
-_Barach._ There was a young man with a pale face and red hair standing
-beside it. Some of our people came up whose turn it was to guard the
-shore. I heard them ask the young man his name. He said he was under
-bonds not to tell it. Then words came between them, and they fought,
-and the young man killed half of them, and the others ran away.
-
-_Fintain._ It matters nothing to us, but he has come at last.
-
-_Barach._ Who has come?
-
-_Fintain._ I know who that young man is. There is not another like him
-in the world. I saw him when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ You saw him?
-
-_Fintain._ I used to be in Aoife's country when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ That was before you went on shipboard and were blinded for
-putting a curse on the wind?
-
-_Fintain._ Queen Aoife had a son that was red haired and pale faced like
-herself, and everyone said that he would kill Cuchullain some day, but I
-would not have that spoken of.
-
-_Barach._ Nobody could do that. Who was his father?
-
-_Fintain._ Nobody but Aoife knew that, not even he himself.
-
-_Barach._ Not even he himself! Was Aoife a goddess and lecherous?
-
-_Fintain._ I overheard her telling that she never had but one lover, and
-that he was the only man who overcame her in battle. There were some who
-thought him one of the Riders of the Sidhe, because the child was great
-of limb and strong beyond others. The child was begotten over the
-mountains; but come nearer and I will tell you something.
-
-_Barach._ You have thought something?
-
-_Fintain._ When I hear the young girls talking about the colour of
-Cuchullain's eyes, and how they have seven colours, I have thought about
-it. That young man has Aoife's face and hair, but he has Cuchullain's
-eyes.
-
-_Barach._ How can he have Cuchullain's eyes?
-
-_Fintain._ He is Cuchullain's son.
-
-_Barach._ And his mother has sent him hither to fight his father.
-
-_Fintain._ It is all quite plain. Cuchullain went into Aoife's country
-when he was a young man that he might learn skill in arms, and there he
-became Aoife's lover.
-
-_Barach._ And now she hates him because he went away, and has sent the
-son to kill the father. I knew she was a goddess.
-
-_Fintain._ And she never told him who his father was, that he might do
-it. I have thought it all out, fool. I know a great many things because
-I listen when nobody is noticing and I keep my wits awake. What ails you
-now?
-
-_Barach._ I have remembered that I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Well, forget it again, and I will tell you about Aoife's
-country. It is full of wonders. There are a great many Queens there who
-can change themselves into wolves and into swine and into white hares,
-and when they are in their own shapes they are stronger than almost any
-man; and there are young men there who have cat's eyes and if a bird
-chirrup or a mouse squeak they cannot keep them shut, even though it is
-bedtime and they sleepy; and listen, for this is a great wonder, a very
-great wonder: there is a long narrow bridge, and when anybody goes to
-cross it, that the Queens do not like, it flies up as this bench would
-if you were to sit on the end of it. Everybody who goes there to learn
-skill in arms has to cross it. It was in that country too that
-Cuchullain got his spear made out of dragon bones. There were two
-dragons fighting in the foam of the sea, and their grandam was the moon,
-and nine Queens came along the shore.
-
-_Barach._ I won't listen to your story.
-
-_Fintain._ It is a very wonderful story. Wait till you hear what the
-nine Queens did. Their right hands were all made of silver.
-
-_Barach._ No, I will have my dinner first. You have eaten the fowl I
-left in front of the fire. The last time you sent me to steal something
-you made me forget all about it till you had eaten it up.
-
-_Fintain._ No, there is plenty for us both.
-
-_Barach._ Come with me where it is.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led towards the door at the back by BARACH._]
-O, it is all right, it is in a safe place.
-
-_Barach._ It is a fine fowl. It was the biggest in the yard.
-
-_Fintain._ It had a good smell, but I hope that the wild dogs have not
-smelt it. [_Voices are heard outside the door at the side._] Here is our
-master. Let us stay and talk with him. Perhaps Cuchullain will give you
-a new cap with a feather. He told me that he would give you a new cap
-with a feather, a feather with an eye that looks at you, a peacock's
-feather.
-
-_Barach._ No, no.
-
- [_He begins pulling FINTAIN towards the door._
-
-_Fintain._ If you do not get it now, you may never get it, for the
-young man may kill him.
-
-_Barach._ No, no, I am hungry. What a head you have, blind man! Who but
-you would have remembered that the hen-wife slept for a little at noon
-every day!
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led along very slowly and unwillingly._] Yes,
-I have a good head. The fowl should be done just right, but one never
-knows when a wild dog may come out of the woods.
-
- [_They go out through the big door at the back. As they go out
- CUCHULLAIN and certain YOUNG KINGS come in at the side door.
- CUCHULLAIN, though still young, is a good deal older than the
- others. They are all very gaily dressed, and have their hair
- fastened with balls of gold. The young men crowd about CUCHULLAIN
- with wondering attention._
-
- _First Young King._ You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark
- Time after time, but yet you are not weary.
-
- _Second Young King._ He has slept on the bare ground of Fuad's Hill
- This week past, waiting for the bulls and the deer.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, why should I be weary?
-
- _First Young King._ It is certain
- His father was the god who wheels the sun,
- And not King Sualtam.
-
- _Third Young King._ [_To a YOUNG KING who is beside him._]
- He came in the dawn,
- And folded Dectara in a sudden fire.
-
- _Fourth Young King._ And yet the mother's half might well grow weary,
- And it new come from labours over sea.
-
- _Third Young King._ He has been on islands walled about with silver,
- And fought with giants.
-
- [_They gather about the ale vat and begin to drink._
-
- _Cuchullain._ Who was it that went out?
-
- _Third Young King._ As we came in?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes.
-
- _Third Young King._ Barach and blind Fintain.
-
- _Cuchullain._ They always flock together; the blind man
- Has need of the fool's eyesight and strong body,
- While the poor fool has need of the other's wit,
- And night and day is up to his ears in mischief
- That the blind man imagines. There's no hen-yard
- But clucks and cackles when he passes by
- As if he'd been a fox. If I'd that ball
- That's in your hair and the big stone again,
- I'd keep them tossing, though the one is heavy
- And the other light in the hand. A trick I learnt
- When I was learning arms in Aoife's country.
-
- _First Young King._ What kind of woman was that Aoife?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Comely.
-
- _First Young King._ But I have heard that she was never married,
- And yet that's natural, for I have never known
- A fighting woman, but made her favours cheap,
- Or mocked at love till she grew sandy dry.
-
- _Cuchullain._ What manner of woman do you like the best?
- A gentle or a fierce?
-
- _First Young King._ A gentle, surely.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I think that a fierce woman's better, a woman
- That breaks away when you have thought her won,
- For I'd be fed and hungry at one time.
- I think that all deep passion is but a kiss
- In the mid battle, and a difficult peace
- 'Twixt oil and water, candles and dark night,
- Hill-side and hollow, the hot-footed sun,
- And the cold sliding slippery-footed moon,
- A brief forgiveness between opposites
- That have been hatreds for three times the age
- Of this long 'stablished ground. Here's Concobar;
- So I'll be done, but keep beside me still,
- For while he talks of hammered bronze and asks
- What wood is best for building, we can talk
- Of a fierce woman.
-
- [_CONCOBAR, a man much older than CUCHULLAIN, has come in through
- the great door at the back. He has many KINGS about him. One of
- these KINGS, DAIRE, a stout old man, is somewhat drunk._
-
- _Concobar._ [_To one of those about him._] Has the ship gone yet?
- We have need of more bronze workers, and that ship
- I sent to Africa for gold is late.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I knew their talk.
-
- _Concobar._ [_Seeing CUCHULLAIN._] You are before us, King.
-
- _Cuchullain._ So much the better, for I welcome you
- Into my Muirthemne.
-
- _Concobar._ But who are these?
- The odour from their garments when they stir
- Is like a wind out of an apple garden.
-
- _Cuchullain._ My swordsmen and harp players and fine dancers,
- My bosom friends.
-
- _Concobar._ I should have thought, Cuchullain,
- My graver company would better match
- Your greatness and your years; but I waste breath
- In harping on that tale.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You do, great King.
- Because their youth is the kind wandering wave
- That carries me about the world; and if it sank,
- My sword would lose its lightness.
-
- _Concobar._ Yet, Cuchullain,
- Emain should be the foremost town of the world.
-
- _Cuchullain._ It is the foremost town.
-
- _Concobar._ No, no, it's not.
- Nothing but men can make towns great, and he,
- The one over-topping man that's in the world,
- Keeps far away.
-
- _Daire._ He will not hear you, King,
- And we old men had best keep company
- With one another. I'll fill the horn for you.
-
- _Concobar._ I will not drink, old fool. You have drunk a horn
- At every door we came to.
-
- _Daire._ You'd better drink,
- For old men light upon their youth again
- In the brown ale. When I have drunk enough,
- I am like Cuchullain as one pea another,
- And live like a bird's flight from tree to tree.
-
- _Concobar._ We'll to our chairs for we have much to talk of,
- And we have Ullad and Muirthemne, and here
- Is Conall Muirthemne in the nick of time.
-
- [_He goes to the back of stage to welcome a company of KINGS who
- come in through the great door. The other KINGS gradually get into
- their places. CUCHULLAIN sits in his great chair with certain of the
- young men standing around him. Others of the young men, however,
- remain with DAIRE at the ale vat. DAIRE holds out the horn of ale to
- one or two of the older KINGS as they pass him going to their
- places. They pass him by, most of them silently refusing._
-
- _Daire._ Will you not drink?
-
- _An Old King._ Not till the council's over.
-
- _A Young King._ But I'll drink, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ Fill me a horn too, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ If I'd drunk half that you have drunk to-day,
- I'd be upon all fours.
-
- _Daire._ That would be natural
- When Mother Earth had given you this good milk
- From her great breasts.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_To one of the YOUNG KINGS beside him._]
- One is content awhile
- With a soft warm woman who folds up our lives
- In silky network. Then, one knows not why,
- But one's away after a flinty heart.
-
- _The Young King._ How long can the net keep us?
-
- _Cuchullain._ All our lives
- If there are children, and a dozen moons
- If there are none, because a growing child
- Has so much need of watching it can make
- A passion that's as changeable as the sea
- Change till it holds the wide earth to its heart.
- At least I have heard a father say it, but I
- Being childless do not know it. Come nearer yet;
- Though he is ringing that old silver rod
- We'll have our own talk out. They cannot hear us.
-
- [_CONCOBAR who is now seated in his great chair, opposite
- CUCHULLAIN, beats upon the pillar of the house that is nearest to
- him with a rod of silver, till the KINGS have become silent.
- CUCHULLAIN alone continues to talk in a low voice to those about
- him, but not so loud as to disturb the silence. CONCOBAR rises and
- speaks standing._
-
- _Concobar._ I have called you hither, Kings of Ullad, and Kings
- Of Muirthemne and Connall Muirthemne,
- And tributary Kings, for now there is peace--
- It's time to build up Emain that was burned
- At the outsetting of these wars; for we,
- Being the foremost men, should have high chairs
- And be much stared at and wondered at, and speak
- Out of more laughing overflowing hearts
- Than common men. It is the art of kings
- To make what's noble nobler in men's eyes
- By wide uplifted roofs, where beaten gold,
- That's ruddy with desire, marries pale silver
- Among the shadowing beams; and many a time
- I would have called you hither to this work,
- But always, when I'd all but summoned you,
- Some war or some rebellion would break out.
-
- _Daire._ Where's Maine Morgor and old Usnach's children,
- And that high-headed even-walking Queen,
- And many near as great that got their death
- Because you hated peace? I can remember
- The people crying out when Deirdre passed
- And Maine Morgor had a cold gray eye.
- Well, well, I'll throw this heel-tap on the ground,
- For it may be they are thirsty.
-
- _A King._ Be silent, fool.
-
- _Another King._ Be silent, Daire.
-
- _Concobar._ Let him speak his mind.
- I have no need to be afraid of ghosts,
- For I have made but necessary wars.
- I warred to strengthen Emain, or because
- When wars are out they marry and beget
- And have their generations like mankind
- And there's no help for it; but I'm well content
- That they have ended and left the town so great,
- That its mere name shall be in times to come
- Like a great ale vat where the men of the world
- Shall drink no common ale but the hard will,
- The unquenchable hope, the friendliness of the sword.
-
- [_He takes thin boards on which plans have been carved by those
- about him._
-
- Give me the building plans, and have you written
- That we--Cuchullain is looking in his shield;
- It may be the pale riders of the wind
- Throw pictures on it, or that Mananan,
- His father's friend and sometime fosterer,
- Foreknower of all things, has cast a vision,
- Out of the cold dark of the rich sea,
- Foretelling Emain's greatness.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, great King,
- I looked on this out of mere idleness,
- Imagining a far-off country and one
- That held it with a sword, although a woman.
-
- _Concobar._ A woman needs but laugh, or a friend sigh,
- And you're afar off sounding through the world,
- While I plan Emain's greatness.
-
- [_The sound of a trumpet without._
-
- Open the doors!
- I hear a herald's trumpet, and await,
- It may be, the heavy fleeces of the sea
- And golden and silver apples or ancient crowns
- Long hidden in the well at the World's End,
- Or glittering garments of the salmon, tributes
- From the Great Plain, or the high people of Sorcha,
- Or the walled garden in the east of the world.
-
- [_The great door at the back is flung open; a YOUNG MAN, who is
- fully armed and carries a shield with a woman's head painted on it,
- stands upon the threshold. Behind him are trumpeters. He walks into
- the centre of the hall, the trumpeting ceases._
-
- What is your message?
-
- _Young Man._ I am of Aoife's army.
-
- _First King._ Queen Aoife and her army have fallen upon us.
-
- _Second King._ Out swords! Out swords!
-
- _Third King._ They are about the house.
-
- _Fourth King._ Rush out! Rush out! Before they have fired the thatch.
-
- _Young Man._ Aoife is far away. I am alone.
- I have come alone in the midst of you
- To weigh this sword against Cuchullain's sword.
-
- [_There is a murmur amongst the KINGS._
-
- _Concobar._ And are you noble? for if of common seed
- You cannot weigh your sword against his sword
- But in mixed battle.
-
- _Young Man._ I am under bonds
- To tell my name to no man, but it's noble.
-
- _Concobar._ But I would know your name and not your bonds.
- You cannot speak in the Assembly House
- If you are not noble.
-
- _A King._ Answer the High King.
-
- _Young Man._ [_Drawing his sword._]
- I will give no other proof than the hawk gives
- That it's no sparrow.
-
- [_He is silent a moment, then speaks to all._
-
- Yet look upon me, Kings;
- I too am of that ancient seed and carry
- The signs about this body and in these bones.
-
- _Cuchullain._ To have shown the hawk's gray feather is enough,
- And you speak highly too.
-
- [_CUCHULLAIN comes down from his great chair. He remains standing on
- the steps of the chair. The YOUNG KINGS gather about him and begin
- to arm him._
-
- Give me that helmet!
- I'd thought they had grown weary sending champions.
- That leathern coat will do. The High King there
- Being old in wisdom can think of times to come,
- But the hawk's sleepy till its well-beloved
- Cries out amid the acorns, or it has seen
- Its enemy like a speck upon the sun.
- What's Emain to the hawk when that clear eye
- Is burning nearer up in the high air?
- That buckle should be tighter. Give me your shield.
- There is good level ground at Baile's Yew-tree,
- Some dozen yards from here, and it's but truth
- That I am sad to-day and this fight welcome.
-
- [_He looks hard at the YOUNG MAN, and then steps down on the floor
- of the Assembly House. He grasps the YOUNG MAN by the shoulder._
-
- Hither into the light.
-
- [_Turning to one of the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- The very tint
- Of her that I was speaking of but now:
- Not a pin's difference.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- You are from the North,
- Where there are many that have that tint of hair,
- Red-brown, the light red-brown. Come nearer, boy!
- For I would have another look at you.
- There's more likeness, a pale, a stone pale cheek.
- What brought you, boy? Have you no fear of death?
-
- _Young Man._ Whether I live or die is in the Gods' hands.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That is all words, all words, a young man's talk;
- I am their plough, their harrow, their very strength,
- For he that's in the sun begot this body
- Upon a mortal woman, and I have heard tell
- It seemed as if he had outrun the moon,
- That he must always follow through waste heaven,
- He loved so happily. He'll be but slow
- To break a tree that was so sweetly planted.
- Let's see that arm; I'll see it if I like.
- That arm had a good father and a good mother,
- But it is not like this.
-
- _Young Man._ You are mocking me.
- You think I am not worthy to be fought,
- But I'll not wrangle but with this talkative knife.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Put up your sword, I am not mocking you.
- I'd have you for my friend, but if it's not
- Because you have a hot heart and a cold eye
- I cannot tell the reason. You've got her fierceness,
- And nobody is as fierce as those pale women.
-
- [_To the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- We'll keep him here in Muirthemne awhile.
-
- _A Young King._ You are the leader of our pack and therefore
- May cry what you will.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You'll stop with us
- And we will hunt the deer and the wild bulls,
- And, when we have grown weary, light our fires
- In sandy places where the wool-white foam
- Is murmuring and breaking, and it may be
- That long-haired women will come out of the dunes
- To dance in the yellow fire-light. You hang your head,
- Young man, as if it was not a good life;
- And yet what's better than to hurl the spear,
- And hear the long-remembering harp, and dance?
- Friendship grows quicker in the murmuring dark;
- But I can see there's no more need for words
- And that you'll be my friend now.
-
- _First Old King._ Concobar,
- Forbid their friendship, for it will get twisted
- To a reproach against us.
-
- _Concobar._ Until now
- I'd never need to cry Cuchullain on
- And would not now.
-
- _First Old King._ They'll say his manhood's quenched.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts, but I'll have something too,
- An arm-ring or the like, and if you will
- We'll fight it out when you are older, boy.
-
- _An Old King._ Aoife will make some story out of this.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, well, what matter, I'll have that arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Young Man._ There is no man I'd sooner have my friend
- Than you whose name has gone about the world
- As if it had been the wind, but Aoife'd say
- I had turned coward.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts
- That Aoife'll know and all her people know
- To have been my gifts. Mananan, son of the sea,
- Gave me this heavy embroidered cloak. Nine Queens
- Of the Land-under-Wave had woven it
- Out of the fleeces of the sea. O! tell her
- I was afraid, or tell her what you will.
- No! tell her that I heard a raven croak
- On the north side of the house and was afraid.
-
- _An Old King._ Some witch of the air has troubled Cuchullain's mind.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No witchcraft, his head is like a woman's head
- I had a fancy for.
-
- _Second Old King._ A witch of the air
- Can make a leaf confound us with memories.
- They have gone to school to learn the trick of it.
-
- _Cuchullain._ But there's no trick in this. That arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Third Old King._ He shall not go unfought, I'll fight with him.
-
- _Fourth Old King._ No! I will fight with him.
-
- _First Old King._ I claim the fight,
- For when we sent an army to her land----
-
- _Second Old King._ I claim the fight, for one of Aoife's galleys
- Stole my great cauldron and a herd of pigs.
-
- _Third Old King._ No, no, I claim it, for at Lammas' time----
-
- _Cuchullain._ Back! Back! Put up your swords! Put up your swords!
- There's none alive that shall accept a challenge
- I have refused. Laegaire, put up your sword.
-
- _Young Man._ No, let them come, let any three together.
- If they've a mind to, I'll try it out with four.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That's spoken as I'd spoken it at your age,
- But you are in my house. Whatever man
- Would fight with you shall fight it out with me.
- They're dumb. They're dumb. How many of you would meet
-
- [_Drawing his sword._
-
- This mutterer, this old whistler, this sandpiper,
- This edge that's grayer than the tide, this mouse
- That's gnawing at the timbers of the world,
- This, this--Boy, I would meet them all in arms
- If I'd a son like you. He would avenge me
- When I have withstood for the last time the men
- Whose fathers, brothers, sons, and friends I have killed
- Upholding Ullad; when the four provinces
- Have gathered with the ravens over them.
- But I'd need no avenger. You and I
- Would scatter them like water from a dish.
-
- _Young Man._ We'll stand by one another from this out.
- Here is the ring.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, turn and turn about,
- But my turn is first, because I am the older.
- Cliodna embroidered these bird wings, but Fand
- Made all these little golden eyes with the hairs
- That she had stolen out of Aengus' beard,
- And therefore none that has this cloak about him
- Is crossed in love. The heavy inlaid brooch
- That Buan hammered has a merit too.
-
- [_He begins spreading the cloak out on a bench, showing it to the
- YOUNG MAN. Suddenly CONCOBAR beats with his silver rod on a pillar
- beside his chair. All turn towards him._
-
- _Concobar._ [_In a loud voice._]
- No more of that, I will not have this friendship.
- Cuchullain is my man and I forbid it;
- He shall not go unfought for I myself----
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Seizing CONCOBAR._]
- You shall not stir, High King, I'll hold you there.
-
- _Concobar._ Witchcraft has maddened you.
-
- _The Kings._ [_Shouting._] Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft.
-
- _A King._ You saw another's head upon his shoulders
- All of a sudden, a woman's head, Cuchullain.
- Then raised your hand against the King of Ullad.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Letting CONCOBAR go, and looking wildly about him._]
- Yes, yes, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.
-
- _Daire._ Why, there's no witchcraft in it, I myself
- Have made a hundred of these sudden friendships
- And fought it out next day. But that was folly,
- For now that I am old I know it is best
- To live in comfort.
-
- _A King._ Pull the fool away!
-
- _Daire._ I'll throw a heel-tap to the one that dies.
-
- _Concobar._ Some witch is floating in the air above us.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft and the power of witchcraft.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- Why did you do it? was it Calatin's daughters?
- Out, out, I say, for now it's sword on sword.
-
- _Young Man._ But, but, I did not.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Out, I say, out, out!
- Sword upon sword.
-
- [_He goes towards the door at back, followed by YOUNG MAN. He
- turns on the threshold and cries out, looking at the YOUNG MAN._
-
- That hair my hands were drowned in!
-
- [_He goes out, followed by YOUNG MAN. The other KINGS begin to
- follow them out._
-
- _A King._ I saw him fight with Ferdiad.
-
- _Second King._ We'll be too late,
- They're such a long time getting through the door.
-
- _Third King._ Run quicker, quicker.
-
- _Daire._ I was at the Smith's
- When he that was the boy Setanta then----
-
- [_Sound, of fighting outside._
-
- _Third King._ He will have killed him.
- They have begun the fight!
-
- [_They all go out, leaving the house silent and empty. There is a
- pause during which one hears the clashing of the swords. BARACH and
- FINTAIN come in from side door. BARACH is dragging FINTAIN._
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have eaten it, you have left me nothing
-but the bones.
-
-_Fintain._ O, that I should have to endure such a plague. O, I ache all
-over. O, I am pulled in pieces. This is the way you pay me for all the
-good I have done you!
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have told me lies about a wild dog.
-Nobody has seen a wild dog about the place this twelve month. Lie there
-till the Kings come. O, I will tell Concobar and Cuchullain and all the
-Kings about you!
-
-_Fintain._ What would have happened to you but for me, and you without
-your wits? If I did not take care of you what would you do for food and
-warmth?
-
-_Barach._ You take care of me? You stay safe and send me into every kind
-of danger. You sent me down the cliff for gull's eggs while you warmed
-your blind eyes in the sun. And then you ate all that were good for
-food. You left me the eggs that were neither egg nor bird. [_The blind
-man tries to rise. BARACH makes him lie down again._] Keep quiet now
-till I shut the door. There is some noise outside. There are swords
-crossing; a high vexing noise so that I can't be listening to myself.
-[_He goes to the big door at the back and shuts it._] Why can't they be
-quiet, why can't they be quiet! Ah, you would get away, would you? [_He
-follows the blind man who has been crawling along the wall and makes him
-lie down close to the KING'S chair._] Lie there, lie there. No, you
-won't get away. Lie there till the Kings come, I'll tell them all about
-you. I shall tell it all. How you sit warming yourself, when you have
-made me light a fire of sticks, while I sit blowing it with my mouth. Do
-you not always make me take the windy side of the bush when it blows and
-the rainy side when it rains?
-
-_Fintain._ O good fool, listen to me. Think of the care I have taken of
-you. I have brought you to many a warm hearth, where there was a good
-welcome for you, but you would not stay there, you were always wandering
-about.
-
-_Barach._ The last time you brought me in, it was not I who wandered
-away, but you that got put out because you took the crubeen out of the
-pot, when you thought nobody was looking. Keep quiet now, keep quiet
-till I shut the door. Here is Cuchullain, now you will be beaten. I am
-going to tell him everything.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_Comes in and says to the fool._] Give me that horn.
-
- [_The fool gives him a horn which CUCHULLAIN fills with ale and
- drinks._
-
-_Fintain._ Do not listen to him, listen to me.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What are you wrangling over?
-
-_Barach._ He is fat and good for nothing. He has left me the bones and
-the feathers.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What feathers?
-
-_Barach._ I left him turning a fowl at the fire. He ate it all. He left
-me nothing but the bones and feathers.
-
-_Fintain._ Do not believe him. You do not know how vain this fool is. I
-gave him the feathers, because I thought he would like nothing so well.
-
- [_BARACH is sitting on a bench playing with a heap of feathers,
- which he has taken out of the breast of his coat._
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top----
-
-_Fintain._ Where would he be but for me? I must be always thinking,
-thinking to get food for the two of us, and when we've got it, if the
-moon's at the full or the tide on the turn, he'll leave the rabbit in
-its snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip through his
-hands back into the water.
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top,
- Then was I an eagle cock;
- Now that you are a withered old block,
- Still am I an eagle cock!
-
-_Fintain._ Listen to him now! That's the sort of talk I have to put up
-with, day out day in.
-
- [_The fool is putting the feathers into his hair. CUCHULLAIN takes a
- handful of feathers out of the heap and out of the fool's hair, and
- begins to wipe the blood from his sword with them._
-
-_Barach._ He has taken my feathers to wipe his sword. It is blood that
-he is wiping from his sword!
-
-_Fintain._ Whose blood? Whose blood?
-
-_Cuchullain._ That young champion's.
-
-_Fintain._ He that came out of Aoife's country?
-
-_Cuchullain._ The Kings are standing round his body.
-
-_Fintain._ Did he fight long?
-
-_Cuchullain._ He thought to have saved himself with witchcraft.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said he would kill you. He came from
-Aoife's country to kill you. That blind man said they had taught him
-every kind of weapon that he might do it. But I always knew that you
-would kill him.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_To the blind man._] You knew him, then?
-
-_Fintain._ I saw him when I had my eyes, in Aoife's country.
-
-_Cuchullain._ You were in Aoife's country?
-
-_Fintain._ I knew him and his mother there.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was about to speak of her when he died.
-
-_Fintain._ He was a Queen's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What Queen, what Queen? [_He seizes the blind man._] Was
-it Scathach? There were many Queens. All the rulers were Queens.
-
-_Fintain._ No, not Scathach.
-
-_Cuchullain._ It was Uathach, then. Speak, speak!
-
-_Fintain._ I cannot speak, you are clutching me too tightly.
-[_CUCHULLAIN lets him go._] I cannot remember who it was. I am not
-certain. It was some Queen.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ She? No, no, she had no son when I was there.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ I had rather he had been some other woman's son. What
-father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman, a proud,
-pale amorous woman.
-
-_Fintain._ None knew whose son he was.
-
-_Cuchullain._ None knew? Did you know, old listener at doors?
-
-_Fintain._ No, no, I knew nothing.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that he heard Aoife boast that she'd never
-but the one lover, and he the only man that had overcome her in battle.
-
- [_A pause._
-
-_Fintain._ Somebody is trembling. Why are you trembling, fool? the bench
-is shaking, why are you trembling? Is Cuchullain going to hurt us? It
-was not I who told you, Cuchullain.
-
-_Barach._ It is Cuchullain who is trembling. He is shaking the bench
-with his knees.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was my son, and I have killed my son.
-
- [_A pause._
-
- 'Twas they that did it, the pale windy people,
- Where, where, where? My sword against the thunder.
- But no, for they have always been my friends;
- And though they love to blow a smoking coal
- Till it's all flame, the wars they blow aflame
- Are full of glory, and heart uplifting pride,
- And not like this; the wars they love awaken
- Old fingers and the sleepy strings of harps.
- Who did it then? Are you afraid; speak out,
- For I have put you under my protection
- And will reward you well. Dubthach the Chafer.
- He had an old grudge. No, for he is with Maeve.
- Laegaire did it. Why do you not speak?
- What is this house? [_A pause._] Now I remember all.
-
- _Fintain._ He will kill us. O, I am afraid!
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Who is before CONCOBAR'S chair._]
- 'Twas you who did it, you who sat up there
- With that old branch of silver, like a magpie
- Nursing a stolen spoon. Magpie, magpie,
- A maggot that is eating up the earth!
-
- [_Begins hacking at the chair with his sword._
-
- No, but a magpie, for he's flown away.
- Where did he fly to?
-
- _Fintain._ He is outside the door.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Outside the door?
-
- _Fintain._ He is under Baile's yew-tree.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Concobar, Concobar, the sword into your heart.
-
- [_He goes out. A pause. The fool goes to the great door at back and
- looks out after him._
-
-_Barach._ He is going up to King Concobar; they are all under the tree.
-No, no, he is standing still. There is a great wave going to break and
-he is looking at it. Ah! now he is running down to the sea, but he is
-holding up his sword as if he were going into a fight. [_A pause._] Well
-struck, well struck!
-
-_Fintain._ What is he doing now?
-
-_Barach._ Oh! he is fighting the waves.
-
-_Fintain._ He sees King Concobar's crown on every one of them.
-
-_Barach._ There, he has struck at a big one. He has struck the crown off
-it, he has made the foam fly. There again another big one.
-
- [_Shouting without._
-
-_Fintain._ Where are the Kings? What are the Kings doing?
-
-_Barach._ They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the
-people are running out of the houses, they are all running.
-
-_Fintain._ You say they are running out of the houses, there will be
-nobody left in the houses. Listen, fool.
-
-_Barach._ There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the
-deep water.
-
-_Fintain._ Come here, fool; come here, I say.
-
-_Barach._ [_Coming towards him but looking backward towards the door._]
-What is it?
-
-_Fintain._ There will be nobody in the houses. Come this way, come
-quickly; the ovens will be full; we will put our hands into the ovens.
-
-[_They go out._
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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand, by
-William Butler Yeats
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-Title: The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand
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-Author: William Butler Yeats
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-_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._
-
- THE SECRET ROSE.
- THE CELTIC TWILIGHT.
- POEMS.
- THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS.
- THE SHADOWY WATERS.
- IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
-
-
-
-
-PLAYS FOR AN IRISH THEATRE
-
-VOLUME III.
-
-
-
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD:
- AND
- ON BAILE'S STRAND:
-
- BEING VOLUME THREE OF PLAYS
- FOR AN IRISH THEATRE:
-
- BY W. B. YEATS
-
-
- LONDON: A. H. BULLEN,
- 47, GREAT RUSSELL STREET, W.C.
- 1904
-
- CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
- TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.
-
-
-
-
-NOTE
-
-
-Both these plays have been written for Mr. Fay's "Irish National
-Theatre." "The King's Threshold" was played in October, 1903, and "On
-Baile's Strand" will be played in February or March, 1904. Both are
-founded on Old Irish Prose Romances, but I have borrowed some ideas for
-the arrangement of my subject in "The King's Threshold" from "Sancan the
-Bard," a play published by Mr. Edwin Ellis some ten years ago.
-
- W. B. Y.
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS
-
-
- PAGE
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD 1
-
- ON BAILE'S STRAND 67
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD
-
-
-
-
-LIST OF CHARACTERS
-
- KING GUAIRE.
- THE CHAMBERLAIN OF KING GUAIRE.
- A Soldier.
- A Monk.
- THE MAYOR OF KINVARA.
- A Cripple.
- Another Cripple.
- AILEEN, } Ladies of the Court.
- ESSA, }
- PRINCESS BUAN.
- PRINCESS FINNHUA, her Sister.
- FEDELM, Seanchan's Sweetheart.
- CIAN, } Servants of Seanchan.
- BRIAN, }
- SENIAS, } Pupils of Seanchan.
- ARIAS, }
- SEANCHAN (pronounced Shanahan), Chief Poet of Ireland.
-
- Pupils, Courtiers.
-
-
-
-
-A PROLOGUE.[1]
-
- Footnote 1: Written for the first production of "The King's
- Threshold" in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the smallness
- of the company, nobody could be spared to speak it.
-
-
- _An OLD MAN with a red dressing-gown, red slippers and red
- nightcap, holding a brass candlestick with a guttering candle in it,
- comes on from side of stage and goes in front of the dull green
- curtain._
-
-_Old Man._ I've got to speak the prologue. [_He shuffles on a few
-steps._] My nephew, who is one of the play actors, came to me, and I in
-my bed, and my prayers said, and the candle put out, and he told me
-there were so many characters in this new play, that all the company
-were in it, whether they had been long or short at the business, and
-that there wasn't one left to speak the prologue. Wait a bit, there's a
-draught here. [_He pulls the curtain closer together._] That's better.
-And that's why I'm here, and maybe I'm a fool for my pains.
-
-And my nephew said, there are a good many plays to be played for you,
-some to-night and some on other nights through the winter, and the most
-of them are simple enough, and tell out their story to the end. But as
-to the big play you are to see to-night, my nephew taught me to say what
-the poet had taught him to say about it. [_Puts down candlestick and
-puts right finger on left thumb._] First, he who told the story of
-Seanchan on King Guaire's threshold long ago in the old books told it
-wrongly, for he was a friend of the king, or maybe afraid of the king,
-and so he put the king in the right. But he that tells the story now,
-being a poet, has put the poet in the right.
-
-And then [_touches other finger_] I am to say: Some think it would be a
-finer tale if Seanchan had died at the end of it, and the king had the
-guilt at his door, for that might have served the poet's cause better in
-the end. But that is not true, for if he that is in the story but a
-shadow and an image of poetry had not risen up from the death that
-threatened him, the ending would not have been true and joyful enough to
-be put into the voices of players and proclaimed in the mouths of
-trumpets, and poetry would have been badly served.
-
- [_He takes up the candlestick again._
-
-And as to what happened Seanchan after, my nephew told me he didn't
-know, and the poet didn't know, and it's likely there's nobody that
-knows. But my nephew thinks he never sat down at the king's table again,
-after the way he had been treated, but that he went to some quiet green
-place in the hills with Fedelm, his sweetheart, where the poor people
-made much of him because he was wise, and where he made songs and
-poems, and it's likely enough he made some of the old songs and the old
-poems the poor people on the hillsides are saying and singing to-day.
-
- [_A trumpet-blast._
-
-Well, it's time for me to be going. That trumpet means that the curtain
-is going to rise, and after a while the stage there will be filled up
-with great ladies and great gentlemen, and poets, and a king with a
-crown on him, and all of them as high up in themselves with the pride of
-their youth and their strength and their fine clothes as if there was no
-such thing in the world as cold in the shoulders, and speckled shins,
-and the pains in the bones and the stiffness in the joints that make an
-old man that has the whole load of the world on him ready for his bed.
-
- [_He begins to shuffle away, and then stops._
-
-And it would be better for me, that nephew of mine to be thinking less
-of his play-acting, and to have remembered to boil down the knap-weed
-with a bit of three-penny sugar, for me to be wetting my throat with
-now and again through the night, and drinking a sup to ease the pains in
-my bones.
-
- [_He goes out at side of stage._
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD.
-
-
- SCENE: _Steps before the Palace of KING GUAIRE at Gort. A table in
- front of steps to right with food on it. SEANCHAN lying on steps to
- left. PUPILS before steps. KING on top of steps at centre._
-
- _King._ I welcome you that have the mastery
- Of the two kinds of music; the one kind
- Being like a woman, the other like a man;
- Both you that understand stringed instruments,
- And how to mingle words and notes together
- So artfully, that all the art is but speech
- Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
- The long twisted horn and understand
- The heady notes that being without words
- Can hurry beyond time and fate and change;
- For the high angels that drive the horse of time,
- The golden one by day, by night the silver,
- Are not more welcome to one that loves the world
- For some fair woman's sake.
-
- I have called you hither
- To save the life of your great master, Seanchan,
- For all day long it has flamed up or flickered
- To the fast-cooling hearth.
-
- _Senias._ When did he sicken?
- Is it a fever that is wasting him?
-
- _King._ He did not sicken, but three days ago
- He said he would not eat, and lay down there
- And has not eaten since. Till yesterday
- I thought that hunger and weakness had been enough,
- But finding them too trifling and too light
- To hold his mouth from biting at the grave
- I called you hither, and have called others yet.
- The girl he is to wed at harvest-time,
- That should be of all living the most dear,
- Is coming from the South, and had I known
- Of any other neighbours or good friends
- That might persuade him, I had brought them hither,
- Even though I'd to ransack the world for them.
-
- _Senias._ What was it put him to this work, High King?
-
- _King._ You will call it no great matter. Three days ago
- I yielded to the outcry of my courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law,
- Who long had thought it against their dignity
- For a mere man of words to sit among them
- At my own table; and when the meal was spread
- I ordered Seanchan to good company,
- But to a lower table; and when he pleaded
- The poet's right, established when the world
- Was first established, I said that I was King
- And made and unmade rights at my own pleasure.
- And that it was the men who ruled the world,
- And not the men who sang to it, who should sit
- Where there was the most honour. My courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law
- Shouted approval, and amid that noise
- Seanchan went out, and from that hour to this,
- Although there is good food and drink beside him,
- Has eaten nothing. If a man is wronged,
- Or thinks that he is wronged, and will lie down
- Upon another's threshold until he dies,
- The common people for all time to come
- Will raise a heavy cry against that threshold,
- Even though it is the King's. He lies there now
- Perishing; he is calling against my majesty,
- That old custom that has no meaning in it,
- And as he perishes, my name in the world
- Is perishing also. I cannot give way
- Because I am King, because if I give way
- My nobles would call me a weakling, and it may be
- The very throne be shaken; but should you
- That are his friends speak to him and persuade him
- To turn his mouth from the ill-savouring grave
- And eat good food, he shall not lack my favour;
- For I will give plough-land and grazing-land,
- Or all but anything he has set his heart on.
- It is not all because of my good name
- I'd have him live, for I have found him a man
- That might well hit the fancy of a king
- Banished out of his country, or a woman's,
- Or any other's that can judge a man
- For what he is. But I that sit a throne,
- And take my measure from the needs of the state,
- Call his wild thought that over-runs the measure,
- Making words more than deeds, and his proud will
- That would unsettle all, most mischievous,
- And he himself a most mischievous man.
-
- _Senias._ King, whether you did right or wrong in this
- Let the King say, for all that I need say
- Is that there's nothing that cries out for death
- In the withholding of that ancient right,
- And that I will persuade him. Your own words
- Had been enough persuasion were it not
- That he is lost in dreams that hunger makes,
- And therefore heedless, or lost in heedless sleep.
-
- _King._ I leave him to your love, that it may promise
- Plough-lands and grass-lands, jewels and silken wear,
- Or anything but that old right of the poets.
-
- [_He goes out. The PUPILS, who have been standing perfectly quiet,
- all turn towards SEANCHAN, and move a step nearer._
-
- _Senias._ The King did wrong to abrogate our right,
- But Seanchan, who talks of dying for it,
- Talks foolishly. Look at us, Seanchan,
- Waken out of your dream and look at us,
- Who have ridden under the moon and all the day,
- Until the moon has all but come again,
- That we might be beside you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN turns half round leaning on his elbow, and speaks as if
- in a dream._
-
- _Seanchan._ I was but now
- At Almhuin, in a great high-raftered house,
- With Finn and Osgar. Odours of roast flesh
- Rose round me and I saw the roasting spits,
- And then the dream was broken, and I saw
- Grania dividing salmon by a pool,
- And then I was awakened by your voice.
-
- _Senias._ It is your hunger that makes you dream of flesh
- Roasting, and for your hunger I could weep;
- And yet the hunger of the crane that starves
- Because the moonlight glittering on the pool
- And flinging a pale shadow has made it shy,
- Seems to me little more fantastical
- Than this that's blown into so great a trouble.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Who has turned away again._]
- There is much truth in that, for all things change
- At times, as if the moonlight altered them,
- And my mind alters as if it were the crane's;
- For when the heavy body has grown weak
- There's nothing that can tether the wild mind
- That being moonstruck and fantastical
- Goes where it fancies. I had even thought
- I knew your voice and face, but now the words
- Are so unlikely that I needs must ask
- Who is it that bids me put my hunger by?
-
- _Senias._ I am your oldest pupil, Seanchan;
- The one that has been with you many years,
- So many that you said at Candlemas
- That I had almost done with school, and knew
- All but all that poets understand.
-
- _Seanchan._ My oldest pupil. No, that cannot be;
- For it is someone of the courtly crowds
- That have been round about me from sunrise
- And I am tricked by dreams, but I'll refute them.
- I asked the pupil that I loved the best,
- At Candlemas, why poetry is honoured,
- Wishing to know how he'd defend our craft
- In distant lands among strange churlish Kings.
- And he'd an answer.
-
- _Senias._ I said the poets hung
- Images of the life that was in Eden
- About the childbed of the world, that it,
- Looking upon those images, might bear
- Triumphant children; but why must I stand here
- Repeating an old lesson while you starve?
-
- _Seanchan._ Tell on, for I begin to know the voice;
- What evil thing will come upon the world
- If the arts perish?
-
- _Senias._ If the arts should perish
- The world that lacked them would be like a woman
- That looking on the cloven lips of a hare
- Brings forth a hare-lipped child.
-
- _Seanchan._ But that's not all.
- For when I asked you how a man should guard
- Those images you had an answer also,
- If you're the man that you have claimed to be,
- Comparing them to venerable things
- God gave to men before he gave them wheat.
-
- _Senias._ I answered, and the word was half your own,
- That he should guard them, as the men of Dea
- Guard their four treasures, as the Grail King guards
- His holy cup, or the pale righteous horse
- The jewel that is underneath his horn,
- Pouring out life for it, as one pours out
- Sweet heady wine--but now I understand
- You would refute me out of my own mouth;
- And yet a place at table near the King
- Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan.
- How does so light a thing touch poetry?
-
- [_SEANCHAN is now sitting up. He still looks dreamily in front of
- him._
-
- _Seanchan._ At Candlemas you called this poetry
- One of the fragile mighty things of God
- That die at an insult.
-
- _Senias._ [_To other PUPILS._] Give me some true answer.
- For on that day we spoke about the court
- And said that all that was insulted there
- The world insulted, for the courtly life,
- Being the first comely child of the world,
- Is the world's model. How shall I answer him?
- Can you not give me some true argument?
- I will not tempt him with a lying one.
-
- _Arias._ [_Throwing himself at SEANCHAN'S feet._]
- Why did you take me from my father's fields?
- If you would leave me now, what shall I love?
- Where shall I go, what shall I set my hand to?
- And why have you put music in my ears
- If you would send me to the clattering houses?
- I will throw down the trumpet and the harp,
- For how could I sing verses or make music
- With none to praise me and a broken heart?
-
- _Seanchan._ What was it that the poets promised you
- If it was not their sorrow? Do not speak.
- Have I not opened school on these bare steps,
- And are not you the youngest of my scholars?
- And I would have all know that when all falls
- In ruin, poetry calls out in joy,
- Being the scattering hand, the bursting pod,
- The victim's joy among the holy flame,
- God's laughter at the shattering of the world,
- And now that joy laughs out and weeps and burns
- On these bare steps.
-
- _Arias._ O Master, do not die.
-
- [_Three men come in. CIAN and BRIAN, old men carrying basket with
- food, and MAYOR OF KINVARA. They stand at the side listening._
-
- _Senias._ Trouble him with no useless argument.
- Be silent; there is nothing we can do
- Except find out the King and kneel to him
- And beg our ancient right. These three have come
- To say whatever we could say and more,
- And fare as badly. Come, boy, that's no use;
-
- [_He lifts the BOY up._
-
- If it seem well that we beseech the King,
- Lay down your harps and trumpets on the stones
- In silence and come with me silently.
- Come with slow footfalls and bow all your heads,
- For a bowed head becomes a mourner best.
-
- [_They lay the harps and trumpets down one by one and then go out
- very solemnly and slowly, following one another._
-
- _Cian._ Let's show the food that's in the basket.
-
- _Mayor._ [_Who carries an Ogham stick._] No,
- I must get through my speech or I'll forget it;
- Besides, there is no reason why he'd eat
- Till he has heard my reasons.
-
- _Cian._ It were better
- To show what we have brought him in the basket,
- For we have nothing that he has not liked
- From boyhood.
-
- _Brian._ For we have not brought kings' food
- That's cooked for everybody and nobody.
-
- _Mayor._ You are not showing right respect to me,
- Or to the people of Kinvara, when you wish
- That something else should come before my message.
-
- _Seanchan._ What brings you here? I never sent for you.
-
- _Cian._ He must be famishing, he looks so pale.
- We had better get the food out first. I tell you,
- That we have brought the things he likes the best.
-
- _Mayor._ No, no; I lost a word at every cross road
- And maybe if I do not speak it now
- I'll have forgot it.
-
- _Cian._ Well, out with it quickly.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why, what's this foolery?
-
- _Mayor._ No foolery;
- A message from the richest, best born townsman
- Of your own town, and from your aged father.
-
- _Cian._ Run through it while I am getting out the food.
-
- _Mayor._ How was I to begin? What was the word
- That was to keep it in my memory?
- Wait, I have notched it on this Ogham stick.
- "Chief poet," "Ireland," "Townsman"; that is it.
- Chief poet of Ireland, when we heard that trouble
- Had come between you and the King of Ireland
- It plunged us in deep sorrow, part for you,
- Our honoured townsman, part for our good town.
- The King was said to be most friendly to us,
- And we had reasons, as you'll recollect,
- For thinking that he was about to give
- Those grazing lands inland we so much need,
- Being pinched between the water and the rocks.
- But now his friendliness being ill repaid
- Will be turned from us and our town get nothing.
- But there was something else--I'll find the word
- That was to keep it in my memory.
- "Pride"--that's the word,--we would not have you think,
- Weighty as these considerations are,
- That they have been as weighty in our minds
- As our desire that one we take much pride in,
- A man who has been an honour to our town,
- Should live and prosper, therefore we beseech you
- To give way in a matter of no moment,
- A matter of mere sentiment, a trifle,
- That we may always keep our pride in you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Their pride, their pride, what do they know of pride?
- My pupils do not know it, for they beg
- From the King's favour what is theirs by right,
- And how can men, that God has made so weak
- They need a rich man's favour every day,
- Know anything of pride?
-
- _Cian._ [_To MAYOR._] You have spoken it wrongly.
- You have forgotten something out of it about the cattle dying.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you do not know, being much away,
- How many of our cattle died last winter
- From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness
- Because the poor had nothing but salt fish
- To live upon. The people all came out
- And stood about the doors as I went by.
-
- _Seanchan._ What would you have of me?
- For there are men that shall be born at last
- And find sweet nurture that they may have voices
- Even in anger like the strings of harps.
- Yet how could they be born to majesty
- If I had never made the golden cradle?
-
- _Mayor._ What is it? "Father"--"Mother"; that is it;
- Your father sends this message.
-
- _Cian._ He is listening.
-
- _Mayor._ He says that he is old and that he needs you,
- And that the people will be pointing at him
- And he not able to lift up his head
- If you should turn the King's favour away.
- And he adds to it, that he cared you well,
- And you in your young age, and that it's right
- That you should care him now.
-
- _Cian._ And when he spoke
- He cried because the stiffness of his bones
- Prevented him from coming.
-
- _Mayor._ But your mother
- Has sent no message, for when they had told her
- The way it is between you and the King
- She said, "No message can do any good,
- He will not send the answer that you want;
- We cannot change him," and she went indoors,
- Lay down upon her bed and turned her face
- Out of the light. And thereupon your father
- Said, "Tell him how she is, and that she sends
- No message." I have nothing more to say.
- Cian and Brian, you can set out the food.
-
- [_He sits down on steps. SEANCHAN is silent._
-
- _Mayor._ I have a horse waiting outside the town
- To bring me home, and all the neighbours wait
- Your answer. What answer am I to bring?
-
- _Seanchan._ Give them my answer--no, I have no answer:
- My mother knew it.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you have forgotten
- That all our fields are so heaped up with stones
- That the goats famish, and the mowers mow
- With knives, and that the King half promised us----
-
- _Seanchan._ Thrust that old cloak of yours into your mouth
- Till it's done gabbling.
-
- _Mayor._ But----
-
- _Cian._ You have said enough;
- I knew that you would never speak it right.
-
- _Seanchan._ Our mothers know us, they know us to the bone,
- They knew us before birth, and that is why
- They know us even better than the sweethearts
- Upon whose breasts we have lain.
-
- _Brian._ We have brought your honour
- The food that you have always liked the best,
- Young pigeons from Kinvara, and watercress
- Out of the stream that's by the blessed well,
- And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour,
- It is wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea.
-
- _Seanchan._ O Brian, you would spread the table for me
- As you would spread it when I was in my childhood;
- But all that's finished.
-
- _Mayor._ I knew he would not care
- For country things now that he's grown accustomed
- To the King's dishes. I told Brian too
- He'd have his pains for nothing. But he's old.
-
- [_Goes over to table at right. While he is speaking CIAN and BRIAN
- are in vain offering SEANCHAN food._
-
- And what dishes! Venison from Slieve Echtge
- Fattened with poor men's crops; flesh of wild pig;
- Not fat nor lean, but streaky and right well cured;
- Bread that's the whitest that I've ever seen.
-
- _Cian._ You're in the right, you're in the right, he will not eat.
-
- [_Pouring wine into cup._
-
- _Mayor._ Bring him some wine, it will give him strength to eat.
-
- [_BRIAN brings wine over towards SEANCHAN._
-
- No wonder if the King is proud and merry,
- And keeps all day in the saddle, when even I
- Am well-nigh drunken with the odour of it,
- And if I dared--I dare not.
-
- _Cian._ Drink it, sir.
-
- _Brian._ Drink a few drops.
-
- _Seanchan._ Drink it yourself, old man,
- For you have come a journey, and I daresay
- You did not eat or drink upon the road.
-
- _Cian._ How can I drink it when your honour's thirsty?
-
- [_He offers cup again. The KING'S HOUSEHOLD comes in. CHAMBERLAIN
- with long staff, a SOLDIER, a MONK, two LADIES, followed by
- CRIPPLES who beg from the ladies, who keep close together at
- right, talking to each other at intervals. SOLDIER goes over to
- MAYOR, and talks to him._
-
- _Chamberlain._ Well, have you it in imagination still
- To overthrow the dignity of the King,
- Or is the game finished?
-
- [_A pause._
-
- How many days
- Will you keep up this quarrel with the King,
- With the King's nobles and myself and all
- Who'd gladly be your friends if you would let them?
-
- _Soldier._ [_Who has been speaking to MAYOR and SERVANTS._]
- Was it you that sent his servants and the Mayor
- Of his own town to wheedle him into life?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It was the King himself.
-
- _Soldier._ Was it worth our while
- To have got rid of him from the King's table
- If he is to be humoured and made much of?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It seems that he has not eaten yet, although
- He's had another dozen hours of hunger.
-
- _Soldier._ If he's so proud and obstinate a neck
- I'd let him starve.
-
- _Monk._ Persuade him to eat, my lord.
- His death would make a scandal, and stir up
- The common people.
-
- _Chamberlain._ And I have a fancy
- That if it brought misfortune on the King,
- Or the King's house, we'd be as little thought of
- As summer linen when the winter's come.
-
- _Aileen._ [_To CIAN._]
- You've had no luck, old man.
-
- _Cian._ We have not, lady.
-
- _Aileen._ Maybe he's out of humour with your ways,
- Having grown used to sprightlier service.
-
- _Cian._ Maybe.
- But the King's messengers have gone for one
- That will persuade him. [_To BRIAN._] Come, let us go;
- For she might lose her way in this fine place.
- Come, we have been too long upon the tree,
-
- [_Plucking sleeve of MAYOR._
-
- And there are little golden pippins here.
-
- _Soldier._ Give me the dish, I'll hand it him myself.
-
- _Aileen._ I wonder if she is pretty.
-
- [_MAYOR and SERVANTS have gone out._
-
- _Soldier._ Eat this, old hedgehog.
- Sniff up the savour and unroll yourself.
- But if I were the King I'd make you do it
- With wisps of lighted straw.
-
- _Seanchan._ You have rightly named me,
- I lie rolled up under the ragged thorns
- That are upon the edge of those great waters
- Where all things vanish away, and I have heard
- Murmurs that are the ending of all sound.
- I am out of life, I am rolled up, and yet,
- Hedgehog although I am, I'll not unroll
- For you, King's dog. Go to the King, your master,
- Crouch down and wag your tail, for it may be
- He has nothing now against you, and I think
- The stripes of your last beating are all healed.
-
- _Chamberlain._ Don't answer, you were never to his mind.
- And now you have angered him to no good purpose.
- But put the dish down and I will speak to him.
-
- _Seanchan._ You must needs keep your patience yet awhile,
- For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air
- To swallow before I have grown to be as civil
- As any other dust.
-
- _Chamberlain._ You wrong us, Seanchan,
- There is none here but holds you in respect,
- And if you would only eat out of this dish
- The King would show how much he honours you.
-
- _Aileen._ [_Giving CRIPPLE money._]
- You are always discontented. Look at this cripple,
- He has had to cover up his eyes with rags
- Because they are too weak to look at the sun,
- And has a crooked body, and yet he is cheerful.
- Stand there where he can see you.
-
- [_CRIPPLE goes over and stands in front of SEANCHAN, bowing and
- smiling._
-
- _Chamberlain._ We have come to you
- Because we wish you a long, prosperous life;
- Who could imagine you'd so take to heart
- Being put from the high table.
-
- _Seanchan._ It was not I
- That you have driven away from the high table,
- But the images of them that weave a dance,
- By the four rivers in the mountain garden.
-
- _Monk._ He means we have driven poetry away.
-
- _Chamberlain._ It is the men who are learned in the laws,
- Or have led the King's armies that should sit
- At the King's table. Nor has poetry
- Been altogether driven away, for I,
- As you should know, have written poetry,
- And often when the table has been cleared
- And candles lighted, the King calls for me
- And I repeat it him. My poetry
- Is not to be compared with yours, but still
- Where I am honoured, poetry is honoured
- In some measure.
-
- _Seanchan._ If you are a poet,
- Cry out that the King's money would not buy,
- Nor the high circle consecrate his head,
- If poets had never christened gold, and even
- The moon's poor daughter, that most whey-faced metal,
- Precious; and cry out that none alive
- Would ride among the arrows with high heart
- Or scatter with an open hand, had not
- Our heady craft commended wasteful virtues.
- And when that story's finished, shake your coat
- Where the little jewels gleam on it, and say
- A herdsman sitting where the pigs had trampled
- Made up a song about enchanted kings,
- Who were so finely dressed one fancied them
- All fiery, and women by the churn
- And children by the hearth caught up the song
- And murmured it until the tailors heard it.
-
- _Monk._ How proud these poets are! It was full time
- To break their pride.
-
- _Seanchan._ And I would have you say
- That when we are driven out we come again
- Like a great wind that runs out of the waste
- To blow the tables flat.
-
- _Chamberlain._ If you'd eat something
- You'd find you have these thoughts because you are hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ And when you have told them all these things, lie down
- On this bare threshold and starve until the King
- Restore to us the ancient right of the poets.
-
- _Aileen._ Let's come away. There's no use talking to him,
- For he's resolved to die, and that's no loss:
- We will go watch the hurley.
-
- _Monk._ You should obey
- The King's commandment and not question it,
- For it is God himself who has made him king.
-
- _Essa._ Let's hear his answer to the monk.
-
- _Seanchan._ Stoop down,
- For there is something I would say to you.
- Has that wild God of yours that was so wild
- When you'd but lately taken the King's pay,
- Grown any tamer? He gave you all much trouble
- Being so unruly and inconsiderate.
-
- _Aileen._ What does he mean?
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ Or it may be you have persuaded him
- To chirp between two dishes when the King
- Sits down to table.
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, sir.
- What do I care about your insolent dreams.
-
- _Seanchan._ And maybe he has learnt to sing quite softly
- Because loud singing would disturb the King
- Who is sitting drowsily among his friends
- After the table has been cleared----
-
- _Monk._ Let go.
-
- [_SEANCHAN has been dragged some feet, clinging to the MONK'S
- habit._
-
- _Seanchan._ Not yet; you did not think that hungry hands
- Could be so strong. They are not civil yet--
- I'd know if you have taught him to eat bread
- From the King's hand, and perch upon his finger.
- I think he perches on the King's strong hand,
- But it may be that he is still too wild.
- You must not weary in your work; a King
- Is often weary and he needs a God
- To be a comfort to him.
-
- [_The MONK plucks his habit away. SEANCHAN holds up his hand as if a
- bird perched upon it. He pretends to stroke the bird._
-
- A little god,
- With soft well-coloured feathers, and bright eyes.
-
- _Aileen._ We have listened long enough.
-
- _Essa._ Let us away,
- Where we can watch the young men at the hurley.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, yes, go to the hurley, go to the hurley,
- Go to the hurley, gather up your skirts,
- Run quickly. You can remember many love songs;
- I know it by the light that's in your eyes,
- But you'll forget them. You're fair to look on,
- Your feet delight in dancing, and your mouths
- In the slow smiling that awakens love.
- The mothers that have borne you mated rightly,
- For they had little ears as thirsty as are yours
- For many love-songs. Go to the young men:
- Are not the ruddy flesh and the thin flanks
- And the broad shoulders worthy of desire?
- Go from me. Here is nothing for your eyes,
- But it is I that am singing you away,
- Singing you to the young men.
-
- [_The two young PRINCESSES BUAN and FINNHUA come in. While he has
- been speaking AILEEN and ESSA have shrunk back holding each others
- hands._
-
- _Aileen._ Be quiet;
- Look who it is that has come out of the house.
- Princesses, we are for the hurling field.
- Will you come too?
-
- _Princess Buan._ We will go with you, Aileen,
- But we must have some words with Seanchan,
- For we have come to make him eat and drink.
-
- _Chamberlain._ I will hold out the dish and cup for him
- While you are speaking to him of his folly,
- If you desire it, Princess.
-
- [_He has taken up dish and cup._
-
- _Princess Buan._ Give me the cup.
- My sister there will carry the dish of meat:
- We'll offer them ourselves.
-
- _Aileen._ They are so gracious,
- The dear little princesses are so gracious.
-
- [_PRINCESS BUAN holds out her hand for SEANCHAN to kiss it; he does
- not move._
-
- Although she is holding out her hand to him
- He will not kiss it.
-
- _Princess Buan._ My father bids us say
- That though he cannot have you at his table,
- You may ask any other thing you like
- And he will give it you. We carry you
- A dish and a cup of wine, with our own hands,
- To show in what great honour you are held.
- Will you not drink a little? Does he not show
- Every befitting honour to the poets?
-
- _Aileen._ O look, he has taken it, he has taken it!
- The dear princesses, I have always said
- That nobody could refuse them anything.
-
- [_SEANCHAN takes the cup in one hand, in the other he holds for a
- moment the hand of the PRINCESS._
-
- _Seanchan._ O long soft fingers and pale finger-tips
- Well worthy to be laid in a king's hand;
- O you have fair white hands, for it is certain
- There is uncommon whiteness in these hands.
- But there is something comes into my mind,
- Princess. A little while before your birth
- I saw your mother sitting by the road
- In a high chair, and when a leper passed
- She pointed him the way into the town,
- And he lifted his hand and blessed her hand;
- I saw it with my own eyes. Hold out your hands,
- I will find out if they are contaminated;
- For it has come into my thoughts that may be
- The King has sent me food and drink by hands
- That are contaminated. I would see all your hands,
- You've eyes of dancers, but hold out your hands,
- For it may be there are none sound among you----
-
- [_The PRINCESSES have shrunk back in terror._
-
- _Princess Buan._ He has called us lepers.
-
- _Chamberlain._ He's out of his mind,
- And does not know the meaning of what he said.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Standing up._]
- There are no sound hands among you. No sound hands.
- Away with you, away with all of you,
- You are all lepers. There is leprosy
- Among the plates and dishes that you have brought me.
- I would know why you have brought me leper's wine?
-
- [_He flings the wine in their faces._
-
- There, there, I have given it to you again, and now
- Begone or I will give my curse to you.
- You have the leper's blessing, but you think
- Maybe the bread will something lack in savour
- Unless you mix my curse into the dough.
-
- [_They go out to L., all except the CRIPPLES. SEANCHAN is
- staggering in the middle of the stage._
-
- _Seanchan._ Where did I say the leprosy came from?
- I said it came out of a leper's hand
- And that he walked the highway; but that's folly,
- For he was walking up there in the sky
- And there he is even now with his white hand
- Thrust out of the blue air and blessing them
- With leprosy.
-
- _A Cripple._ He's pointing at the moon
- That's coming out up yonder, and he calls it
- Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.
-
- _Seanchan._ He's holding up his hand above them all
- King, Noblemen, Princesses, blessing all.
- Who could imagine he'd have so much patience.
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- [_Clutching other CRIPPLE._
-
- _Second Cripple._ If you don't need it, sir,
- May we not carry some of it away?
-
- [_He points to food._
-
- _Seanchan._ Who's speaking? Who are you?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Have pity on us, that must beg our bread
- From table to table throughout the entire world
- And yet be hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ But why were you born crooked?
- What bad poet did your mothers listen to
- That you were born so crooked?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come away.
- Maybe he's cursed the food and it might kill us.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Yes, better come away.
-
- [_They go out._
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Staggering and speaking wearily._]
- He has great strength
- And great patience to hold his right hand there
- Uplifted and not wavering about;
- He is much stronger than I am, much stronger.
-
- [_He sinks down on steps._
-
- _Enter from R. FEDELM, CIAN and BRIAN._
-
- _Brian._ There he is lying. Go over to him now
- And bid him eat.
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll get him out of this
- Before I have said a word of food and drink;
- For while he is on this threshold and can hear,
- It may be, the voices that made mock of him,
- He would not listen.
-
- _Brian._ That is a good plan.
- But there is little time, for he is weakening.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Crying._] I cannot think of any other plan
- Although it breaks my heart.
-
- _Cian._ Let's leave them now,
- For she will press the honey from her bag
- When we are gone.
-
- _Brian._ It will be hard to move him
- If hunger and thirst have got into his bones.
-
- [_They go out leaving FEDELM and SEANCHAN alone. FEDELM runs over to
- SEANCHAN and kneels down before him._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan! Seanchan!
-
- [_He remains looking into the sky._
-
- Can you not see me, Seanchan?
- It is myself.
-
- [_SEANCHAN looks at her dreamily at first, then takes her hand._
-
- _Seanchan._ Is this your hand, Fedelm?
- I have been looking at another hand
- That is up yonder.
-
- _Fedelm._ I have come for you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Fedelm, I did not know that you were here.
-
- _Fedelm._ And can you not remember that I promised
- That I would come and take you home with me
- When I'd the harvest in? and now I've come,
- And you must come away, and come on the instant.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, I will come; but is the harvest in?
- This air has got a summer taste in it.
-
- _Fedelm._ But is not the wild middle of the summer
- A better time to marry? Come with me now.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by both wrists._]
- Who taught you that, for it's a certainty,
- Although I never knew it till last night,
- That marriage, because it is the height of life,
- Can only be accomplished to the full
- In the high days of the year. I lay awake,
- There had come a frenzy into the light of the stars
- And they were coming nearer and I knew
- All in a minute they were about to marry
- Clods out upon the plough-lands, to beget
- A mightier race than any that has been;
- But some that are within there made a noise
- And frighted them away.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now;
- We have far to go, and daylight's running out.
-
- _Seanchan._ The stars had come so near me that I caught
- Their singing; it was praise of that great race
- That would be haughty, mirthful, and white-bodied
- With a high head, and open hand, and how
- Laughing, it would take the mastery of the world.
-
- _Fedelm._ But you will tell me all about their songs
- When we're at home. You have need of rest and care,
- And I can give them you when we're at home,
- And therefore let us hurry and get us home.
-
- _Seanchan._ That's true; and there's some trouble here, although
- I cannot now remember what it is,
- And I would get away from it. Give me your help.
- But why are not my pupils here to help me?
- Go, call my pupils, for I need their help.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now, and I will send for them,
- For I have a great room that's full of beds
- I can make ready, and there is a smooth lawn
- Where they can play at hurley and sing poems
- Under an apple-tree.
-
- _Seanchan._ I know that place,
- An apple tree and a smooth level lawn,
- Where the young men can sway their hurley sticks.
-
- _Sings._
-
- The four rivers that run there,
- Through well-mown level ground,
- Have come out of a blessed well
- That is all bound and wound
- By the great roots of an apple,
- And all fowls of the air
- Have gathered in the wide branches
- And keep singing there.
-
- [_FEDELM, troubled, has covered her eyes with her hands._
-
- _Fedelm._ No, there are not four rivers, and those rhymes
- Praise Adam's Paradise.
-
- _Seanchan._ I can remember now.
- It's out of a poem I made long ago
- About the garden in the east of the world,
- And how spirits in the images of birds
- Crowd in the branches of old Adam's crab-tree;
- They come before me now and dig in the fruit
- With so much gluttony, and are so drunk
- With that harsh, wholesome savour that their feathers
- Are clinging one to another with the juice.
- But you would take me to some friendly place,
- And I would go there quickly.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me.
-
- [_She helps him to rise. He walks slowly, supported by her till he
- comes to the table at R._
-
- _Seanchan._ But why am I so weak? Have I been ill?
- Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak?
-
- [_He sinks on to the seat._
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll dip this piece of bread into the wine,
- For that will make you stronger for the journey.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, give me bread and wine, that's what I want,
- For it is hunger that is gnawing me.
-
- [_He takes bread from FEDELM, hesitates, and then thrusts it back
- into her hand._
-
- But no, I must not eat it.
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat, Seanchan,
- For if you do not eat it you will die.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why did you give me food?
- Why did you come?
- For had I not enough to fight against
- Without your coming?
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat this little crust,
- Seanchan, if you have any love for me.
-
- _Seanchan._ I must not eat it: but that's beyond your wit;
- Child, child, I must not eat it though I die.
-
- _Fedelm._ You do not know what love is, for if you loved
- You would put every other thought away
- But you have never loved me.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by the wrist._] You, a child,
- Who have but seen a man out of the window,
- Tell me that I know nothing about love,
- And that I do not love you. Did I not say
- There was a frenzy in the light of the stars
- All through the livelong night, and that the night
- Was full of marriages? But that fight's over.
- And all that's done with, and I have to die.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Throwing her arms about him._]
- I will not be put from you, although I think
- I had not grudged it you if some great lady,
- If the King's daughter, had set out your bed.
- I will not give you up to death; no, no,
- And are not these white arms and this soft neck
- Better than the brown earth?
-
- _Seanchan._ I swear an oath
- Upon the holy tree that I'll not eat
- Until the King restore the right of the poets.
- O Sun and Moon, and all things that have strength,
- Become my strength that I may put a curse
- On all things that would have me break this oath.
-
- [_FEDELM has sunk down on the ground while he says this, and
- crouches at his feet._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan, do not curse me; from this out
- I will obey like any married wife.
- Let me but lie before your feet.
-
- _Seanchan._ Come nearer.
-
- [_He kisses her._
-
- If I had eaten when you bid me, sweetheart,
- The kiss of multitudes in times to come
- Had been the poorer.
-
- _King._ [_Entering from house._] Has he eaten yet?
-
- _Fedelm._ No, King, and will not till you have restored
- The right of the poets.
-
- _King._ [_Coming down and standing before SEANCHAN._]
- Seanchan, you have refused
- Everybody that I have sent, and now
- I come to you myself, and I have come
- To bid you put your pride as far away
- As I have put my pride. I had your love
- Not a great while ago, and now you have planned
- To put a voice by every cottage fire
- And in the night when no one sees who cries
- To cry against me till my throne has crumbled.
- And yet if I give way I must offend
- My courtiers and nobles till they too
- Strike at the crown. What would you have of me?
-
- _Seanchan._ When did the poets promise safety, King?
-
- _King._ Seanchan, I bring you bread in my own hands,
- And bid you eat it because of all these reasons,
- And for this further reason that I love you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN pushes bread away with FEDELM'S hand._
-
- You have refused it, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ We have refused it.
-
- _King._ I have been patient though I am a king,
- And have the means to force you--but that's ended,
- And I am but a king and you a subject.
-
- [_He goes up steps._
-
- Nobles and courtiers, bring the poets hither
- For you can have your way: I that was man
- With a man's heart am now all king again,
- Remembering that the seed I come of, although
- A hundred kings have sown it and re-sown it,
- Has neither trembled nor shrunk backward yet
- Because of the hard business of a king.
-
- [_PRINCESSES, LADIES, and COURTIERS have come in with
- PUPILS, who have halters round their necks._
-
- Speak to your master, beg your life of him,
- Show him the halters that are round your necks;
- If his heart's set upon it he may die,
- But you shall all die with him; beg your lives;
- Begin, for you have little time to lose;
- Begin it you that are the oldest pupil.
-
- _Senias._ [_Going up to SEANCHAN._]
- Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- _King._ Silence, you are as crazy as your master.
- But that young boy that seems the youngest of you,
- I'd have him speak. Kneel down before him, boy,
- Hold up your hands to him that he may pluck
- That milky coloured neck out of the noose.
-
- _Arias._ Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- [_All the PUPILS turn towards the KING, holding out the ends of
- their halters._
-
- _Senias._ Gather the halters up into your hands
- And lead us where you will, for in all things
- But in our art we are obedient.
-
- [_The KING comes slowly down the steps._
-
- _King._ [_Kneeling down before SEANCHAN._]
- Kneel down, kneel down, he has the greater power.
- I give my crown to you.
-
- [_All kneel except SEANCHAN, FEDELM and PUPILS. SEANCHAN rises
- slowly, supported by one of the PUPILS and by FEDELM._
-
- _Seanchan._ O crown, O crown,
- It is but right if hands that made the crown
- In the old time should give it when they will.
- O silver trumpets be you lifted up
-
- [_He lays the crown on the KING'S head._
-
- And cry to the great race that is to come.
- Long-throated swans among the waves of time
- Sing loudly, for beyond the wall of the world
- It waits and it may hear and come to us.
-
- [_Some of the PUPILS blow a blast upon their horns._
-
-
-CURTAIN.
-
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-
-
-ON BAILE'S STRAND.
-
-
- CUCHULLAIN, the King of Muirthemne.
- CONCOBAR, the High King of Ullad.
- DAIRE, a King.
- FINTAIN, a blind man.
- BARACH, a fool.
- A Young Man.
- Young Kings and Old Kings.
-
-
- SCENE: _A great hall by the sea close to Dundalgan. There are two
- great chairs on either side of the hall, each raised a little from
- the ground, and on the back of the one chair is carved and painted a
- woman with a fish's tail, and on the back of the other a hound.
- There are smaller chairs and benches raised in tiers round the
- walls. There is a great ale vat at one side near a small door, and a
- large door at the back through which one can see the sea. BARACH, a
- tall thin man with long ragged hair, dressed in skins, comes in at
- the side door. He is leading FINTAIN, a fat blind man, who is
- somewhat older._
-
-_Barach._ I will shut the door, for this wind out of the sea gets into
-my bones, and if I leave but an inch for the wind there is one like a
-flake of sea-frost that might come into the house.
-
-_Fintain._ What is his name, fool?
-
-_Barach._ It's a woman from among the Riders of the Sidhe. It's Boann
-herself from the river. She has left the Dagda's bed, and gone through
-the salt of the sea and up here to the strand of Baile, and all for love
-of me. Let her keep her husband's bed, for she'll have none of me.
-Nobody knows how lecherous these goddesses are. I see her in every kind
-of shape but oftener than not she's in the wind and cries "give a kiss
-and put your arms about me." But no, she'll have no more of me.
-Yesterday when I put out my lips to kiss her, there was nothing there
-but the wind. She's bad, Fintain. O, she's bad. I had better shut the
-big door too.
-
- [_He is going towards the big door but turns hearing FINTAIN'S
- voice._
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who has been feeling about with his stick._] What's this
-and this?
-
-_Barach._ They are chairs.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ Why, that's a bench.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ A big chair.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Feeling the back of the chair._] There is a sea-woman
-carved upon it.
-
-_Barach._ And there is another big chair on the other side of the hall.
-
-_Fintain._ Lead me to it. [_He mutters while the fool is leading him._]
-That is what the High King Concobar has on his shield. The High King
-will be coming. They have brought out his chair. [_He begins feeling the
-back of the other chair._] And there is a dog's head on this. They have
-brought out our master's chair. Now I know what the horse-boys were
-talking about. We must not stay here. The Kings are going to meet here.
-Now that Concobar and our master, that is his chief man, have put down
-all the enemies of Ullad, they are going to build up Emain again. They
-are going to talk over their plans for building it. Were you ever in
-Concobar's town before it was burnt? O, he is a great King, for though
-Emain was burnt down, every war had made him richer. He has gold and
-silver dishes, and chessboards and candlesticks made of precious stones.
-Fool, have they taken the top from the ale vat?
-
-_Barach._ They have.
-
-_Fintain._ Then bring me a horn of ale quickly, for the Kings will be
-here in a minute. Now I can listen. Tell me what you saw this morning?
-
-_Barach._ About the young man and the fighting?
-
-_Fintain._ Yes.
-
-_Barach._ And after that we can go and eat the fowl, for I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Time enough, time enough. You're in as great a hurry as when
-you brought me to Aine's Seat, where the mad dogs gather when the moon's
-at the full. Go on with your story.
-
-_Barach._ I was creeping under a ditch, with the fowl in my leather bag,
-keeping to the shore where the farmer could not see me, when I came upon
-a ship drawn up upon the sands, a great red ship with a woman's head
-upon it.
-
-_Fintain._ A ship out of Aoife's country. They have all a woman's head
-on the bow.
-
-_Barach._ There was a young man with a pale face and red hair standing
-beside it. Some of our people came up whose turn it was to guard the
-shore. I heard them ask the young man his name. He said he was under
-bonds not to tell it. Then words came between them, and they fought,
-and the young man killed half of them, and the others ran away.
-
-_Fintain._ It matters nothing to us, but he has come at last.
-
-_Barach._ Who has come?
-
-_Fintain._ I know who that young man is. There is not another like him
-in the world. I saw him when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ You saw him?
-
-_Fintain._ I used to be in Aoife's country when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ That was before you went on shipboard and were blinded for
-putting a curse on the wind?
-
-_Fintain._ Queen Aoife had a son that was red haired and pale faced like
-herself, and everyone said that he would kill Cuchullain some day, but I
-would not have that spoken of.
-
-_Barach._ Nobody could do that. Who was his father?
-
-_Fintain._ Nobody but Aoife knew that, not even he himself.
-
-_Barach._ Not even he himself! Was Aoife a goddess and lecherous?
-
-_Fintain._ I overheard her telling that she never had but one lover, and
-that he was the only man who overcame her in battle. There were some who
-thought him one of the Riders of the Sidhe, because the child was great
-of limb and strong beyond others. The child was begotten over the
-mountains; but come nearer and I will tell you something.
-
-_Barach._ You have thought something?
-
-_Fintain._ When I hear the young girls talking about the colour of
-Cuchullain's eyes, and how they have seven colours, I have thought about
-it. That young man has Aoife's face and hair, but he has Cuchullain's
-eyes.
-
-_Barach._ How can he have Cuchullain's eyes?
-
-_Fintain._ He is Cuchullain's son.
-
-_Barach._ And his mother has sent him hither to fight his father.
-
-_Fintain._ It is all quite plain. Cuchullain went into Aoife's country
-when he was a young man that he might learn skill in arms, and there he
-became Aoife's lover.
-
-_Barach._ And now she hates him because he went away, and has sent the
-son to kill the father. I knew she was a goddess.
-
-_Fintain._ And she never told him who his father was, that he might do
-it. I have thought it all out, fool. I know a great many things because
-I listen when nobody is noticing and I keep my wits awake. What ails you
-now?
-
-_Barach._ I have remembered that I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Well, forget it again, and I will tell you about Aoife's
-country. It is full of wonders. There are a great many Queens there who
-can change themselves into wolves and into swine and into white hares,
-and when they are in their own shapes they are stronger than almost any
-man; and there are young men there who have cat's eyes and if a bird
-chirrup or a mouse squeak they cannot keep them shut, even though it is
-bedtime and they sleepy; and listen, for this is a great wonder, a very
-great wonder: there is a long narrow bridge, and when anybody goes to
-cross it, that the Queens do not like, it flies up as this bench would
-if you were to sit on the end of it. Everybody who goes there to learn
-skill in arms has to cross it. It was in that country too that
-Cuchullain got his spear made out of dragon bones. There were two
-dragons fighting in the foam of the sea, and their grandam was the moon,
-and nine Queens came along the shore.
-
-_Barach._ I won't listen to your story.
-
-_Fintain._ It is a very wonderful story. Wait till you hear what the
-nine Queens did. Their right hands were all made of silver.
-
-_Barach._ No, I will have my dinner first. You have eaten the fowl I
-left in front of the fire. The last time you sent me to steal something
-you made me forget all about it till you had eaten it up.
-
-_Fintain._ No, there is plenty for us both.
-
-_Barach._ Come with me where it is.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led towards the door at the back by BARACH._]
-O, it is all right, it is in a safe place.
-
-_Barach._ It is a fine fowl. It was the biggest in the yard.
-
-_Fintain._ It had a good smell, but I hope that the wild dogs have not
-smelt it. [_Voices are heard outside the door at the side._] Here is our
-master. Let us stay and talk with him. Perhaps Cuchullain will give you
-a new cap with a feather. He told me that he would give you a new cap
-with a feather, a feather with an eye that looks at you, a peacock's
-feather.
-
-_Barach._ No, no.
-
- [_He begins pulling FINTAIN towards the door._
-
-_Fintain._ If you do not get it now, you may never get it, for the
-young man may kill him.
-
-_Barach._ No, no, I am hungry. What a head you have, blind man! Who but
-you would have remembered that the hen-wife slept for a little at noon
-every day!
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led along very slowly and unwillingly._] Yes,
-I have a good head. The fowl should be done just right, but one never
-knows when a wild dog may come out of the woods.
-
- [_They go out through the big door at the back. As they go out
- CUCHULLAIN and certain YOUNG KINGS come in at the side door.
- CUCHULLAIN, though still young, is a good deal older than the
- others. They are all very gaily dressed, and have their hair
- fastened with balls of gold. The young men crowd about CUCHULLAIN
- with wondering attention._
-
- _First Young King._ You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark
- Time after time, but yet you are not weary.
-
- _Second Young King._ He has slept on the bare ground of Fuad's Hill
- This week past, waiting for the bulls and the deer.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, why should I be weary?
-
- _First Young King._ It is certain
- His father was the god who wheels the sun,
- And not King Sualtam.
-
- _Third Young King._ [_To a YOUNG KING who is beside him._]
- He came in the dawn,
- And folded Dectara in a sudden fire.
-
- _Fourth Young King._ And yet the mother's half might well grow weary,
- And it new come from labours over sea.
-
- _Third Young King._ He has been on islands walled about with silver,
- And fought with giants.
-
- [_They gather about the ale vat and begin to drink._
-
- _Cuchullain._ Who was it that went out?
-
- _Third Young King._ As we came in?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes.
-
- _Third Young King._ Barach and blind Fintain.
-
- _Cuchullain._ They always flock together; the blind man
- Has need of the fool's eyesight and strong body,
- While the poor fool has need of the other's wit,
- And night and day is up to his ears in mischief
- That the blind man imagines. There's no hen-yard
- But clucks and cackles when he passes by
- As if he'd been a fox. If I'd that ball
- That's in your hair and the big stone again,
- I'd keep them tossing, though the one is heavy
- And the other light in the hand. A trick I learnt
- When I was learning arms in Aoife's country.
-
- _First Young King._ What kind of woman was that Aoife?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Comely.
-
- _First Young King._ But I have heard that she was never married,
- And yet that's natural, for I have never known
- A fighting woman, but made her favours cheap,
- Or mocked at love till she grew sandy dry.
-
- _Cuchullain._ What manner of woman do you like the best?
- A gentle or a fierce?
-
- _First Young King._ A gentle, surely.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I think that a fierce woman's better, a woman
- That breaks away when you have thought her won,
- For I'd be fed and hungry at one time.
- I think that all deep passion is but a kiss
- In the mid battle, and a difficult peace
- 'Twixt oil and water, candles and dark night,
- Hill-side and hollow, the hot-footed sun,
- And the cold sliding slippery-footed moon,
- A brief forgiveness between opposites
- That have been hatreds for three times the age
- Of this long 'stablished ground. Here's Concobar;
- So I'll be done, but keep beside me still,
- For while he talks of hammered bronze and asks
- What wood is best for building, we can talk
- Of a fierce woman.
-
- [_CONCOBAR, a man much older than CUCHULLAIN, has come in through
- the great door at the back. He has many KINGS about him. One of
- these KINGS, DAIRE, a stout old man, is somewhat drunk._
-
- _Concobar._ [_To one of those about him._] Has the ship gone yet?
- We have need of more bronze workers, and that ship
- I sent to Africa for gold is late.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I knew their talk.
-
- _Concobar._ [_Seeing CUCHULLAIN._] You are before us, King.
-
- _Cuchullain._ So much the better, for I welcome you
- Into my Muirthemne.
-
- _Concobar._ But who are these?
- The odour from their garments when they stir
- Is like a wind out of an apple garden.
-
- _Cuchullain._ My swordsmen and harp players and fine dancers,
- My bosom friends.
-
- _Concobar._ I should have thought, Cuchullain,
- My graver company would better match
- Your greatness and your years; but I waste breath
- In harping on that tale.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You do, great King.
- Because their youth is the kind wandering wave
- That carries me about the world; and if it sank,
- My sword would lose its lightness.
-
- _Concobar._ Yet, Cuchullain,
- Emain should be the foremost town of the world.
-
- _Cuchullain._ It is the foremost town.
-
- _Concobar._ No, no, it's not.
- Nothing but men can make towns great, and he,
- The one over-topping man that's in the world,
- Keeps far away.
-
- _Daire._ He will not hear you, King,
- And we old men had best keep company
- With one another. I'll fill the horn for you.
-
- _Concobar._ I will not drink, old fool. You have drunk a horn
- At every door we came to.
-
- _Daire._ You'd better drink,
- For old men light upon their youth again
- In the brown ale. When I have drunk enough,
- I am like Cuchullain as one pea another,
- And live like a bird's flight from tree to tree.
-
- _Concobar._ We'll to our chairs for we have much to talk of,
- And we have Ullad and Muirthemne, and here
- Is Conall Muirthemne in the nick of time.
-
- [_He goes to the back of stage to welcome a company of KINGS who
- come in through the great door. The other KINGS gradually get into
- their places. CUCHULLAIN sits in his great chair with certain of the
- young men standing around him. Others of the young men, however,
- remain with DAIRE at the ale vat. DAIRE holds out the horn of ale to
- one or two of the older KINGS as they pass him going to their
- places. They pass him by, most of them silently refusing._
-
- _Daire._ Will you not drink?
-
- _An Old King._ Not till the council's over.
-
- _A Young King._ But I'll drink, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ Fill me a horn too, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ If I'd drunk half that you have drunk to-day,
- I'd be upon all fours.
-
- _Daire._ That would be natural
- When Mother Earth had given you this good milk
- From her great breasts.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_To one of the YOUNG KINGS beside him._]
- One is content awhile
- With a soft warm woman who folds up our lives
- In silky network. Then, one knows not why,
- But one's away after a flinty heart.
-
- _The Young King._ How long can the net keep us?
-
- _Cuchullain._ All our lives
- If there are children, and a dozen moons
- If there are none, because a growing child
- Has so much need of watching it can make
- A passion that's as changeable as the sea
- Change till it holds the wide earth to its heart.
- At least I have heard a father say it, but I
- Being childless do not know it. Come nearer yet;
- Though he is ringing that old silver rod
- We'll have our own talk out. They cannot hear us.
-
- [_CONCOBAR who is now seated in his great chair, opposite
- CUCHULLAIN, beats upon the pillar of the house that is nearest to
- him with a rod of silver, till the KINGS have become silent.
- CUCHULLAIN alone continues to talk in a low voice to those about
- him, but not so loud as to disturb the silence. CONCOBAR rises and
- speaks standing._
-
- _Concobar._ I have called you hither, Kings of Ullad, and Kings
- Of Muirthemne and Connall Muirthemne,
- And tributary Kings, for now there is peace--
- It's time to build up Emain that was burned
- At the outsetting of these wars; for we,
- Being the foremost men, should have high chairs
- And be much stared at and wondered at, and speak
- Out of more laughing overflowing hearts
- Than common men. It is the art of kings
- To make what's noble nobler in men's eyes
- By wide uplifted roofs, where beaten gold,
- That's ruddy with desire, marries pale silver
- Among the shadowing beams; and many a time
- I would have called you hither to this work,
- But always, when I'd all but summoned you,
- Some war or some rebellion would break out.
-
- _Daire._ Where's Maine Morgor and old Usnach's children,
- And that high-headed even-walking Queen,
- And many near as great that got their death
- Because you hated peace? I can remember
- The people crying out when Deirdre passed
- And Maine Morgor had a cold gray eye.
- Well, well, I'll throw this heel-tap on the ground,
- For it may be they are thirsty.
-
- _A King._ Be silent, fool.
-
- _Another King._ Be silent, Daire.
-
- _Concobar._ Let him speak his mind.
- I have no need to be afraid of ghosts,
- For I have made but necessary wars.
- I warred to strengthen Emain, or because
- When wars are out they marry and beget
- And have their generations like mankind
- And there's no help for it; but I'm well content
- That they have ended and left the town so great,
- That its mere name shall be in times to come
- Like a great ale vat where the men of the world
- Shall drink no common ale but the hard will,
- The unquenchable hope, the friendliness of the sword.
-
- [_He takes thin boards on which plans have been carved by those
- about him._
-
- Give me the building plans, and have you written
- That we--Cuchullain is looking in his shield;
- It may be the pale riders of the wind
- Throw pictures on it, or that Mananan,
- His father's friend and sometime fosterer,
- Foreknower of all things, has cast a vision,
- Out of the cold dark of the rich sea,
- Foretelling Emain's greatness.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, great King,
- I looked on this out of mere idleness,
- Imagining a far-off country and one
- That held it with a sword, although a woman.
-
- _Concobar._ A woman needs but laugh, or a friend sigh,
- And you're afar off sounding through the world,
- While I plan Emain's greatness.
-
- [_The sound of a trumpet without._
-
- Open the doors!
- I hear a herald's trumpet, and await,
- It may be, the heavy fleeces of the sea
- And golden and silver apples or ancient crowns
- Long hidden in the well at the World's End,
- Or glittering garments of the salmon, tributes
- From the Great Plain, or the high people of Sorcha,
- Or the walled garden in the east of the world.
-
- [_The great door at the back is flung open; a YOUNG MAN, who is
- fully armed and carries a shield with a woman's head painted on it,
- stands upon the threshold. Behind him are trumpeters. He walks into
- the centre of the hall, the trumpeting ceases._
-
- What is your message?
-
- _Young Man._ I am of Aoife's army.
-
- _First King._ Queen Aoife and her army have fallen upon us.
-
- _Second King._ Out swords! Out swords!
-
- _Third King._ They are about the house.
-
- _Fourth King._ Rush out! Rush out! Before they have fired the thatch.
-
- _Young Man._ Aoife is far away. I am alone.
- I have come alone in the midst of you
- To weigh this sword against Cuchullain's sword.
-
- [_There is a murmur amongst the KINGS._
-
- _Concobar._ And are you noble? for if of common seed
- You cannot weigh your sword against his sword
- But in mixed battle.
-
- _Young Man._ I am under bonds
- To tell my name to no man, but it's noble.
-
- _Concobar._ But I would know your name and not your bonds.
- You cannot speak in the Assembly House
- If you are not noble.
-
- _A King._ Answer the High King.
-
- _Young Man._ [_Drawing his sword._]
- I will give no other proof than the hawk gives
- That it's no sparrow.
-
- [_He is silent a moment, then speaks to all._
-
- Yet look upon me, Kings;
- I too am of that ancient seed and carry
- The signs about this body and in these bones.
-
- _Cuchullain._ To have shown the hawk's gray feather is enough,
- And you speak highly too.
-
- [_CUCHULLAIN comes down from his great chair. He remains standing on
- the steps of the chair. The YOUNG KINGS gather about him and begin
- to arm him._
-
- Give me that helmet!
- I'd thought they had grown weary sending champions.
- That leathern coat will do. The High King there
- Being old in wisdom can think of times to come,
- But the hawk's sleepy till its well-beloved
- Cries out amid the acorns, or it has seen
- Its enemy like a speck upon the sun.
- What's Emain to the hawk when that clear eye
- Is burning nearer up in the high air?
- That buckle should be tighter. Give me your shield.
- There is good level ground at Baile's Yew-tree,
- Some dozen yards from here, and it's but truth
- That I am sad to-day and this fight welcome.
-
- [_He looks hard at the YOUNG MAN, and then steps down on the floor
- of the Assembly House. He grasps the YOUNG MAN by the shoulder._
-
- Hither into the light.
-
- [_Turning to one of the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- The very tint
- Of her that I was speaking of but now:
- Not a pin's difference.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- You are from the North,
- Where there are many that have that tint of hair,
- Red-brown, the light red-brown. Come nearer, boy!
- For I would have another look at you.
- There's more likeness, a pale, a stone pale cheek.
- What brought you, boy? Have you no fear of death?
-
- _Young Man._ Whether I live or die is in the Gods' hands.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That is all words, all words, a young man's talk;
- I am their plough, their harrow, their very strength,
- For he that's in the sun begot this body
- Upon a mortal woman, and I have heard tell
- It seemed as if he had outrun the moon,
- That he must always follow through waste heaven,
- He loved so happily. He'll be but slow
- To break a tree that was so sweetly planted.
- Let's see that arm; I'll see it if I like.
- That arm had a good father and a good mother,
- But it is not like this.
-
- _Young Man._ You are mocking me.
- You think I am not worthy to be fought,
- But I'll not wrangle but with this talkative knife.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Put up your sword, I am not mocking you.
- I'd have you for my friend, but if it's not
- Because you have a hot heart and a cold eye
- I cannot tell the reason. You've got her fierceness,
- And nobody is as fierce as those pale women.
-
- [_To the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- We'll keep him here in Muirthemne awhile.
-
- _A Young King._ You are the leader of our pack and therefore
- May cry what you will.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You'll stop with us
- And we will hunt the deer and the wild bulls,
- And, when we have grown weary, light our fires
- In sandy places where the wool-white foam
- Is murmuring and breaking, and it may be
- That long-haired women will come out of the dunes
- To dance in the yellow fire-light. You hang your head,
- Young man, as if it was not a good life;
- And yet what's better than to hurl the spear,
- And hear the long-remembering harp, and dance?
- Friendship grows quicker in the murmuring dark;
- But I can see there's no more need for words
- And that you'll be my friend now.
-
- _First Old King._ Concobar,
- Forbid their friendship, for it will get twisted
- To a reproach against us.
-
- _Concobar._ Until now
- I'd never need to cry Cuchullain on
- And would not now.
-
- _First Old King._ They'll say his manhood's quenched.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts, but I'll have something too,
- An arm-ring or the like, and if you will
- We'll fight it out when you are older, boy.
-
- _An Old King._ Aoife will make some story out of this.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, well, what matter, I'll have that arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Young Man._ There is no man I'd sooner have my friend
- Than you whose name has gone about the world
- As if it had been the wind, but Aoife'd say
- I had turned coward.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts
- That Aoife'll know and all her people know
- To have been my gifts. Mananan, son of the sea,
- Gave me this heavy embroidered cloak. Nine Queens
- Of the Land-under-Wave had woven it
- Out of the fleeces of the sea. O! tell her
- I was afraid, or tell her what you will.
- No! tell her that I heard a raven croak
- On the north side of the house and was afraid.
-
- _An Old King._ Some witch of the air has troubled Cuchullain's mind.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No witchcraft, his head is like a woman's head
- I had a fancy for.
-
- _Second Old King._ A witch of the air
- Can make a leaf confound us with memories.
- They have gone to school to learn the trick of it.
-
- _Cuchullain._ But there's no trick in this. That arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Third Old King._ He shall not go unfought, I'll fight with him.
-
- _Fourth Old King._ No! I will fight with him.
-
- _First Old King._ I claim the fight,
- For when we sent an army to her land----
-
- _Second Old King._ I claim the fight, for one of Aoife's galleys
- Stole my great cauldron and a herd of pigs.
-
- _Third Old King._ No, no, I claim it, for at Lammas' time----
-
- _Cuchullain._ Back! Back! Put up your swords! Put up your swords!
- There's none alive that shall accept a challenge
- I have refused. Laegaire, put up your sword.
-
- _Young Man._ No, let them come, let any three together.
- If they've a mind to, I'll try it out with four.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That's spoken as I'd spoken it at your age,
- But you are in my house. Whatever man
- Would fight with you shall fight it out with me.
- They're dumb. They're dumb. How many of you would meet
-
- [_Drawing his sword._
-
- This mutterer, this old whistler, this sandpiper,
- This edge that's grayer than the tide, this mouse
- That's gnawing at the timbers of the world,
- This, this--Boy, I would meet them all in arms
- If I'd a son like you. He would avenge me
- When I have withstood for the last time the men
- Whose fathers, brothers, sons, and friends I have killed
- Upholding Ullad; when the four provinces
- Have gathered with the ravens over them.
- But I'd need no avenger. You and I
- Would scatter them like water from a dish.
-
- _Young Man._ We'll stand by one another from this out.
- Here is the ring.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, turn and turn about,
- But my turn is first, because I am the older.
- Cliodna embroidered these bird wings, but Fand
- Made all these little golden eyes with the hairs
- That she had stolen out of Aengus' beard,
- And therefore none that has this cloak about him
- Is crossed in love. The heavy inlaid brooch
- That Buan hammered has a merit too.
-
- [_He begins spreading the cloak out on a bench, showing it to the
- YOUNG MAN. Suddenly CONCOBAR beats with his silver rod on a pillar
- beside his chair. All turn towards him._
-
- _Concobar._ [_In a loud voice._]
- No more of that, I will not have this friendship.
- Cuchullain is my man and I forbid it;
- He shall not go unfought for I myself----
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Seizing CONCOBAR._]
- You shall not stir, High King, I'll hold you there.
-
- _Concobar._ Witchcraft has maddened you.
-
- _The Kings._ [_Shouting._] Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft.
-
- _A King._ You saw another's head upon his shoulders
- All of a sudden, a woman's head, Cuchullain.
- Then raised your hand against the King of Ullad.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Letting CONCOBAR go, and looking wildly about him._]
- Yes, yes, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.
-
- _Daire._ Why, there's no witchcraft in it, I myself
- Have made a hundred of these sudden friendships
- And fought it out next day. But that was folly,
- For now that I am old I know it is best
- To live in comfort.
-
- _A King._ Pull the fool away!
-
- _Daire._ I'll throw a heel-tap to the one that dies.
-
- _Concobar._ Some witch is floating in the air above us.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft and the power of witchcraft.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- Why did you do it? was it Calatin's daughters?
- Out, out, I say, for now it's sword on sword.
-
- _Young Man._ But, but, I did not.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Out, I say, out, out!
- Sword upon sword.
-
- [_He goes towards the door at back, followed by YOUNG MAN. He
- turns on the threshold and cries out, looking at the YOUNG MAN._
-
- That hair my hands were drowned in!
-
- [_He goes out, followed by YOUNG MAN. The other KINGS begin to
- follow them out._
-
- _A King._ I saw him fight with Ferdiad.
-
- _Second King._ We'll be too late,
- They're such a long time getting through the door.
-
- _Third King._ Run quicker, quicker.
-
- _Daire._ I was at the Smith's
- When he that was the boy Setanta then----
-
- [_Sound, of fighting outside._
-
- _Third King._ He will have killed him.
- They have begun the fight!
-
- [_They all go out, leaving the house silent and empty. There is a
- pause during which one hears the clashing of the swords. BARACH and
- FINTAIN come in from side door. BARACH is dragging FINTAIN._
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have eaten it, you have left me nothing
-but the bones.
-
-_Fintain._ O, that I should have to endure such a plague. O, I ache all
-over. O, I am pulled in pieces. This is the way you pay me for all the
-good I have done you!
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have told me lies about a wild dog.
-Nobody has seen a wild dog about the place this twelve month. Lie there
-till the Kings come. O, I will tell Concobar and Cuchullain and all the
-Kings about you!
-
-_Fintain._ What would have happened to you but for me, and you without
-your wits? If I did not take care of you what would you do for food and
-warmth?
-
-_Barach._ You take care of me? You stay safe and send me into every kind
-of danger. You sent me down the cliff for gull's eggs while you warmed
-your blind eyes in the sun. And then you ate all that were good for
-food. You left me the eggs that were neither egg nor bird. [_The blind
-man tries to rise. BARACH makes him lie down again._] Keep quiet now
-till I shut the door. There is some noise outside. There are swords
-crossing; a high vexing noise so that I can't be listening to myself.
-[_He goes to the big door at the back and shuts it._] Why can't they be
-quiet, why can't they be quiet! Ah, you would get away, would you? [_He
-follows the blind man who has been crawling along the wall and makes him
-lie down close to the KING'S chair._] Lie there, lie there. No, you
-won't get away. Lie there till the Kings come, I'll tell them all about
-you. I shall tell it all. How you sit warming yourself, when you have
-made me light a fire of sticks, while I sit blowing it with my mouth. Do
-you not always make me take the windy side of the bush when it blows and
-the rainy side when it rains?
-
-_Fintain._ O good fool, listen to me. Think of the care I have taken of
-you. I have brought you to many a warm hearth, where there was a good
-welcome for you, but you would not stay there, you were always wandering
-about.
-
-_Barach._ The last time you brought me in, it was not I who wandered
-away, but you that got put out because you took the crubeen out of the
-pot, when you thought nobody was looking. Keep quiet now, keep quiet
-till I shut the door. Here is Cuchullain, now you will be beaten. I am
-going to tell him everything.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_Comes in and says to the fool._] Give me that horn.
-
- [_The fool gives him a horn which CUCHULLAIN fills with ale and
- drinks._
-
-_Fintain._ Do not listen to him, listen to me.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What are you wrangling over?
-
-_Barach._ He is fat and good for nothing. He has left me the bones and
-the feathers.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What feathers?
-
-_Barach._ I left him turning a fowl at the fire. He ate it all. He left
-me nothing but the bones and feathers.
-
-_Fintain._ Do not believe him. You do not know how vain this fool is. I
-gave him the feathers, because I thought he would like nothing so well.
-
- [_BARACH is sitting on a bench playing with a heap of feathers,
- which he has taken out of the breast of his coat._
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top----
-
-_Fintain._ Where would he be but for me? I must be always thinking,
-thinking to get food for the two of us, and when we've got it, if the
-moon's at the full or the tide on the turn, he'll leave the rabbit in
-its snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip through his
-hands back into the water.
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top,
- Then was I an eagle cock;
- Now that you are a withered old block,
- Still am I an eagle cock!
-
-_Fintain._ Listen to him now! That's the sort of talk I have to put up
-with, day out day in.
-
- [_The fool is putting the feathers into his hair. CUCHULLAIN takes a
- handful of feathers out of the heap and out of the fool's hair, and
- begins to wipe the blood from his sword with them._
-
-_Barach._ He has taken my feathers to wipe his sword. It is blood that
-he is wiping from his sword!
-
-_Fintain._ Whose blood? Whose blood?
-
-_Cuchullain._ That young champion's.
-
-_Fintain._ He that came out of Aoife's country?
-
-_Cuchullain._ The Kings are standing round his body.
-
-_Fintain._ Did he fight long?
-
-_Cuchullain._ He thought to have saved himself with witchcraft.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said he would kill you. He came from
-Aoife's country to kill you. That blind man said they had taught him
-every kind of weapon that he might do it. But I always knew that you
-would kill him.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_To the blind man._] You knew him, then?
-
-_Fintain._ I saw him when I had my eyes, in Aoife's country.
-
-_Cuchullain._ You were in Aoife's country?
-
-_Fintain._ I knew him and his mother there.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was about to speak of her when he died.
-
-_Fintain._ He was a Queen's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What Queen, what Queen? [_He seizes the blind man._] Was
-it Scathach? There were many Queens. All the rulers were Queens.
-
-_Fintain._ No, not Scathach.
-
-_Cuchullain._ It was Uathach, then. Speak, speak!
-
-_Fintain._ I cannot speak, you are clutching me too tightly.
-[_CUCHULLAIN lets him go._] I cannot remember who it was. I am not
-certain. It was some Queen.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ She? No, no, she had no son when I was there.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ I had rather he had been some other woman's son. What
-father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman, a proud,
-pale amorous woman.
-
-_Fintain._ None knew whose son he was.
-
-_Cuchullain._ None knew? Did you know, old listener at doors?
-
-_Fintain._ No, no, I knew nothing.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that he heard Aoife boast that she'd never
-but the one lover, and he the only man that had overcome her in battle.
-
- [_A pause._
-
-_Fintain._ Somebody is trembling. Why are you trembling, fool? the bench
-is shaking, why are you trembling? Is Cuchullain going to hurt us? It
-was not I who told you, Cuchullain.
-
-_Barach._ It is Cuchullain who is trembling. He is shaking the bench
-with his knees.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was my son, and I have killed my son.
-
- [_A pause._
-
- 'Twas they that did it, the pale windy people,
- Where, where, where? My sword against the thunder.
- But no, for they have always been my friends;
- And though they love to blow a smoking coal
- Till it's all flame, the wars they blow aflame
- Are full of glory, and heart uplifting pride,
- And not like this; the wars they love awaken
- Old fingers and the sleepy strings of harps.
- Who did it then? Are you afraid; speak out,
- For I have put you under my protection
- And will reward you well. Dubthach the Chafer.
- He had an old grudge. No, for he is with Maeve.
- Laegaire did it. Why do you not speak?
- What is this house? [_A pause._] Now I remember all.
-
- _Fintain._ He will kill us. O, I am afraid!
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Who is before CONCOBAR'S chair._]
- 'Twas you who did it, you who sat up there
- With that old branch of silver, like a magpie
- Nursing a stolen spoon. Magpie, magpie,
- A maggot that is eating up the earth!
-
- [_Begins hacking at the chair with his sword._
-
- No, but a magpie, for he's flown away.
- Where did he fly to?
-
- _Fintain._ He is outside the door.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Outside the door?
-
- _Fintain._ He is under Baile's yew-tree.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Concobar, Concobar, the sword into your heart.
-
- [_He goes out. A pause. The fool goes to the great door at back and
- looks out after him._
-
-_Barach._ He is going up to King Concobar; they are all under the tree.
-No, no, he is standing still. There is a great wave going to break and
-he is looking at it. Ah! now he is running down to the sea, but he is
-holding up his sword as if he were going into a fight. [_A pause._] Well
-struck, well struck!
-
-_Fintain._ What is he doing now?
-
-_Barach._ Oh! he is fighting the waves.
-
-_Fintain._ He sees King Concobar's crown on every one of them.
-
-_Barach._ There, he has struck at a big one. He has struck the crown off
-it, he has made the foam fly. There again another big one.
-
- [_Shouting without._
-
-_Fintain._ Where are the Kings? What are the Kings doing?
-
-_Barach._ They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the
-people are running out of the houses, they are all running.
-
-_Fintain._ You say they are running out of the houses, there will be
-nobody left in the houses. Listen, fool.
-
-_Barach._ There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the
-deep water.
-
-_Fintain._ Come here, fool; come here, I say.
-
-_Barach._ [_Coming towards him but looking backward towards the door._]
-What is it?
-
-_Fintain._ There will be nobody in the houses. Come this way, come
-quickly; the ovens will be full; we will put our hands into the ovens.
-
-[_They go out._
-
-
-
-
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- THE SECRET ROSE.
- THE CELTIC TWILIGHT.
- POEMS.
- THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS.
- THE SHADOWY WATERS.
- IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
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-PLAYS FOR AN IRISH THEATRE
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-VOLUME III.
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- THE KING’S THRESHOLD:
- AND
- ON BAILE’S STRAND:
-
- BEING VOLUME THREE OF PLAYS
- FOR AN IRISH THEATRE:
-
- BY W. B. YEATS
-
-
- LONDON: A. H. BULLEN,
- 47, GREAT RUSSELL STREET, W.C.
- 1904
-
- CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
- TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.
-
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-
-
-NOTE
-
-
-Both these plays have been written for Mr. Fay’s “Irish National
-Theatre.” “The King’s Threshold” was played in October, 1903, and “On
-Baile’s Strand” will be played in February or March, 1904. Both are
-founded on Old Irish Prose Romances, but I have borrowed some ideas
-for the arrangement of my subject in “The King’s Threshold” from
-“Sancan the Bard,” a play published by Mr. Edwin Ellis some ten years
-ago.
-
- W. B. Y.
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS
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- PAGE
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- THE KING’S THRESHOLD 1
-
- ON BAILE’S STRAND 67
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-THE KING’S THRESHOLD
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-LIST OF CHARACTERS
-
- KING GUAIRE.
- THE CHAMBERLAIN OF KING GUAIRE.
- A Soldier.
- A Monk.
- THE MAYOR OF KINVARA.
- A Cripple.
- Another Cripple.
- AILEEN, } Ladies of the Court.
- ESSA, }
- PRINCESS BUAN.
- PRINCESS FINNHUA, her Sister.
- FEDELM, Seanchan’s Sweetheart.
- CIAN, } Servants of Seanchan.
- BRIAN, }
- SENIAS, } Pupils of Seanchan.
- ARIAS, }
- SEANCHAN (pronounced Shanahan), Chief Poet of Ireland.
-
- Pupils, Courtiers.
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-
-A PROLOGUE.[1]
-
- Footnote 1: Written for the first production of “The King’s
- Threshold” in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the smallness
- of the company, nobody could be spared to speak it.
-
-
- _An OLD MAN with a red dressing-gown, red slippers and red
- nightcap, holding a brass candlestick with a guttering candle in it,
- comes on from side of stage and goes in front of the dull green
- curtain._
-
-_Old Man._ I’ve got to speak the prologue. [_He shuffles on a few
-steps._] My nephew, who is one of the play actors, came to me, and I in
-my bed, and my prayers said, and the candle put out, and he told me
-there were so many characters in this new play, that all the company
-were in it, whether they had been long or short at the business, and
-that there wasn’t one left to speak the prologue. Wait a bit, there’s a
-draught here. [_He pulls the curtain closer together._] That’s better.
-And that’s why I’m here, and maybe I’m a fool for my pains.
-
-And my nephew said, there are a good many plays to be played for you,
-some to-night and some on other nights through the winter, and the most
-of them are simple enough, and tell out their story to the end. But as
-to the big play you are to see to-night, my nephew taught me to say what
-the poet had taught him to say about it. [_Puts down candlestick and
-puts right finger on left thumb._] First, he who told the story of
-Seanchan on King Guaire’s threshold long ago in the old books told it
-wrongly, for he was a friend of the king, or maybe afraid of the king,
-and so he put the king in the right. But he that tells the story now,
-being a poet, has put the poet in the right.
-
-And then [_touches other finger_] I am to say: Some think it would be a
-finer tale if Seanchan had died at the end of it, and the king had the
-guilt at his door, for that might have served the poet’s cause better in
-the end. But that is not true, for if he that is in the story but a
-shadow and an image of poetry had not risen up from the death that
-threatened him, the ending would not have been true and joyful enough to
-be put into the voices of players and proclaimed in the mouths of
-trumpets, and poetry would have been badly served.
-
- [_He takes up the candlestick again._
-
-And as to what happened Seanchan after, my nephew told me he didn’t
-know, and the poet didn’t know, and it’s likely there’s nobody that
-knows. But my nephew thinks he never sat down at the king’s table again,
-after the way he had been treated, but that he went to some quiet green
-place in the hills with Fedelm, his sweetheart, where the poor people
-made much of him because he was wise, and where he made songs and
-poems, and it’s likely enough he made some of the old songs and the old
-poems the poor people on the hillsides are saying and singing to-day.
-
- [_A trumpet-blast._
-
-Well, it’s time for me to be going. That trumpet means that the curtain
-is going to rise, and after a while the stage there will be filled up
-with great ladies and great gentlemen, and poets, and a king with a
-crown on him, and all of them as high up in themselves with the pride of
-their youth and their strength and their fine clothes as if there was no
-such thing in the world as cold in the shoulders, and speckled shins,
-and the pains in the bones and the stiffness in the joints that make an
-old man that has the whole load of the world on him ready for his bed.
-
- [_He begins to shuffle away, and then stops._
-
-And it would be better for me, that nephew of mine to be thinking less
-of his play-acting, and to have remembered to boil down the knap-weed
-with a bit of three-penny sugar, for me to be wetting my throat with
-now and again through the night, and drinking a sup to ease the pains in
-my bones.
-
- [_He goes out at side of stage._
-
-
-
-
-THE KING’S THRESHOLD.
-
-
- SCENE: _Steps before the Palace of KING GUAIRE at Gort. A table in
- front of steps to right with food on it. SEANCHAN lying on steps to
- left. PUPILS before steps. KING on top of steps at centre._
-
- _King._ I welcome you that have the mastery
- Of the two kinds of music; the one kind
- Being like a woman, the other like a man;
- Both you that understand stringed instruments,
- And how to mingle words and notes together
- So artfully, that all the art is but speech
- Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
- The long twisted horn and understand
- The heady notes that being without words
- Can hurry beyond time and fate and change;
- For the high angels that drive the horse of time,
- The golden one by day, by night the silver,
- Are not more welcome to one that loves the world
- For some fair woman’s sake.
-
- I have called you hither
- To save the life of your great master, Seanchan,
- For all day long it has flamed up or flickered
- To the fast-cooling hearth.
-
- _Senias._ When did he sicken?
- Is it a fever that is wasting him?
-
- _King._ He did not sicken, but three days ago
- He said he would not eat, and lay down there
- And has not eaten since. Till yesterday
- I thought that hunger and weakness had been enough,
- But finding them too trifling and too light
- To hold his mouth from biting at the grave
- I called you hither, and have called others yet.
- The girl he is to wed at harvest-time,
- That should be of all living the most dear,
- Is coming from the South, and had I known
- Of any other neighbours or good friends
- That might persuade him, I had brought them hither,
- Even though I’d to ransack the world for them.
-
- _Senias._ What was it put him to this work, High King?
-
- _King._ You will call it no great matter. Three days ago
- I yielded to the outcry of my courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law,
- Who long had thought it against their dignity
- For a mere man of words to sit among them
- At my own table; and when the meal was spread
- I ordered Seanchan to good company,
- But to a lower table; and when he pleaded
- The poet’s right, established when the world
- Was first established, I said that I was King
- And made and unmade rights at my own pleasure.
- And that it was the men who ruled the world,
- And not the men who sang to it, who should sit
- Where there was the most honour. My courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law
- Shouted approval, and amid that noise
- Seanchan went out, and from that hour to this,
- Although there is good food and drink beside him,
- Has eaten nothing. If a man is wronged,
- Or thinks that he is wronged, and will lie down
- Upon another’s threshold until he dies,
- The common people for all time to come
- Will raise a heavy cry against that threshold,
- Even though it is the King’s. He lies there now
- Perishing; he is calling against my majesty,
- That old custom that has no meaning in it,
- And as he perishes, my name in the world
- Is perishing also. I cannot give way
- Because I am King, because if I give way
- My nobles would call me a weakling, and it may be
- The very throne be shaken; but should you
- That are his friends speak to him and persuade him
- To turn his mouth from the ill-savouring grave
- And eat good food, he shall not lack my favour;
- For I will give plough-land and grazing-land,
- Or all but anything he has set his heart on.
- It is not all because of my good name
- I’d have him live, for I have found him a man
- That might well hit the fancy of a king
- Banished out of his country, or a woman’s,
- Or any other’s that can judge a man
- For what he is. But I that sit a throne,
- And take my measure from the needs of the state,
- Call his wild thought that over-runs the measure,
- Making words more than deeds, and his proud will
- That would unsettle all, most mischievous,
- And he himself a most mischievous man.
-
- _Senias._ King, whether you did right or wrong in this
- Let the King say, for all that I need say
- Is that there’s nothing that cries out for death
- In the withholding of that ancient right,
- And that I will persuade him. Your own words
- Had been enough persuasion were it not
- That he is lost in dreams that hunger makes,
- And therefore heedless, or lost in heedless sleep.
-
- _King._ I leave him to your love, that it may promise
- Plough-lands and grass-lands, jewels and silken wear,
- Or anything but that old right of the poets.
-
- [_He goes out. The PUPILS, who have been standing perfectly quiet,
- all turn towards SEANCHAN, and move a step nearer._
-
- _Senias._ The King did wrong to abrogate our right,
- But Seanchan, who talks of dying for it,
- Talks foolishly. Look at us, Seanchan,
- Waken out of your dream and look at us,
- Who have ridden under the moon and all the day,
- Until the moon has all but come again,
- That we might be beside you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN turns half round leaning on his elbow, and speaks as if
- in a dream._
-
- _Seanchan._ I was but now
- At Almhuin, in a great high-raftered house,
- With Finn and Osgar. Odours of roast flesh
- Rose round me and I saw the roasting spits,
- And then the dream was broken, and I saw
- Grania dividing salmon by a pool,
- And then I was awakened by your voice.
-
- _Senias._ It is your hunger that makes you dream of flesh
- Roasting, and for your hunger I could weep;
- And yet the hunger of the crane that starves
- Because the moonlight glittering on the pool
- And flinging a pale shadow has made it shy,
- Seems to me little more fantastical
- Than this that’s blown into so great a trouble.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Who has turned away again._]
- There is much truth in that, for all things change
- At times, as if the moonlight altered them,
- And my mind alters as if it were the crane’s;
- For when the heavy body has grown weak
- There’s nothing that can tether the wild mind
- That being moonstruck and fantastical
- Goes where it fancies. I had even thought
- I knew your voice and face, but now the words
- Are so unlikely that I needs must ask
- Who is it that bids me put my hunger by?
-
- _Senias._ I am your oldest pupil, Seanchan;
- The one that has been with you many years,
- So many that you said at Candlemas
- That I had almost done with school, and knew
- All but all that poets understand.
-
- _Seanchan._ My oldest pupil. No, that cannot be;
- For it is someone of the courtly crowds
- That have been round about me from sunrise
- And I am tricked by dreams, but I’ll refute them.
- I asked the pupil that I loved the best,
- At Candlemas, why poetry is honoured,
- Wishing to know how he’d defend our craft
- In distant lands among strange churlish Kings.
- And he’d an answer.
-
- _Senias._ I said the poets hung
- Images of the life that was in Eden
- About the childbed of the world, that it,
- Looking upon those images, might bear
- Triumphant children; but why must I stand here
- Repeating an old lesson while you starve?
-
- _Seanchan._ Tell on, for I begin to know the voice;
- What evil thing will come upon the world
- If the arts perish?
-
- _Senias._ If the arts should perish
- The world that lacked them would be like a woman
- That looking on the cloven lips of a hare
- Brings forth a hare-lipped child.
-
- _Seanchan._ But that’s not all.
- For when I asked you how a man should guard
- Those images you had an answer also,
- If you’re the man that you have claimed to be,
- Comparing them to venerable things
- God gave to men before he gave them wheat.
-
- _Senias._ I answered, and the word was half your own,
- That he should guard them, as the men of Dea
- Guard their four treasures, as the Grail King guards
- His holy cup, or the pale righteous horse
- The jewel that is underneath his horn,
- Pouring out life for it, as one pours out
- Sweet heady wine--but now I understand
- You would refute me out of my own mouth;
- And yet a place at table near the King
- Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan.
- How does so light a thing touch poetry?
-
- [_SEANCHAN is now sitting up. He still looks dreamily in front of
- him._
-
- _Seanchan._ At Candlemas you called this poetry
- One of the fragile mighty things of God
- That die at an insult.
-
- _Senias._ [_To other PUPILS._] Give me some true answer.
- For on that day we spoke about the court
- And said that all that was insulted there
- The world insulted, for the courtly life,
- Being the first comely child of the world,
- Is the world’s model. How shall I answer him?
- Can you not give me some true argument?
- I will not tempt him with a lying one.
-
- _Arias._ [_Throwing himself at SEANCHAN’S feet._]
- Why did you take me from my father’s fields?
- If you would leave me now, what shall I love?
- Where shall I go, what shall I set my hand to?
- And why have you put music in my ears
- If you would send me to the clattering houses?
- I will throw down the trumpet and the harp,
- For how could I sing verses or make music
- With none to praise me and a broken heart?
-
- _Seanchan._ What was it that the poets promised you
- If it was not their sorrow? Do not speak.
- Have I not opened school on these bare steps,
- And are not you the youngest of my scholars?
- And I would have all know that when all falls
- In ruin, poetry calls out in joy,
- Being the scattering hand, the bursting pod,
- The victim’s joy among the holy flame,
- God’s laughter at the shattering of the world,
- And now that joy laughs out and weeps and burns
- On these bare steps.
-
- _Arias._ O Master, do not die.
-
- [_Three men come in. CIAN and BRIAN, old men carrying basket with
- food, and MAYOR OF KINVARA. They stand at the side listening._
-
- _Senias._ Trouble him with no useless argument.
- Be silent; there is nothing we can do
- Except find out the King and kneel to him
- And beg our ancient right. These three have come
- To say whatever we could say and more,
- And fare as badly. Come, boy, that’s no use;
-
- [_He lifts the BOY up._
-
- If it seem well that we beseech the King,
- Lay down your harps and trumpets on the stones
- In silence and come with me silently.
- Come with slow footfalls and bow all your heads,
- For a bowed head becomes a mourner best.
-
- [_They lay the harps and trumpets down one by one and then go out
- very solemnly and slowly, following one another._
-
- _Cian._ Let’s show the food that’s in the basket.
-
- _Mayor._ [_Who carries an Ogham stick._] No,
- I must get through my speech or I’ll forget it;
- Besides, there is no reason why he’d eat
- Till he has heard my reasons.
-
- _Cian._ It were better
- To show what we have brought him in the basket,
- For we have nothing that he has not liked
- From boyhood.
-
- _Brian._ For we have not brought kings’ food
- That’s cooked for everybody and nobody.
-
- _Mayor._ You are not showing right respect to me,
- Or to the people of Kinvara, when you wish
- That something else should come before my message.
-
- _Seanchan._ What brings you here? I never sent for you.
-
- _Cian._ He must be famishing, he looks so pale.
- We had better get the food out first. I tell you,
- That we have brought the things he likes the best.
-
- _Mayor._ No, no; I lost a word at every cross road
- And maybe if I do not speak it now
- I’ll have forgot it.
-
- _Cian._ Well, out with it quickly.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why, what’s this foolery?
-
- _Mayor._ No foolery;
- A message from the richest, best born townsman
- Of your own town, and from your aged father.
-
- _Cian._ Run through it while I am getting out the food.
-
- _Mayor._ How was I to begin? What was the word
- That was to keep it in my memory?
- Wait, I have notched it on this Ogham stick.
- “Chief poet,” “Ireland,” “Townsman”; that is it.
- Chief poet of Ireland, when we heard that trouble
- Had come between you and the King of Ireland
- It plunged us in deep sorrow, part for you,
- Our honoured townsman, part for our good town.
- The King was said to be most friendly to us,
- And we had reasons, as you’ll recollect,
- For thinking that he was about to give
- Those grazing lands inland we so much need,
- Being pinched between the water and the rocks.
- But now his friendliness being ill repaid
- Will be turned from us and our town get nothing.
- But there was something else--I’ll find the word
- That was to keep it in my memory.
- “Pride”--that’s the word,--we would not have you think,
- Weighty as these considerations are,
- That they have been as weighty in our minds
- As our desire that one we take much pride in,
- A man who has been an honour to our town,
- Should live and prosper, therefore we beseech you
- To give way in a matter of no moment,
- A matter of mere sentiment, a trifle,
- That we may always keep our pride in you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Their pride, their pride, what do they know of pride?
- My pupils do not know it, for they beg
- From the King’s favour what is theirs by right,
- And how can men, that God has made so weak
- They need a rich man’s favour every day,
- Know anything of pride?
-
- _Cian._ [_To MAYOR._] You have spoken it wrongly.
- You have forgotten something out of it about the cattle dying.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you do not know, being much away,
- How many of our cattle died last winter
- From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness
- Because the poor had nothing but salt fish
- To live upon. The people all came out
- And stood about the doors as I went by.
-
- _Seanchan._ What would you have of me?
- For there are men that shall be born at last
- And find sweet nurture that they may have voices
- Even in anger like the strings of harps.
- Yet how could they be born to majesty
- If I had never made the golden cradle?
-
- _Mayor._ What is it? “Father”--“Mother”; that is it;
- Your father sends this message.
-
- _Cian._ He is listening.
-
- _Mayor._ He says that he is old and that he needs you,
- And that the people will be pointing at him
- And he not able to lift up his head
- If you should turn the King’s favour away.
- And he adds to it, that he cared you well,
- And you in your young age, and that it’s right
- That you should care him now.
-
- _Cian._ And when he spoke
- He cried because the stiffness of his bones
- Prevented him from coming.
-
- _Mayor._ But your mother
- Has sent no message, for when they had told her
- The way it is between you and the King
- She said, “No message can do any good,
- He will not send the answer that you want;
- We cannot change him,” and she went indoors,
- Lay down upon her bed and turned her face
- Out of the light. And thereupon your father
- Said, “Tell him how she is, and that she sends
- No message.” I have nothing more to say.
- Cian and Brian, you can set out the food.
-
- [_He sits down on steps. SEANCHAN is silent._
-
- _Mayor._ I have a horse waiting outside the town
- To bring me home, and all the neighbours wait
- Your answer. What answer am I to bring?
-
- _Seanchan._ Give them my answer--no, I have no answer:
- My mother knew it.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you have forgotten
- That all our fields are so heaped up with stones
- That the goats famish, and the mowers mow
- With knives, and that the King half promised us----
-
- _Seanchan._ Thrust that old cloak of yours into your mouth
- Till it’s done gabbling.
-
- _Mayor._ But----
-
- _Cian._ You have said enough;
- I knew that you would never speak it right.
-
- _Seanchan._ Our mothers know us, they know us to the bone,
- They knew us before birth, and that is why
- They know us even better than the sweethearts
- Upon whose breasts we have lain.
-
- _Brian._ We have brought your honour
- The food that you have always liked the best,
- Young pigeons from Kinvara, and watercress
- Out of the stream that’s by the blessed well,
- And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour,
- It is wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea.
-
- _Seanchan._ O Brian, you would spread the table for me
- As you would spread it when I was in my childhood;
- But all that’s finished.
-
- _Mayor._ I knew he would not care
- For country things now that he’s grown accustomed
- To the King’s dishes. I told Brian too
- He’d have his pains for nothing. But he’s old.
-
- [_Goes over to table at right. While he is speaking CIAN and BRIAN
- are in vain offering SEANCHAN food._
-
- And what dishes! Venison from Slieve Echtge
- Fattened with poor men’s crops; flesh of wild pig;
- Not fat nor lean, but streaky and right well cured;
- Bread that’s the whitest that I’ve ever seen.
-
- _Cian._ You’re in the right, you’re in the right, he will not eat.
-
- [_Pouring wine into cup._
-
- _Mayor._ Bring him some wine, it will give him strength to eat.
-
- [_BRIAN brings wine over towards SEANCHAN._
-
- No wonder if the King is proud and merry,
- And keeps all day in the saddle, when even I
- Am well-nigh drunken with the odour of it,
- And if I dared--I dare not.
-
- _Cian._ Drink it, sir.
-
- _Brian._ Drink a few drops.
-
- _Seanchan._ Drink it yourself, old man,
- For you have come a journey, and I daresay
- You did not eat or drink upon the road.
-
- _Cian._ How can I drink it when your honour’s thirsty?
-
- [_He offers cup again. The KING’S HOUSEHOLD comes in. CHAMBERLAIN
- with long staff, a SOLDIER, a MONK, two LADIES, followed by
- CRIPPLES who beg from the ladies, who keep close together at
- right, talking to each other at intervals. SOLDIER goes over to
- MAYOR, and talks to him._
-
- _Chamberlain._ Well, have you it in imagination still
- To overthrow the dignity of the King,
- Or is the game finished?
-
- [_A pause._
-
- How many days
- Will you keep up this quarrel with the King,
- With the King’s nobles and myself and all
- Who’d gladly be your friends if you would let them?
-
- _Soldier._ [_Who has been speaking to MAYOR and SERVANTS._]
- Was it you that sent his servants and the Mayor
- Of his own town to wheedle him into life?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It was the King himself.
-
- _Soldier._ Was it worth our while
- To have got rid of him from the King’s table
- If he is to be humoured and made much of?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It seems that he has not eaten yet, although
- He’s had another dozen hours of hunger.
-
- _Soldier._ If he’s so proud and obstinate a neck
- I’d let him starve.
-
- _Monk._ Persuade him to eat, my lord.
- His death would make a scandal, and stir up
- The common people.
-
- _Chamberlain._ And I have a fancy
- That if it brought misfortune on the King,
- Or the King’s house, we’d be as little thought of
- As summer linen when the winter’s come.
-
- _Aileen._ [_To CIAN._]
- You’ve had no luck, old man.
-
- _Cian._ We have not, lady.
-
- _Aileen._ Maybe he’s out of humour with your ways,
- Having grown used to sprightlier service.
-
- _Cian._ Maybe.
- But the King’s messengers have gone for one
- That will persuade him. [_To BRIAN._] Come, let us go;
- For she might lose her way in this fine place.
- Come, we have been too long upon the tree,
-
- [_Plucking sleeve of MAYOR._
-
- And there are little golden pippins here.
-
- _Soldier._ Give me the dish, I’ll hand it him myself.
-
- _Aileen._ I wonder if she is pretty.
-
- [_MAYOR and SERVANTS have gone out._
-
- _Soldier._ Eat this, old hedgehog.
- Sniff up the savour and unroll yourself.
- But if I were the King I’d make you do it
- With wisps of lighted straw.
-
- _Seanchan._ You have rightly named me,
- I lie rolled up under the ragged thorns
- That are upon the edge of those great waters
- Where all things vanish away, and I have heard
- Murmurs that are the ending of all sound.
- I am out of life, I am rolled up, and yet,
- Hedgehog although I am, I’ll not unroll
- For you, King’s dog. Go to the King, your master,
- Crouch down and wag your tail, for it may be
- He has nothing now against you, and I think
- The stripes of your last beating are all healed.
-
- _Chamberlain._ Don’t answer, you were never to his mind.
- And now you have angered him to no good purpose.
- But put the dish down and I will speak to him.
-
- _Seanchan._ You must needs keep your patience yet awhile,
- For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air
- To swallow before I have grown to be as civil
- As any other dust.
-
- _Chamberlain._ You wrong us, Seanchan,
- There is none here but holds you in respect,
- And if you would only eat out of this dish
- The King would show how much he honours you.
-
- _Aileen._ [_Giving CRIPPLE money._]
- You are always discontented. Look at this cripple,
- He has had to cover up his eyes with rags
- Because they are too weak to look at the sun,
- And has a crooked body, and yet he is cheerful.
- Stand there where he can see you.
-
- [_CRIPPLE goes over and stands in front of SEANCHAN, bowing and
- smiling._
-
- _Chamberlain._ We have come to you
- Because we wish you a long, prosperous life;
- Who could imagine you’d so take to heart
- Being put from the high table.
-
- _Seanchan._ It was not I
- That you have driven away from the high table,
- But the images of them that weave a dance,
- By the four rivers in the mountain garden.
-
- _Monk._ He means we have driven poetry away.
-
- _Chamberlain._ It is the men who are learned in the laws,
- Or have led the King’s armies that should sit
- At the King’s table. Nor has poetry
- Been altogether driven away, for I,
- As you should know, have written poetry,
- And often when the table has been cleared
- And candles lighted, the King calls for me
- And I repeat it him. My poetry
- Is not to be compared with yours, but still
- Where I am honoured, poetry is honoured
- In some measure.
-
- _Seanchan._ If you are a poet,
- Cry out that the King’s money would not buy,
- Nor the high circle consecrate his head,
- If poets had never christened gold, and even
- The moon’s poor daughter, that most whey-faced metal,
- Precious; and cry out that none alive
- Would ride among the arrows with high heart
- Or scatter with an open hand, had not
- Our heady craft commended wasteful virtues.
- And when that story’s finished, shake your coat
- Where the little jewels gleam on it, and say
- A herdsman sitting where the pigs had trampled
- Made up a song about enchanted kings,
- Who were so finely dressed one fancied them
- All fiery, and women by the churn
- And children by the hearth caught up the song
- And murmured it until the tailors heard it.
-
- _Monk._ How proud these poets are! It was full time
- To break their pride.
-
- _Seanchan._ And I would have you say
- That when we are driven out we come again
- Like a great wind that runs out of the waste
- To blow the tables flat.
-
- _Chamberlain._ If you’d eat something
- You’d find you have these thoughts because you are hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ And when you have told them all these things, lie down
- On this bare threshold and starve until the King
- Restore to us the ancient right of the poets.
-
- _Aileen._ Let’s come away. There’s no use talking to him,
- For he’s resolved to die, and that’s no loss:
- We will go watch the hurley.
-
- _Monk._ You should obey
- The King’s commandment and not question it,
- For it is God himself who has made him king.
-
- _Essa._ Let’s hear his answer to the monk.
-
- _Seanchan._ Stoop down,
- For there is something I would say to you.
- Has that wild God of yours that was so wild
- When you’d but lately taken the King’s pay,
- Grown any tamer? He gave you all much trouble
- Being so unruly and inconsiderate.
-
- _Aileen._ What does he mean?
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ Or it may be you have persuaded him
- To chirp between two dishes when the King
- Sits down to table.
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, sir.
- What do I care about your insolent dreams.
-
- _Seanchan._ And maybe he has learnt to sing quite softly
- Because loud singing would disturb the King
- Who is sitting drowsily among his friends
- After the table has been cleared----
-
- _Monk._ Let go.
-
- [_SEANCHAN has been dragged some feet, clinging to the MONK’S
- habit._
-
- _Seanchan._ Not yet; you did not think that hungry hands
- Could be so strong. They are not civil yet--
- I’d know if you have taught him to eat bread
- From the King’s hand, and perch upon his finger.
- I think he perches on the King’s strong hand,
- But it may be that he is still too wild.
- You must not weary in your work; a King
- Is often weary and he needs a God
- To be a comfort to him.
-
- [_The MONK plucks his habit away. SEANCHAN holds up his hand as if a
- bird perched upon it. He pretends to stroke the bird._
-
- A little god,
- With soft well-coloured feathers, and bright eyes.
-
- _Aileen._ We have listened long enough.
-
- _Essa._ Let us away,
- Where we can watch the young men at the hurley.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, yes, go to the hurley, go to the hurley,
- Go to the hurley, gather up your skirts,
- Run quickly. You can remember many love songs;
- I know it by the light that’s in your eyes,
- But you’ll forget them. You’re fair to look on,
- Your feet delight in dancing, and your mouths
- In the slow smiling that awakens love.
- The mothers that have borne you mated rightly,
- For they had little ears as thirsty as are yours
- For many love-songs. Go to the young men:
- Are not the ruddy flesh and the thin flanks
- And the broad shoulders worthy of desire?
- Go from me. Here is nothing for your eyes,
- But it is I that am singing you away,
- Singing you to the young men.
-
- [_The two young PRINCESSES BUAN and FINNHUA come in. While he has
- been speaking AILEEN and ESSA have shrunk back holding each others
- hands._
-
- _Aileen._ Be quiet;
- Look who it is that has come out of the house.
- Princesses, we are for the hurling field.
- Will you come too?
-
- _Princess Buan._ We will go with you, Aileen,
- But we must have some words with Seanchan,
- For we have come to make him eat and drink.
-
- _Chamberlain._ I will hold out the dish and cup for him
- While you are speaking to him of his folly,
- If you desire it, Princess.
-
- [_He has taken up dish and cup._
-
- _Princess Buan._ Give me the cup.
- My sister there will carry the dish of meat:
- We’ll offer them ourselves.
-
- _Aileen._ They are so gracious,
- The dear little princesses are so gracious.
-
- [_PRINCESS BUAN holds out her hand for SEANCHAN to kiss it; he does
- not move._
-
- Although she is holding out her hand to him
- He will not kiss it.
-
- _Princess Buan._ My father bids us say
- That though he cannot have you at his table,
- You may ask any other thing you like
- And he will give it you. We carry you
- A dish and a cup of wine, with our own hands,
- To show in what great honour you are held.
- Will you not drink a little? Does he not show
- Every befitting honour to the poets?
-
- _Aileen._ O look, he has taken it, he has taken it!
- The dear princesses, I have always said
- That nobody could refuse them anything.
-
- [_SEANCHAN takes the cup in one hand, in the other he holds for a
- moment the hand of the PRINCESS._
-
- _Seanchan._ O long soft fingers and pale finger-tips
- Well worthy to be laid in a king’s hand;
- O you have fair white hands, for it is certain
- There is uncommon whiteness in these hands.
- But there is something comes into my mind,
- Princess. A little while before your birth
- I saw your mother sitting by the road
- In a high chair, and when a leper passed
- She pointed him the way into the town,
- And he lifted his hand and blessed her hand;
- I saw it with my own eyes. Hold out your hands,
- I will find out if they are contaminated;
- For it has come into my thoughts that may be
- The King has sent me food and drink by hands
- That are contaminated. I would see all your hands,
- You’ve eyes of dancers, but hold out your hands,
- For it may be there are none sound among you----
-
- [_The PRINCESSES have shrunk back in terror._
-
- _Princess Buan._ He has called us lepers.
-
- _Chamberlain._ He’s out of his mind,
- And does not know the meaning of what he said.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Standing up._]
- There are no sound hands among you. No sound hands.
- Away with you, away with all of you,
- You are all lepers. There is leprosy
- Among the plates and dishes that you have brought me.
- I would know why you have brought me leper’s wine?
-
- [_He flings the wine in their faces._
-
- There, there, I have given it to you again, and now
- Begone or I will give my curse to you.
- You have the leper’s blessing, but you think
- Maybe the bread will something lack in savour
- Unless you mix my curse into the dough.
-
- [_They go out to L., all except the CRIPPLES. SEANCHAN is
- staggering in the middle of the stage._
-
- _Seanchan._ Where did I say the leprosy came from?
- I said it came out of a leper’s hand
- And that he walked the highway; but that’s folly,
- For he was walking up there in the sky
- And there he is even now with his white hand
- Thrust out of the blue air and blessing them
- With leprosy.
-
- _A Cripple._ He’s pointing at the moon
- That’s coming out up yonder, and he calls it
- Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.
-
- _Seanchan._ He’s holding up his hand above them all
- King, Noblemen, Princesses, blessing all.
- Who could imagine he’d have so much patience.
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- [_Clutching other CRIPPLE._
-
- _Second Cripple._ If you don’t need it, sir,
- May we not carry some of it away?
-
- [_He points to food._
-
- _Seanchan._ Who’s speaking? Who are you?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Have pity on us, that must beg our bread
- From table to table throughout the entire world
- And yet be hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ But why were you born crooked?
- What bad poet did your mothers listen to
- That you were born so crooked?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come away.
- Maybe he’s cursed the food and it might kill us.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Yes, better come away.
-
- [_They go out._
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Staggering and speaking wearily._]
- He has great strength
- And great patience to hold his right hand there
- Uplifted and not wavering about;
- He is much stronger than I am, much stronger.
-
- [_He sinks down on steps._
-
- _Enter from R. FEDELM, CIAN and BRIAN._
-
- _Brian._ There he is lying. Go over to him now
- And bid him eat.
-
- _Fedelm._ I’ll get him out of this
- Before I have said a word of food and drink;
- For while he is on this threshold and can hear,
- It may be, the voices that made mock of him,
- He would not listen.
-
- _Brian._ That is a good plan.
- But there is little time, for he is weakening.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Crying._] I cannot think of any other plan
- Although it breaks my heart.
-
- _Cian._ Let’s leave them now,
- For she will press the honey from her bag
- When we are gone.
-
- _Brian._ It will be hard to move him
- If hunger and thirst have got into his bones.
-
- [_They go out leaving FEDELM and SEANCHAN alone. FEDELM runs over to
- SEANCHAN and kneels down before him._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan! Seanchan!
-
- [_He remains looking into the sky._
-
- Can you not see me, Seanchan?
- It is myself.
-
- [_SEANCHAN looks at her dreamily at first, then takes her hand._
-
- _Seanchan._ Is this your hand, Fedelm?
- I have been looking at another hand
- That is up yonder.
-
- _Fedelm._ I have come for you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Fedelm, I did not know that you were here.
-
- _Fedelm._ And can you not remember that I promised
- That I would come and take you home with me
- When I’d the harvest in? and now I’ve come,
- And you must come away, and come on the instant.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, I will come; but is the harvest in?
- This air has got a summer taste in it.
-
- _Fedelm._ But is not the wild middle of the summer
- A better time to marry? Come with me now.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by both wrists._]
- Who taught you that, for it’s a certainty,
- Although I never knew it till last night,
- That marriage, because it is the height of life,
- Can only be accomplished to the full
- In the high days of the year. I lay awake,
- There had come a frenzy into the light of the stars
- And they were coming nearer and I knew
- All in a minute they were about to marry
- Clods out upon the plough-lands, to beget
- A mightier race than any that has been;
- But some that are within there made a noise
- And frighted them away.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now;
- We have far to go, and daylight’s running out.
-
- _Seanchan._ The stars had come so near me that I caught
- Their singing; it was praise of that great race
- That would be haughty, mirthful, and white-bodied
- With a high head, and open hand, and how
- Laughing, it would take the mastery of the world.
-
- _Fedelm._ But you will tell me all about their songs
- When we’re at home. You have need of rest and care,
- And I can give them you when we’re at home,
- And therefore let us hurry and get us home.
-
- _Seanchan._ That’s true; and there’s some trouble here, although
- I cannot now remember what it is,
- And I would get away from it. Give me your help.
- But why are not my pupils here to help me?
- Go, call my pupils, for I need their help.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now, and I will send for them,
- For I have a great room that’s full of beds
- I can make ready, and there is a smooth lawn
- Where they can play at hurley and sing poems
- Under an apple-tree.
-
- _Seanchan._ I know that place,
- An apple tree and a smooth level lawn,
- Where the young men can sway their hurley sticks.
-
- _Sings._
-
- The four rivers that run there,
- Through well-mown level ground,
- Have come out of a blessed well
- That is all bound and wound
- By the great roots of an apple,
- And all fowls of the air
- Have gathered in the wide branches
- And keep singing there.
-
- [_FEDELM, troubled, has covered her eyes with her hands._
-
- _Fedelm._ No, there are not four rivers, and those rhymes
- Praise Adam’s Paradise.
-
- _Seanchan._ I can remember now.
- It’s out of a poem I made long ago
- About the garden in the east of the world,
- And how spirits in the images of birds
- Crowd in the branches of old Adam’s crab-tree;
- They come before me now and dig in the fruit
- With so much gluttony, and are so drunk
- With that harsh, wholesome savour that their feathers
- Are clinging one to another with the juice.
- But you would take me to some friendly place,
- And I would go there quickly.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me.
-
- [_She helps him to rise. He walks slowly, supported by her till he
- comes to the table at R._
-
- _Seanchan._ But why am I so weak? Have I been ill?
- Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak?
-
- [_He sinks on to the seat._
-
- _Fedelm._ I’ll dip this piece of bread into the wine,
- For that will make you stronger for the journey.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, give me bread and wine, that’s what I want,
- For it is hunger that is gnawing me.
-
- [_He takes bread from FEDELM, hesitates, and then thrusts it back
- into her hand._
-
- But no, I must not eat it.
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat, Seanchan,
- For if you do not eat it you will die.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why did you give me food?
- Why did you come?
- For had I not enough to fight against
- Without your coming?
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat this little crust,
- Seanchan, if you have any love for me.
-
- _Seanchan._ I must not eat it: but that’s beyond your wit;
- Child, child, I must not eat it though I die.
-
- _Fedelm._ You do not know what love is, for if you loved
- You would put every other thought away
- But you have never loved me.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by the wrist._] You, a child,
- Who have but seen a man out of the window,
- Tell me that I know nothing about love,
- And that I do not love you. Did I not say
- There was a frenzy in the light of the stars
- All through the livelong night, and that the night
- Was full of marriages? But that fight’s over.
- And all that’s done with, and I have to die.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Throwing her arms about him._]
- I will not be put from you, although I think
- I had not grudged it you if some great lady,
- If the King’s daughter, had set out your bed.
- I will not give you up to death; no, no,
- And are not these white arms and this soft neck
- Better than the brown earth?
-
- _Seanchan._ I swear an oath
- Upon the holy tree that I’ll not eat
- Until the King restore the right of the poets.
- O Sun and Moon, and all things that have strength,
- Become my strength that I may put a curse
- On all things that would have me break this oath.
-
- [_FEDELM has sunk down on the ground while he says this, and
- crouches at his feet._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan, do not curse me; from this out
- I will obey like any married wife.
- Let me but lie before your feet.
-
- _Seanchan._ Come nearer.
-
- [_He kisses her._
-
- If I had eaten when you bid me, sweetheart,
- The kiss of multitudes in times to come
- Had been the poorer.
-
- _King._ [_Entering from house._] Has he eaten yet?
-
- _Fedelm._ No, King, and will not till you have restored
- The right of the poets.
-
- _King._ [_Coming down and standing before SEANCHAN._]
- Seanchan, you have refused
- Everybody that I have sent, and now
- I come to you myself, and I have come
- To bid you put your pride as far away
- As I have put my pride. I had your love
- Not a great while ago, and now you have planned
- To put a voice by every cottage fire
- And in the night when no one sees who cries
- To cry against me till my throne has crumbled.
- And yet if I give way I must offend
- My courtiers and nobles till they too
- Strike at the crown. What would you have of me?
-
- _Seanchan._ When did the poets promise safety, King?
-
- _King._ Seanchan, I bring you bread in my own hands,
- And bid you eat it because of all these reasons,
- And for this further reason that I love you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN pushes bread away with FEDELM’S hand._
-
- You have refused it, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ We have refused it.
-
- _King._ I have been patient though I am a king,
- And have the means to force you--but that’s ended,
- And I am but a king and you a subject.
-
- [_He goes up steps._
-
- Nobles and courtiers, bring the poets hither
- For you can have your way: I that was man
- With a man’s heart am now all king again,
- Remembering that the seed I come of, although
- A hundred kings have sown it and re-sown it,
- Has neither trembled nor shrunk backward yet
- Because of the hard business of a king.
-
- [_PRINCESSES, LADIES, and COURTIERS have come in with
- PUPILS, who have halters round their necks._
-
- Speak to your master, beg your life of him,
- Show him the halters that are round your necks;
- If his heart’s set upon it he may die,
- But you shall all die with him; beg your lives;
- Begin, for you have little time to lose;
- Begin it you that are the oldest pupil.
-
- _Senias._ [_Going up to SEANCHAN._]
- Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- _King._ Silence, you are as crazy as your master.
- But that young boy that seems the youngest of you,
- I’d have him speak. Kneel down before him, boy,
- Hold up your hands to him that he may pluck
- That milky coloured neck out of the noose.
-
- _Arias._ Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- [_All the PUPILS turn towards the KING, holding out the ends of
- their halters._
-
- _Senias._ Gather the halters up into your hands
- And lead us where you will, for in all things
- But in our art we are obedient.
-
- [_The KING comes slowly down the steps._
-
- _King._ [_Kneeling down before SEANCHAN._]
- Kneel down, kneel down, he has the greater power.
- I give my crown to you.
-
- [_All kneel except SEANCHAN, FEDELM and PUPILS. SEANCHAN rises
- slowly, supported by one of the PUPILS and by FEDELM._
-
- _Seanchan._ O crown, O crown,
- It is but right if hands that made the crown
- In the old time should give it when they will.
- O silver trumpets be you lifted up
-
- [_He lays the crown on the KING’S head._
-
- And cry to the great race that is to come.
- Long-throated swans among the waves of time
- Sing loudly, for beyond the wall of the world
- It waits and it may hear and come to us.
-
- [_Some of the PUPILS blow a blast upon their horns._
-
-
-CURTAIN.
-
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-
-
-ON BAILE’S STRAND.
-
-
- CUCHULLAIN, the King of Muirthemne.
- CONCOBAR, the High King of Ullad.
- DAIRE, a King.
- FINTAIN, a blind man.
- BARACH, a fool.
- A Young Man.
- Young Kings and Old Kings.
-
-
- SCENE: _A great hall by the sea close to Dundalgan. There are two
- great chairs on either side of the hall, each raised a little from
- the ground, and on the back of the one chair is carved and painted a
- woman with a fish’s tail, and on the back of the other a hound.
- There are smaller chairs and benches raised in tiers round the
- walls. There is a great ale vat at one side near a small door, and a
- large door at the back through which one can see the sea. BARACH, a
- tall thin man with long ragged hair, dressed in skins, comes in at
- the side door. He is leading FINTAIN, a fat blind man, who is
- somewhat older._
-
-_Barach._ I will shut the door, for this wind out of the sea gets into
-my bones, and if I leave but an inch for the wind there is one like a
-flake of sea-frost that might come into the house.
-
-_Fintain._ What is his name, fool?
-
-_Barach._ It’s a woman from among the Riders of the Sidhe. It’s Boann
-herself from the river. She has left the Dagda’s bed, and gone through
-the salt of the sea and up here to the strand of Baile, and all for love
-of me. Let her keep her husband’s bed, for she’ll have none of me.
-Nobody knows how lecherous these goddesses are. I see her in every kind
-of shape but oftener than not she’s in the wind and cries “give a kiss
-and put your arms about me.” But no, she’ll have no more of me.
-Yesterday when I put out my lips to kiss her, there was nothing there
-but the wind. She’s bad, Fintain. O, she’s bad. I had better shut the
-big door too.
-
- [_He is going towards the big door but turns hearing FINTAIN’S
- voice._
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who has been feeling about with his stick._] What’s this
-and this?
-
-_Barach._ They are chairs.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ Why, that’s a bench.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ A big chair.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Feeling the back of the chair._] There is a sea-woman
-carved upon it.
-
-_Barach._ And there is another big chair on the other side of the hall.
-
-_Fintain._ Lead me to it. [_He mutters while the fool is leading him._]
-That is what the High King Concobar has on his shield. The High King
-will be coming. They have brought out his chair. [_He begins feeling the
-back of the other chair._] And there is a dog’s head on this. They have
-brought out our master’s chair. Now I know what the horse-boys were
-talking about. We must not stay here. The Kings are going to meet here.
-Now that Concobar and our master, that is his chief man, have put down
-all the enemies of Ullad, they are going to build up Emain again. They
-are going to talk over their plans for building it. Were you ever in
-Concobar’s town before it was burnt? O, he is a great King, for though
-Emain was burnt down, every war had made him richer. He has gold and
-silver dishes, and chessboards and candlesticks made of precious stones.
-Fool, have they taken the top from the ale vat?
-
-_Barach._ They have.
-
-_Fintain._ Then bring me a horn of ale quickly, for the Kings will be
-here in a minute. Now I can listen. Tell me what you saw this morning?
-
-_Barach._ About the young man and the fighting?
-
-_Fintain._ Yes.
-
-_Barach._ And after that we can go and eat the fowl, for I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Time enough, time enough. You’re in as great a hurry as when
-you brought me to Aine’s Seat, where the mad dogs gather when the moon’s
-at the full. Go on with your story.
-
-_Barach._ I was creeping under a ditch, with the fowl in my leather bag,
-keeping to the shore where the farmer could not see me, when I came upon
-a ship drawn up upon the sands, a great red ship with a woman’s head
-upon it.
-
-_Fintain._ A ship out of Aoife’s country. They have all a woman’s head
-on the bow.
-
-_Barach._ There was a young man with a pale face and red hair standing
-beside it. Some of our people came up whose turn it was to guard the
-shore. I heard them ask the young man his name. He said he was under
-bonds not to tell it. Then words came between them, and they fought,
-and the young man killed half of them, and the others ran away.
-
-_Fintain._ It matters nothing to us, but he has come at last.
-
-_Barach._ Who has come?
-
-_Fintain._ I know who that young man is. There is not another like him
-in the world. I saw him when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ You saw him?
-
-_Fintain._ I used to be in Aoife’s country when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ That was before you went on shipboard and were blinded for
-putting a curse on the wind?
-
-_Fintain._ Queen Aoife had a son that was red haired and pale faced like
-herself, and everyone said that he would kill Cuchullain some day, but I
-would not have that spoken of.
-
-_Barach._ Nobody could do that. Who was his father?
-
-_Fintain._ Nobody but Aoife knew that, not even he himself.
-
-_Barach._ Not even he himself! Was Aoife a goddess and lecherous?
-
-_Fintain._ I overheard her telling that she never had but one lover, and
-that he was the only man who overcame her in battle. There were some who
-thought him one of the Riders of the Sidhe, because the child was great
-of limb and strong beyond others. The child was begotten over the
-mountains; but come nearer and I will tell you something.
-
-_Barach._ You have thought something?
-
-_Fintain._ When I hear the young girls talking about the colour of
-Cuchullain’s eyes, and how they have seven colours, I have thought about
-it. That young man has Aoife’s face and hair, but he has Cuchullain’s
-eyes.
-
-_Barach._ How can he have Cuchullain’s eyes?
-
-_Fintain._ He is Cuchullain’s son.
-
-_Barach._ And his mother has sent him hither to fight his father.
-
-_Fintain._ It is all quite plain. Cuchullain went into Aoife’s country
-when he was a young man that he might learn skill in arms, and there he
-became Aoife’s lover.
-
-_Barach._ And now she hates him because he went away, and has sent the
-son to kill the father. I knew she was a goddess.
-
-_Fintain._ And she never told him who his father was, that he might do
-it. I have thought it all out, fool. I know a great many things because
-I listen when nobody is noticing and I keep my wits awake. What ails you
-now?
-
-_Barach._ I have remembered that I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Well, forget it again, and I will tell you about Aoife’s
-country. It is full of wonders. There are a great many Queens there who
-can change themselves into wolves and into swine and into white hares,
-and when they are in their own shapes they are stronger than almost any
-man; and there are young men there who have cat’s eyes and if a bird
-chirrup or a mouse squeak they cannot keep them shut, even though it is
-bedtime and they sleepy; and listen, for this is a great wonder, a very
-great wonder: there is a long narrow bridge, and when anybody goes to
-cross it, that the Queens do not like, it flies up as this bench would
-if you were to sit on the end of it. Everybody who goes there to learn
-skill in arms has to cross it. It was in that country too that
-Cuchullain got his spear made out of dragon bones. There were two
-dragons fighting in the foam of the sea, and their grandam was the moon,
-and nine Queens came along the shore.
-
-_Barach._ I won’t listen to your story.
-
-_Fintain._ It is a very wonderful story. Wait till you hear what the
-nine Queens did. Their right hands were all made of silver.
-
-_Barach._ No, I will have my dinner first. You have eaten the fowl I
-left in front of the fire. The last time you sent me to steal something
-you made me forget all about it till you had eaten it up.
-
-_Fintain._ No, there is plenty for us both.
-
-_Barach._ Come with me where it is.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led towards the door at the back by BARACH._]
-O, it is all right, it is in a safe place.
-
-_Barach._ It is a fine fowl. It was the biggest in the yard.
-
-_Fintain._ It had a good smell, but I hope that the wild dogs have not
-smelt it. [_Voices are heard outside the door at the side._] Here is our
-master. Let us stay and talk with him. Perhaps Cuchullain will give you
-a new cap with a feather. He told me that he would give you a new cap
-with a feather, a feather with an eye that looks at you, a peacock’s
-feather.
-
-_Barach._ No, no.
-
- [_He begins pulling FINTAIN towards the door._
-
-_Fintain._ If you do not get it now, you may never get it, for the
-young man may kill him.
-
-_Barach._ No, no, I am hungry. What a head you have, blind man! Who but
-you would have remembered that the hen-wife slept for a little at noon
-every day!
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led along very slowly and unwillingly._] Yes,
-I have a good head. The fowl should be done just right, but one never
-knows when a wild dog may come out of the woods.
-
- [_They go out through the big door at the back. As they go out
- CUCHULLAIN and certain YOUNG KINGS come in at the side door.
- CUCHULLAIN, though still young, is a good deal older than the
- others. They are all very gaily dressed, and have their hair
- fastened with balls of gold. The young men crowd about CUCHULLAIN
- with wondering attention._
-
- _First Young King._ You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark
- Time after time, but yet you are not weary.
-
- _Second Young King._ He has slept on the bare ground of Fuad’s Hill
- This week past, waiting for the bulls and the deer.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, why should I be weary?
-
- _First Young King._ It is certain
- His father was the god who wheels the sun,
- And not King Sualtam.
-
- _Third Young King._ [_To a YOUNG KING who is beside him._]
- He came in the dawn,
- And folded Dectara in a sudden fire.
-
- _Fourth Young King._ And yet the mother’s half might well grow weary,
- And it new come from labours over sea.
-
- _Third Young King._ He has been on islands walled about with silver,
- And fought with giants.
-
- [_They gather about the ale vat and begin to drink._
-
- _Cuchullain._ Who was it that went out?
-
- _Third Young King._ As we came in?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes.
-
- _Third Young King._ Barach and blind Fintain.
-
- _Cuchullain._ They always flock together; the blind man
- Has need of the fool’s eyesight and strong body,
- While the poor fool has need of the other’s wit,
- And night and day is up to his ears in mischief
- That the blind man imagines. There’s no hen-yard
- But clucks and cackles when he passes by
- As if he’d been a fox. If I’d that ball
- That’s in your hair and the big stone again,
- I’d keep them tossing, though the one is heavy
- And the other light in the hand. A trick I learnt
- When I was learning arms in Aoife’s country.
-
- _First Young King._ What kind of woman was that Aoife?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Comely.
-
- _First Young King._ But I have heard that she was never married,
- And yet that’s natural, for I have never known
- A fighting woman, but made her favours cheap,
- Or mocked at love till she grew sandy dry.
-
- _Cuchullain._ What manner of woman do you like the best?
- A gentle or a fierce?
-
- _First Young King._ A gentle, surely.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I think that a fierce woman’s better, a woman
- That breaks away when you have thought her won,
- For I’d be fed and hungry at one time.
- I think that all deep passion is but a kiss
- In the mid battle, and a difficult peace
- ’Twixt oil and water, candles and dark night,
- Hill-side and hollow, the hot-footed sun,
- And the cold sliding slippery-footed moon,
- A brief forgiveness between opposites
- That have been hatreds for three times the age
- Of this long ’stablished ground. Here’s Concobar;
- So I’ll be done, but keep beside me still,
- For while he talks of hammered bronze and asks
- What wood is best for building, we can talk
- Of a fierce woman.
-
- [_CONCOBAR, a man much older than CUCHULLAIN, has come in through
- the great door at the back. He has many KINGS about him. One of
- these KINGS, DAIRE, a stout old man, is somewhat drunk._
-
- _Concobar._ [_To one of those about him._] Has the ship gone yet?
- We have need of more bronze workers, and that ship
- I sent to Africa for gold is late.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I knew their talk.
-
- _Concobar._ [_Seeing CUCHULLAIN._] You are before us, King.
-
- _Cuchullain._ So much the better, for I welcome you
- Into my Muirthemne.
-
- _Concobar._ But who are these?
- The odour from their garments when they stir
- Is like a wind out of an apple garden.
-
- _Cuchullain._ My swordsmen and harp players and fine dancers,
- My bosom friends.
-
- _Concobar._ I should have thought, Cuchullain,
- My graver company would better match
- Your greatness and your years; but I waste breath
- In harping on that tale.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You do, great King.
- Because their youth is the kind wandering wave
- That carries me about the world; and if it sank,
- My sword would lose its lightness.
-
- _Concobar._ Yet, Cuchullain,
- Emain should be the foremost town of the world.
-
- _Cuchullain._ It is the foremost town.
-
- _Concobar._ No, no, it’s not.
- Nothing but men can make towns great, and he,
- The one over-topping man that’s in the world,
- Keeps far away.
-
- _Daire._ He will not hear you, King,
- And we old men had best keep company
- With one another. I’ll fill the horn for you.
-
- _Concobar._ I will not drink, old fool. You have drunk a horn
- At every door we came to.
-
- _Daire._ You’d better drink,
- For old men light upon their youth again
- In the brown ale. When I have drunk enough,
- I am like Cuchullain as one pea another,
- And live like a bird’s flight from tree to tree.
-
- _Concobar._ We’ll to our chairs for we have much to talk of,
- And we have Ullad and Muirthemne, and here
- Is Conall Muirthemne in the nick of time.
-
- [_He goes to the back of stage to welcome a company of KINGS who
- come in through the great door. The other KINGS gradually get into
- their places. CUCHULLAIN sits in his great chair with certain of the
- young men standing around him. Others of the young men, however,
- remain with DAIRE at the ale vat. DAIRE holds out the horn of ale to
- one or two of the older KINGS as they pass him going to their
- places. They pass him by, most of them silently refusing._
-
- _Daire._ Will you not drink?
-
- _An Old King._ Not till the council’s over.
-
- _A Young King._ But I’ll drink, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ Fill me a horn too, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ If I’d drunk half that you have drunk to-day,
- I’d be upon all fours.
-
- _Daire._ That would be natural
- When Mother Earth had given you this good milk
- From her great breasts.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_To one of the YOUNG KINGS beside him._]
- One is content awhile
- With a soft warm woman who folds up our lives
- In silky network. Then, one knows not why,
- But one’s away after a flinty heart.
-
- _The Young King._ How long can the net keep us?
-
- _Cuchullain._ All our lives
- If there are children, and a dozen moons
- If there are none, because a growing child
- Has so much need of watching it can make
- A passion that’s as changeable as the sea
- Change till it holds the wide earth to its heart.
- At least I have heard a father say it, but I
- Being childless do not know it. Come nearer yet;
- Though he is ringing that old silver rod
- We’ll have our own talk out. They cannot hear us.
-
- [_CONCOBAR who is now seated in his great chair, opposite
- CUCHULLAIN, beats upon the pillar of the house that is nearest to
- him with a rod of silver, till the KINGS have become silent.
- CUCHULLAIN alone continues to talk in a low voice to those about
- him, but not so loud as to disturb the silence. CONCOBAR rises and
- speaks standing._
-
- _Concobar._ I have called you hither, Kings of Ullad, and Kings
- Of Muirthemne and Connall Muirthemne,
- And tributary Kings, for now there is peace--
- It’s time to build up Emain that was burned
- At the outsetting of these wars; for we,
- Being the foremost men, should have high chairs
- And be much stared at and wondered at, and speak
- Out of more laughing overflowing hearts
- Than common men. It is the art of kings
- To make what’s noble nobler in men’s eyes
- By wide uplifted roofs, where beaten gold,
- That’s ruddy with desire, marries pale silver
- Among the shadowing beams; and many a time
- I would have called you hither to this work,
- But always, when I’d all but summoned you,
- Some war or some rebellion would break out.
-
- _Daire._ Where’s Maine Morgor and old Usnach’s children,
- And that high-headed even-walking Queen,
- And many near as great that got their death
- Because you hated peace? I can remember
- The people crying out when Deirdre passed
- And Maine Morgor had a cold gray eye.
- Well, well, I’ll throw this heel-tap on the ground,
- For it may be they are thirsty.
-
- _A King._ Be silent, fool.
-
- _Another King._ Be silent, Daire.
-
- _Concobar._ Let him speak his mind.
- I have no need to be afraid of ghosts,
- For I have made but necessary wars.
- I warred to strengthen Emain, or because
- When wars are out they marry and beget
- And have their generations like mankind
- And there’s no help for it; but I’m well content
- That they have ended and left the town so great,
- That its mere name shall be in times to come
- Like a great ale vat where the men of the world
- Shall drink no common ale but the hard will,
- The unquenchable hope, the friendliness of the sword.
-
- [_He takes thin boards on which plans have been carved by those
- about him._
-
- Give me the building plans, and have you written
- That we--Cuchullain is looking in his shield;
- It may be the pale riders of the wind
- Throw pictures on it, or that Mananan,
- His father’s friend and sometime fosterer,
- Foreknower of all things, has cast a vision,
- Out of the cold dark of the rich sea,
- Foretelling Emain’s greatness.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, great King,
- I looked on this out of mere idleness,
- Imagining a far-off country and one
- That held it with a sword, although a woman.
-
- _Concobar._ A woman needs but laugh, or a friend sigh,
- And you’re afar off sounding through the world,
- While I plan Emain’s greatness.
-
- [_The sound of a trumpet without._
-
- Open the doors!
- I hear a herald’s trumpet, and await,
- It may be, the heavy fleeces of the sea
- And golden and silver apples or ancient crowns
- Long hidden in the well at the World’s End,
- Or glittering garments of the salmon, tributes
- From the Great Plain, or the high people of Sorcha,
- Or the walled garden in the east of the world.
-
- [_The great door at the back is flung open; a YOUNG MAN, who is
- fully armed and carries a shield with a woman’s head painted on it,
- stands upon the threshold. Behind him are trumpeters. He walks into
- the centre of the hall, the trumpeting ceases._
-
- What is your message?
-
- _Young Man._ I am of Aoife’s army.
-
- _First King._ Queen Aoife and her army have fallen upon us.
-
- _Second King._ Out swords! Out swords!
-
- _Third King._ They are about the house.
-
- _Fourth King._ Rush out! Rush out! Before they have fired the thatch.
-
- _Young Man._ Aoife is far away. I am alone.
- I have come alone in the midst of you
- To weigh this sword against Cuchullain’s sword.
-
- [_There is a murmur amongst the KINGS._
-
- _Concobar._ And are you noble? for if of common seed
- You cannot weigh your sword against his sword
- But in mixed battle.
-
- _Young Man._ I am under bonds
- To tell my name to no man, but it’s noble.
-
- _Concobar._ But I would know your name and not your bonds.
- You cannot speak in the Assembly House
- If you are not noble.
-
- _A King._ Answer the High King.
-
- _Young Man._ [_Drawing his sword._]
- I will give no other proof than the hawk gives
- That it’s no sparrow.
-
- [_He is silent a moment, then speaks to all._
-
- Yet look upon me, Kings;
- I too am of that ancient seed and carry
- The signs about this body and in these bones.
-
- _Cuchullain._ To have shown the hawk’s gray feather is enough,
- And you speak highly too.
-
- [_CUCHULLAIN comes down from his great chair. He remains standing on
- the steps of the chair. The YOUNG KINGS gather about him and begin
- to arm him._
-
- Give me that helmet!
- I’d thought they had grown weary sending champions.
- That leathern coat will do. The High King there
- Being old in wisdom can think of times to come,
- But the hawk’s sleepy till its well-beloved
- Cries out amid the acorns, or it has seen
- Its enemy like a speck upon the sun.
- What’s Emain to the hawk when that clear eye
- Is burning nearer up in the high air?
- That buckle should be tighter. Give me your shield.
- There is good level ground at Baile’s Yew-tree,
- Some dozen yards from here, and it’s but truth
- That I am sad to-day and this fight welcome.
-
- [_He looks hard at the YOUNG MAN, and then steps down on the floor
- of the Assembly House. He grasps the YOUNG MAN by the shoulder._
-
- Hither into the light.
-
- [_Turning to one of the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- The very tint
- Of her that I was speaking of but now:
- Not a pin’s difference.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- You are from the North,
- Where there are many that have that tint of hair,
- Red-brown, the light red-brown. Come nearer, boy!
- For I would have another look at you.
- There’s more likeness, a pale, a stone pale cheek.
- What brought you, boy? Have you no fear of death?
-
- _Young Man._ Whether I live or die is in the Gods’ hands.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That is all words, all words, a young man’s talk;
- I am their plough, their harrow, their very strength,
- For he that’s in the sun begot this body
- Upon a mortal woman, and I have heard tell
- It seemed as if he had outrun the moon,
- That he must always follow through waste heaven,
- He loved so happily. He’ll be but slow
- To break a tree that was so sweetly planted.
- Let’s see that arm; I’ll see it if I like.
- That arm had a good father and a good mother,
- But it is not like this.
-
- _Young Man._ You are mocking me.
- You think I am not worthy to be fought,
- But I’ll not wrangle but with this talkative knife.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Put up your sword, I am not mocking you.
- I’d have you for my friend, but if it’s not
- Because you have a hot heart and a cold eye
- I cannot tell the reason. You’ve got her fierceness,
- And nobody is as fierce as those pale women.
-
- [_To the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- We’ll keep him here in Muirthemne awhile.
-
- _A Young King._ You are the leader of our pack and therefore
- May cry what you will.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You’ll stop with us
- And we will hunt the deer and the wild bulls,
- And, when we have grown weary, light our fires
- In sandy places where the wool-white foam
- Is murmuring and breaking, and it may be
- That long-haired women will come out of the dunes
- To dance in the yellow fire-light. You hang your head,
- Young man, as if it was not a good life;
- And yet what’s better than to hurl the spear,
- And hear the long-remembering harp, and dance?
- Friendship grows quicker in the murmuring dark;
- But I can see there’s no more need for words
- And that you’ll be my friend now.
-
- _First Old King._ Concobar,
- Forbid their friendship, for it will get twisted
- To a reproach against us.
-
- _Concobar._ Until now
- I’d never need to cry Cuchullain on
- And would not now.
-
- _First Old King._ They’ll say his manhood’s quenched.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I’ll give you gifts, but I’ll have something too,
- An arm-ring or the like, and if you will
- We’ll fight it out when you are older, boy.
-
- _An Old King._ Aoife will make some story out of this.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, well, what matter, I’ll have that arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Young Man._ There is no man I’d sooner have my friend
- Than you whose name has gone about the world
- As if it had been the wind, but Aoife’d say
- I had turned coward.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I’ll give you gifts
- That Aoife’ll know and all her people know
- To have been my gifts. Mananan, son of the sea,
- Gave me this heavy embroidered cloak. Nine Queens
- Of the Land-under-Wave had woven it
- Out of the fleeces of the sea. O! tell her
- I was afraid, or tell her what you will.
- No! tell her that I heard a raven croak
- On the north side of the house and was afraid.
-
- _An Old King._ Some witch of the air has troubled Cuchullain’s mind.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No witchcraft, his head is like a woman’s head
- I had a fancy for.
-
- _Second Old King._ A witch of the air
- Can make a leaf confound us with memories.
- They have gone to school to learn the trick of it.
-
- _Cuchullain._ But there’s no trick in this. That arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Third Old King._ He shall not go unfought, I’ll fight with him.
-
- _Fourth Old King._ No! I will fight with him.
-
- _First Old King._ I claim the fight,
- For when we sent an army to her land----
-
- _Second Old King._ I claim the fight, for one of Aoife’s galleys
- Stole my great cauldron and a herd of pigs.
-
- _Third Old King._ No, no, I claim it, for at Lammas’ time----
-
- _Cuchullain._ Back! Back! Put up your swords! Put up your swords!
- There’s none alive that shall accept a challenge
- I have refused. Laegaire, put up your sword.
-
- _Young Man._ No, let them come, let any three together.
- If they’ve a mind to, I’ll try it out with four.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That’s spoken as I’d spoken it at your age,
- But you are in my house. Whatever man
- Would fight with you shall fight it out with me.
- They’re dumb. They’re dumb. How many of you would meet
-
- [_Drawing his sword._
-
- This mutterer, this old whistler, this sandpiper,
- This edge that’s grayer than the tide, this mouse
- That’s gnawing at the timbers of the world,
- This, this--Boy, I would meet them all in arms
- If I’d a son like you. He would avenge me
- When I have withstood for the last time the men
- Whose fathers, brothers, sons, and friends I have killed
- Upholding Ullad; when the four provinces
- Have gathered with the ravens over them.
- But I’d need no avenger. You and I
- Would scatter them like water from a dish.
-
- _Young Man._ We’ll stand by one another from this out.
- Here is the ring.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, turn and turn about,
- But my turn is first, because I am the older.
- Cliodna embroidered these bird wings, but Fand
- Made all these little golden eyes with the hairs
- That she had stolen out of Aengus’ beard,
- And therefore none that has this cloak about him
- Is crossed in love. The heavy inlaid brooch
- That Buan hammered has a merit too.
-
- [_He begins spreading the cloak out on a bench, showing it to the
- YOUNG MAN. Suddenly CONCOBAR beats with his silver rod on a pillar
- beside his chair. All turn towards him._
-
- _Concobar._ [_In a loud voice._]
- No more of that, I will not have this friendship.
- Cuchullain is my man and I forbid it;
- He shall not go unfought for I myself----
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Seizing CONCOBAR._]
- You shall not stir, High King, I’ll hold you there.
-
- _Concobar._ Witchcraft has maddened you.
-
- _The Kings._ [_Shouting._] Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft.
-
- _A King._ You saw another’s head upon his shoulders
- All of a sudden, a woman’s head, Cuchullain.
- Then raised your hand against the King of Ullad.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Letting CONCOBAR go, and looking wildly about him._]
- Yes, yes, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.
-
- _Daire._ Why, there’s no witchcraft in it, I myself
- Have made a hundred of these sudden friendships
- And fought it out next day. But that was folly,
- For now that I am old I know it is best
- To live in comfort.
-
- _A King._ Pull the fool away!
-
- _Daire._ I’ll throw a heel-tap to the one that dies.
-
- _Concobar._ Some witch is floating in the air above us.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft and the power of witchcraft.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- Why did you do it? was it Calatin’s daughters?
- Out, out, I say, for now it’s sword on sword.
-
- _Young Man._ But, but, I did not.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Out, I say, out, out!
- Sword upon sword.
-
- [_He goes towards the door at back, followed by YOUNG MAN. He
- turns on the threshold and cries out, looking at the YOUNG MAN._
-
- That hair my hands were drowned in!
-
- [_He goes out, followed by YOUNG MAN. The other KINGS begin to
- follow them out._
-
- _A King._ I saw him fight with Ferdiad.
-
- _Second King._ We’ll be too late,
- They’re such a long time getting through the door.
-
- _Third King._ Run quicker, quicker.
-
- _Daire._ I was at the Smith’s
- When he that was the boy Setanta then----
-
- [_Sound, of fighting outside._
-
- _Third King._ He will have killed him.
- They have begun the fight!
-
- [_They all go out, leaving the house silent and empty. There is a
- pause during which one hears the clashing of the swords. BARACH and
- FINTAIN come in from side door. BARACH is dragging FINTAIN._
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have eaten it, you have left me nothing
-but the bones.
-
-_Fintain._ O, that I should have to endure such a plague. O, I ache all
-over. O, I am pulled in pieces. This is the way you pay me for all the
-good I have done you!
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have told me lies about a wild dog.
-Nobody has seen a wild dog about the place this twelve month. Lie there
-till the Kings come. O, I will tell Concobar and Cuchullain and all the
-Kings about you!
-
-_Fintain._ What would have happened to you but for me, and you without
-your wits? If I did not take care of you what would you do for food and
-warmth?
-
-_Barach._ You take care of me? You stay safe and send me into every kind
-of danger. You sent me down the cliff for gull’s eggs while you warmed
-your blind eyes in the sun. And then you ate all that were good for
-food. You left me the eggs that were neither egg nor bird. [_The blind
-man tries to rise. BARACH makes him lie down again._] Keep quiet now
-till I shut the door. There is some noise outside. There are swords
-crossing; a high vexing noise so that I can’t be listening to myself.
-[_He goes to the big door at the back and shuts it._] Why can’t they be
-quiet, why can’t they be quiet! Ah, you would get away, would you? [_He
-follows the blind man who has been crawling along the wall and makes him
-lie down close to the KING’S chair._] Lie there, lie there. No, you
-won’t get away. Lie there till the Kings come, I’ll tell them all about
-you. I shall tell it all. How you sit warming yourself, when you have
-made me light a fire of sticks, while I sit blowing it with my mouth. Do
-you not always make me take the windy side of the bush when it blows and
-the rainy side when it rains?
-
-_Fintain._ O good fool, listen to me. Think of the care I have taken of
-you. I have brought you to many a warm hearth, where there was a good
-welcome for you, but you would not stay there, you were always wandering
-about.
-
-_Barach._ The last time you brought me in, it was not I who wandered
-away, but you that got put out because you took the crubeen out of the
-pot, when you thought nobody was looking. Keep quiet now, keep quiet
-till I shut the door. Here is Cuchullain, now you will be beaten. I am
-going to tell him everything.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_Comes in and says to the fool._] Give me that horn.
-
- [_The fool gives him a horn which CUCHULLAIN fills with ale and
- drinks._
-
-_Fintain._ Do not listen to him, listen to me.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What are you wrangling over?
-
-_Barach._ He is fat and good for nothing. He has left me the bones and
-the feathers.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What feathers?
-
-_Barach._ I left him turning a fowl at the fire. He ate it all. He left
-me nothing but the bones and feathers.
-
-_Fintain._ Do not believe him. You do not know how vain this fool is. I
-gave him the feathers, because I thought he would like nothing so well.
-
- [_BARACH is sitting on a bench playing with a heap of feathers,
- which he has taken out of the breast of his coat._
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top----
-
-_Fintain._ Where would he be but for me? I must be always thinking,
-thinking to get food for the two of us, and when we’ve got it, if the
-moon’s at the full or the tide on the turn, he’ll leave the rabbit in
-its snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip through his
-hands back into the water.
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top,
- Then was I an eagle cock;
- Now that you are a withered old block,
- Still am I an eagle cock!
-
-_Fintain._ Listen to him now! That’s the sort of talk I have to put up
-with, day out day in.
-
- [_The fool is putting the feathers into his hair. CUCHULLAIN takes a
- handful of feathers out of the heap and out of the fool’s hair, and
- begins to wipe the blood from his sword with them._
-
-_Barach._ He has taken my feathers to wipe his sword. It is blood that
-he is wiping from his sword!
-
-_Fintain._ Whose blood? Whose blood?
-
-_Cuchullain._ That young champion’s.
-
-_Fintain._ He that came out of Aoife’s country?
-
-_Cuchullain._ The Kings are standing round his body.
-
-_Fintain._ Did he fight long?
-
-_Cuchullain._ He thought to have saved himself with witchcraft.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said he would kill you. He came from
-Aoife’s country to kill you. That blind man said they had taught him
-every kind of weapon that he might do it. But I always knew that you
-would kill him.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_To the blind man._] You knew him, then?
-
-_Fintain._ I saw him when I had my eyes, in Aoife’s country.
-
-_Cuchullain._ You were in Aoife’s country?
-
-_Fintain._ I knew him and his mother there.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was about to speak of her when he died.
-
-_Fintain._ He was a Queen’s son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What Queen, what Queen? [_He seizes the blind man._] Was
-it Scathach? There were many Queens. All the rulers were Queens.
-
-_Fintain._ No, not Scathach.
-
-_Cuchullain._ It was Uathach, then. Speak, speak!
-
-_Fintain._ I cannot speak, you are clutching me too tightly.
-[_CUCHULLAIN lets him go._] I cannot remember who it was. I am not
-certain. It was some Queen.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife’s son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ She? No, no, she had no son when I was there.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ I had rather he had been some other woman’s son. What
-father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman, a proud,
-pale amorous woman.
-
-_Fintain._ None knew whose son he was.
-
-_Cuchullain._ None knew? Did you know, old listener at doors?
-
-_Fintain._ No, no, I knew nothing.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that he heard Aoife boast that she’d never
-but the one lover, and he the only man that had overcome her in battle.
-
- [_A pause._
-
-_Fintain._ Somebody is trembling. Why are you trembling, fool? the bench
-is shaking, why are you trembling? Is Cuchullain going to hurt us? It
-was not I who told you, Cuchullain.
-
-_Barach._ It is Cuchullain who is trembling. He is shaking the bench
-with his knees.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was my son, and I have killed my son.
-
- [_A pause._
-
- ’Twas they that did it, the pale windy people,
- Where, where, where? My sword against the thunder.
- But no, for they have always been my friends;
- And though they love to blow a smoking coal
- Till it’s all flame, the wars they blow aflame
- Are full of glory, and heart uplifting pride,
- And not like this; the wars they love awaken
- Old fingers and the sleepy strings of harps.
- Who did it then? Are you afraid; speak out,
- For I have put you under my protection
- And will reward you well. Dubthach the Chafer.
- He had an old grudge. No, for he is with Maeve.
- Laegaire did it. Why do you not speak?
- What is this house? [_A pause._] Now I remember all.
-
- _Fintain._ He will kill us. O, I am afraid!
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Who is before CONCOBAR’S chair._]
- ’Twas you who did it, you who sat up there
- With that old branch of silver, like a magpie
- Nursing a stolen spoon. Magpie, magpie,
- A maggot that is eating up the earth!
-
- [_Begins hacking at the chair with his sword._
-
- No, but a magpie, for he’s flown away.
- Where did he fly to?
-
- _Fintain._ He is outside the door.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Outside the door?
-
- _Fintain._ He is under Baile’s yew-tree.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Concobar, Concobar, the sword into your heart.
-
- [_He goes out. A pause. The fool goes to the great door at back and
- looks out after him._
-
-_Barach._ He is going up to King Concobar; they are all under the tree.
-No, no, he is standing still. There is a great wave going to break and
-he is looking at it. Ah! now he is running down to the sea, but he is
-holding up his sword as if he were going into a fight. [_A pause._] Well
-struck, well struck!
-
-_Fintain._ What is he doing now?
-
-_Barach._ Oh! he is fighting the waves.
-
-_Fintain._ He sees King Concobar’s crown on every one of them.
-
-_Barach._ There, he has struck at a big one. He has struck the crown off
-it, he has made the foam fly. There again another big one.
-
- [_Shouting without._
-
-_Fintain._ Where are the Kings? What are the Kings doing?
-
-_Barach._ They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the
-people are running out of the houses, they are all running.
-
-_Fintain._ You say they are running out of the houses, there will be
-nobody left in the houses. Listen, fool.
-
-_Barach._ There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the
-deep water.
-
-_Fintain._ Come here, fool; come here, I say.
-
-_Barach._ [_Coming towards him but looking backward towards the door._]
-What is it?
-
-_Fintain._ There will be nobody in the houses. Come this way, come
-quickly; the ovens will be full; we will put our hands into the ovens.
-
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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand, by
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-Title: The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand
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-_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._
-
- THE SECRET ROSE.
- THE CELTIC TWILIGHT.
- POEMS.
- THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS.
- THE SHADOWY WATERS.
- IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
-
-
-
-
-PLAYS FOR AN IRISH THEATRE
-
-VOLUME III.
-
-
-
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD:
- AND
- ON BAILE'S STRAND:
-
- BEING VOLUME THREE OF PLAYS
- FOR AN IRISH THEATRE:
-
- BY W. B. YEATS
-
-
- LONDON: A. H. BULLEN,
- 47, GREAT RUSSELL STREET, W.C.
- 1904
-
- CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
- TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.
-
-
-
-
-NOTE
-
-
-Both these plays have been written for Mr. Fay's "Irish National
-Theatre." "The King's Threshold" was played in October, 1903, and "On
-Baile's Strand" will be played in February or March, 1904. Both are
-founded on Old Irish Prose Romances, but I have borrowed some ideas for
-the arrangement of my subject in "The King's Threshold" from "Sancan the
-Bard," a play published by Mr. Edwin Ellis some ten years ago.
-
- W. B. Y.
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS
-
-
- PAGE
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD 1
-
- ON BAILE'S STRAND 67
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD
-
-
-
-
-LIST OF CHARACTERS
-
- KING GUAIRE.
- THE CHAMBERLAIN OF KING GUAIRE.
- A Soldier.
- A Monk.
- THE MAYOR OF KINVARA.
- A Cripple.
- Another Cripple.
- AILEEN, } Ladies of the Court.
- ESSA, }
- PRINCESS BUAN.
- PRINCESS FINNHUA, her Sister.
- FEDELM, Seanchan's Sweetheart.
- CIAN, } Servants of Seanchan.
- BRIAN, }
- SENIAS, } Pupils of Seanchan.
- ARIAS, }
- SEANCHAN (pronounced Shanahan), Chief Poet of Ireland.
-
- Pupils, Courtiers.
-
-
-
-
-A PROLOGUE.[1]
-
- Footnote 1: Written for the first production of "The King's
- Threshold" in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the smallness
- of the company, nobody could be spared to speak it.
-
-
- _An OLD MAN with a red dressing-gown, red slippers and red
- nightcap, holding a brass candlestick with a guttering candle in it,
- comes on from side of stage and goes in front of the dull green
- curtain._
-
-_Old Man._ I've got to speak the prologue. [_He shuffles on a few
-steps._] My nephew, who is one of the play actors, came to me, and I in
-my bed, and my prayers said, and the candle put out, and he told me
-there were so many characters in this new play, that all the company
-were in it, whether they had been long or short at the business, and
-that there wasn't one left to speak the prologue. Wait a bit, there's a
-draught here. [_He pulls the curtain closer together._] That's better.
-And that's why I'm here, and maybe I'm a fool for my pains.
-
-And my nephew said, there are a good many plays to be played for you,
-some to-night and some on other nights through the winter, and the most
-of them are simple enough, and tell out their story to the end. But as
-to the big play you are to see to-night, my nephew taught me to say what
-the poet had taught him to say about it. [_Puts down candlestick and
-puts right finger on left thumb._] First, he who told the story of
-Seanchan on King Guaire's threshold long ago in the old books told it
-wrongly, for he was a friend of the king, or maybe afraid of the king,
-and so he put the king in the right. But he that tells the story now,
-being a poet, has put the poet in the right.
-
-And then [_touches other finger_] I am to say: Some think it would be a
-finer tale if Seanchan had died at the end of it, and the king had the
-guilt at his door, for that might have served the poet's cause better in
-the end. But that is not true, for if he that is in the story but a
-shadow and an image of poetry had not risen up from the death that
-threatened him, the ending would not have been true and joyful enough to
-be put into the voices of players and proclaimed in the mouths of
-trumpets, and poetry would have been badly served.
-
- [_He takes up the candlestick again._
-
-And as to what happened Seanchan after, my nephew told me he didn't
-know, and the poet didn't know, and it's likely there's nobody that
-knows. But my nephew thinks he never sat down at the king's table again,
-after the way he had been treated, but that he went to some quiet green
-place in the hills with Fedelm, his sweetheart, where the poor people
-made much of him because he was wise, and where he made songs and
-poems, and it's likely enough he made some of the old songs and the old
-poems the poor people on the hillsides are saying and singing to-day.
-
- [_A trumpet-blast._
-
-Well, it's time for me to be going. That trumpet means that the curtain
-is going to rise, and after a while the stage there will be filled up
-with great ladies and great gentlemen, and poets, and a king with a
-crown on him, and all of them as high up in themselves with the pride of
-their youth and their strength and their fine clothes as if there was no
-such thing in the world as cold in the shoulders, and speckled shins,
-and the pains in the bones and the stiffness in the joints that make an
-old man that has the whole load of the world on him ready for his bed.
-
- [_He begins to shuffle away, and then stops._
-
-And it would be better for me, that nephew of mine to be thinking less
-of his play-acting, and to have remembered to boil down the knap-weed
-with a bit of three-penny sugar, for me to be wetting my throat with
-now and again through the night, and drinking a sup to ease the pains in
-my bones.
-
- [_He goes out at side of stage._
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD.
-
-
- SCENE: _Steps before the Palace of KING GUAIRE at Gort. A table in
- front of steps to right with food on it. SEANCHAN lying on steps to
- left. PUPILS before steps. KING on top of steps at centre._
-
- _King._ I welcome you that have the mastery
- Of the two kinds of music; the one kind
- Being like a woman, the other like a man;
- Both you that understand stringed instruments,
- And how to mingle words and notes together
- So artfully, that all the art is but speech
- Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
- The long twisted horn and understand
- The heady notes that being without words
- Can hurry beyond time and fate and change;
- For the high angels that drive the horse of time,
- The golden one by day, by night the silver,
- Are not more welcome to one that loves the world
- For some fair woman's sake.
-
- I have called you hither
- To save the life of your great master, Seanchan,
- For all day long it has flamed up or flickered
- To the fast-cooling hearth.
-
- _Senias._ When did he sicken?
- Is it a fever that is wasting him?
-
- _King._ He did not sicken, but three days ago
- He said he would not eat, and lay down there
- And has not eaten since. Till yesterday
- I thought that hunger and weakness had been enough,
- But finding them too trifling and too light
- To hold his mouth from biting at the grave
- I called you hither, and have called others yet.
- The girl he is to wed at harvest-time,
- That should be of all living the most dear,
- Is coming from the South, and had I known
- Of any other neighbours or good friends
- That might persuade him, I had brought them hither,
- Even though I'd to ransack the world for them.
-
- _Senias._ What was it put him to this work, High King?
-
- _King._ You will call it no great matter. Three days ago
- I yielded to the outcry of my courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law,
- Who long had thought it against their dignity
- For a mere man of words to sit among them
- At my own table; and when the meal was spread
- I ordered Seanchan to good company,
- But to a lower table; and when he pleaded
- The poet's right, established when the world
- Was first established, I said that I was King
- And made and unmade rights at my own pleasure.
- And that it was the men who ruled the world,
- And not the men who sang to it, who should sit
- Where there was the most honour. My courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law
- Shouted approval, and amid that noise
- Seanchan went out, and from that hour to this,
- Although there is good food and drink beside him,
- Has eaten nothing. If a man is wronged,
- Or thinks that he is wronged, and will lie down
- Upon another's threshold until he dies,
- The common people for all time to come
- Will raise a heavy cry against that threshold,
- Even though it is the King's. He lies there now
- Perishing; he is calling against my majesty,
- That old custom that has no meaning in it,
- And as he perishes, my name in the world
- Is perishing also. I cannot give way
- Because I am King, because if I give way
- My nobles would call me a weakling, and it may be
- The very throne be shaken; but should you
- That are his friends speak to him and persuade him
- To turn his mouth from the ill-savouring grave
- And eat good food, he shall not lack my favour;
- For I will give plough-land and grazing-land,
- Or all but anything he has set his heart on.
- It is not all because of my good name
- I'd have him live, for I have found him a man
- That might well hit the fancy of a king
- Banished out of his country, or a woman's,
- Or any other's that can judge a man
- For what he is. But I that sit a throne,
- And take my measure from the needs of the state,
- Call his wild thought that over-runs the measure,
- Making words more than deeds, and his proud will
- That would unsettle all, most mischievous,
- And he himself a most mischievous man.
-
- _Senias._ King, whether you did right or wrong in this
- Let the King say, for all that I need say
- Is that there's nothing that cries out for death
- In the withholding of that ancient right,
- And that I will persuade him. Your own words
- Had been enough persuasion were it not
- That he is lost in dreams that hunger makes,
- And therefore heedless, or lost in heedless sleep.
-
- _King._ I leave him to your love, that it may promise
- Plough-lands and grass-lands, jewels and silken wear,
- Or anything but that old right of the poets.
-
- [_He goes out. The PUPILS, who have been standing perfectly quiet,
- all turn towards SEANCHAN, and move a step nearer._
-
- _Senias._ The King did wrong to abrogate our right,
- But Seanchan, who talks of dying for it,
- Talks foolishly. Look at us, Seanchan,
- Waken out of your dream and look at us,
- Who have ridden under the moon and all the day,
- Until the moon has all but come again,
- That we might be beside you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN turns half round leaning on his elbow, and speaks as if
- in a dream._
-
- _Seanchan._ I was but now
- At Almhuin, in a great high-raftered house,
- With Finn and Osgar. Odours of roast flesh
- Rose round me and I saw the roasting spits,
- And then the dream was broken, and I saw
- Grania dividing salmon by a pool,
- And then I was awakened by your voice.
-
- _Senias._ It is your hunger that makes you dream of flesh
- Roasting, and for your hunger I could weep;
- And yet the hunger of the crane that starves
- Because the moonlight glittering on the pool
- And flinging a pale shadow has made it shy,
- Seems to me little more fantastical
- Than this that's blown into so great a trouble.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Who has turned away again._]
- There is much truth in that, for all things change
- At times, as if the moonlight altered them,
- And my mind alters as if it were the crane's;
- For when the heavy body has grown weak
- There's nothing that can tether the wild mind
- That being moonstruck and fantastical
- Goes where it fancies. I had even thought
- I knew your voice and face, but now the words
- Are so unlikely that I needs must ask
- Who is it that bids me put my hunger by?
-
- _Senias._ I am your oldest pupil, Seanchan;
- The one that has been with you many years,
- So many that you said at Candlemas
- That I had almost done with school, and knew
- All but all that poets understand.
-
- _Seanchan._ My oldest pupil. No, that cannot be;
- For it is someone of the courtly crowds
- That have been round about me from sunrise
- And I am tricked by dreams, but I'll refute them.
- I asked the pupil that I loved the best,
- At Candlemas, why poetry is honoured,
- Wishing to know how he'd defend our craft
- In distant lands among strange churlish Kings.
- And he'd an answer.
-
- _Senias._ I said the poets hung
- Images of the life that was in Eden
- About the childbed of the world, that it,
- Looking upon those images, might bear
- Triumphant children; but why must I stand here
- Repeating an old lesson while you starve?
-
- _Seanchan._ Tell on, for I begin to know the voice;
- What evil thing will come upon the world
- If the arts perish?
-
- _Senias._ If the arts should perish
- The world that lacked them would be like a woman
- That looking on the cloven lips of a hare
- Brings forth a hare-lipped child.
-
- _Seanchan._ But that's not all.
- For when I asked you how a man should guard
- Those images you had an answer also,
- If you're the man that you have claimed to be,
- Comparing them to venerable things
- God gave to men before he gave them wheat.
-
- _Senias._ I answered, and the word was half your own,
- That he should guard them, as the men of Dea
- Guard their four treasures, as the Grail King guards
- His holy cup, or the pale righteous horse
- The jewel that is underneath his horn,
- Pouring out life for it, as one pours out
- Sweet heady wine--but now I understand
- You would refute me out of my own mouth;
- And yet a place at table near the King
- Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan.
- How does so light a thing touch poetry?
-
- [_SEANCHAN is now sitting up. He still looks dreamily in front of
- him._
-
- _Seanchan._ At Candlemas you called this poetry
- One of the fragile mighty things of God
- That die at an insult.
-
- _Senias._ [_To other PUPILS._] Give me some true answer.
- For on that day we spoke about the court
- And said that all that was insulted there
- The world insulted, for the courtly life,
- Being the first comely child of the world,
- Is the world's model. How shall I answer him?
- Can you not give me some true argument?
- I will not tempt him with a lying one.
-
- _Arias._ [_Throwing himself at SEANCHAN'S feet._]
- Why did you take me from my father's fields?
- If you would leave me now, what shall I love?
- Where shall I go, what shall I set my hand to?
- And why have you put music in my ears
- If you would send me to the clattering houses?
- I will throw down the trumpet and the harp,
- For how could I sing verses or make music
- With none to praise me and a broken heart?
-
- _Seanchan._ What was it that the poets promised you
- If it was not their sorrow? Do not speak.
- Have I not opened school on these bare steps,
- And are not you the youngest of my scholars?
- And I would have all know that when all falls
- In ruin, poetry calls out in joy,
- Being the scattering hand, the bursting pod,
- The victim's joy among the holy flame,
- God's laughter at the shattering of the world,
- And now that joy laughs out and weeps and burns
- On these bare steps.
-
- _Arias._ O Master, do not die.
-
- [_Three men come in. CIAN and BRIAN, old men carrying basket with
- food, and MAYOR OF KINVARA. They stand at the side listening._
-
- _Senias._ Trouble him with no useless argument.
- Be silent; there is nothing we can do
- Except find out the King and kneel to him
- And beg our ancient right. These three have come
- To say whatever we could say and more,
- And fare as badly. Come, boy, that's no use;
-
- [_He lifts the BOY up._
-
- If it seem well that we beseech the King,
- Lay down your harps and trumpets on the stones
- In silence and come with me silently.
- Come with slow footfalls and bow all your heads,
- For a bowed head becomes a mourner best.
-
- [_They lay the harps and trumpets down one by one and then go out
- very solemnly and slowly, following one another._
-
- _Cian._ Let's show the food that's in the basket.
-
- _Mayor._ [_Who carries an Ogham stick._] No,
- I must get through my speech or I'll forget it;
- Besides, there is no reason why he'd eat
- Till he has heard my reasons.
-
- _Cian._ It were better
- To show what we have brought him in the basket,
- For we have nothing that he has not liked
- From boyhood.
-
- _Brian._ For we have not brought kings' food
- That's cooked for everybody and nobody.
-
- _Mayor._ You are not showing right respect to me,
- Or to the people of Kinvara, when you wish
- That something else should come before my message.
-
- _Seanchan._ What brings you here? I never sent for you.
-
- _Cian._ He must be famishing, he looks so pale.
- We had better get the food out first. I tell you,
- That we have brought the things he likes the best.
-
- _Mayor._ No, no; I lost a word at every cross road
- And maybe if I do not speak it now
- I'll have forgot it.
-
- _Cian._ Well, out with it quickly.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why, what's this foolery?
-
- _Mayor._ No foolery;
- A message from the richest, best born townsman
- Of your own town, and from your aged father.
-
- _Cian._ Run through it while I am getting out the food.
-
- _Mayor._ How was I to begin? What was the word
- That was to keep it in my memory?
- Wait, I have notched it on this Ogham stick.
- "Chief poet," "Ireland," "Townsman"; that is it.
- Chief poet of Ireland, when we heard that trouble
- Had come between you and the King of Ireland
- It plunged us in deep sorrow, part for you,
- Our honoured townsman, part for our good town.
- The King was said to be most friendly to us,
- And we had reasons, as you'll recollect,
- For thinking that he was about to give
- Those grazing lands inland we so much need,
- Being pinched between the water and the rocks.
- But now his friendliness being ill repaid
- Will be turned from us and our town get nothing.
- But there was something else--I'll find the word
- That was to keep it in my memory.
- "Pride"--that's the word,--we would not have you think,
- Weighty as these considerations are,
- That they have been as weighty in our minds
- As our desire that one we take much pride in,
- A man who has been an honour to our town,
- Should live and prosper, therefore we beseech you
- To give way in a matter of no moment,
- A matter of mere sentiment, a trifle,
- That we may always keep our pride in you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Their pride, their pride, what do they know of pride?
- My pupils do not know it, for they beg
- From the King's favour what is theirs by right,
- And how can men, that God has made so weak
- They need a rich man's favour every day,
- Know anything of pride?
-
- _Cian._ [_To MAYOR._] You have spoken it wrongly.
- You have forgotten something out of it about the cattle dying.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you do not know, being much away,
- How many of our cattle died last winter
- From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness
- Because the poor had nothing but salt fish
- To live upon. The people all came out
- And stood about the doors as I went by.
-
- _Seanchan._ What would you have of me?
- For there are men that shall be born at last
- And find sweet nurture that they may have voices
- Even in anger like the strings of harps.
- Yet how could they be born to majesty
- If I had never made the golden cradle?
-
- _Mayor._ What is it? "Father"--"Mother"; that is it;
- Your father sends this message.
-
- _Cian._ He is listening.
-
- _Mayor._ He says that he is old and that he needs you,
- And that the people will be pointing at him
- And he not able to lift up his head
- If you should turn the King's favour away.
- And he adds to it, that he cared you well,
- And you in your young age, and that it's right
- That you should care him now.
-
- _Cian._ And when he spoke
- He cried because the stiffness of his bones
- Prevented him from coming.
-
- _Mayor._ But your mother
- Has sent no message, for when they had told her
- The way it is between you and the King
- She said, "No message can do any good,
- He will not send the answer that you want;
- We cannot change him," and she went indoors,
- Lay down upon her bed and turned her face
- Out of the light. And thereupon your father
- Said, "Tell him how she is, and that she sends
- No message." I have nothing more to say.
- Cian and Brian, you can set out the food.
-
- [_He sits down on steps. SEANCHAN is silent._
-
- _Mayor._ I have a horse waiting outside the town
- To bring me home, and all the neighbours wait
- Your answer. What answer am I to bring?
-
- _Seanchan._ Give them my answer--no, I have no answer:
- My mother knew it.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you have forgotten
- That all our fields are so heaped up with stones
- That the goats famish, and the mowers mow
- With knives, and that the King half promised us----
-
- _Seanchan._ Thrust that old cloak of yours into your mouth
- Till it's done gabbling.
-
- _Mayor._ But----
-
- _Cian._ You have said enough;
- I knew that you would never speak it right.
-
- _Seanchan._ Our mothers know us, they know us to the bone,
- They knew us before birth, and that is why
- They know us even better than the sweethearts
- Upon whose breasts we have lain.
-
- _Brian._ We have brought your honour
- The food that you have always liked the best,
- Young pigeons from Kinvara, and watercress
- Out of the stream that's by the blessed well,
- And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour,
- It is wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea.
-
- _Seanchan._ O Brian, you would spread the table for me
- As you would spread it when I was in my childhood;
- But all that's finished.
-
- _Mayor._ I knew he would not care
- For country things now that he's grown accustomed
- To the King's dishes. I told Brian too
- He'd have his pains for nothing. But he's old.
-
- [_Goes over to table at right. While he is speaking CIAN and BRIAN
- are in vain offering SEANCHAN food._
-
- And what dishes! Venison from Slieve Echtge
- Fattened with poor men's crops; flesh of wild pig;
- Not fat nor lean, but streaky and right well cured;
- Bread that's the whitest that I've ever seen.
-
- _Cian._ You're in the right, you're in the right, he will not eat.
-
- [_Pouring wine into cup._
-
- _Mayor._ Bring him some wine, it will give him strength to eat.
-
- [_BRIAN brings wine over towards SEANCHAN._
-
- No wonder if the King is proud and merry,
- And keeps all day in the saddle, when even I
- Am well-nigh drunken with the odour of it,
- And if I dared--I dare not.
-
- _Cian._ Drink it, sir.
-
- _Brian._ Drink a few drops.
-
- _Seanchan._ Drink it yourself, old man,
- For you have come a journey, and I daresay
- You did not eat or drink upon the road.
-
- _Cian._ How can I drink it when your honour's thirsty?
-
- [_He offers cup again. The KING'S HOUSEHOLD comes in. CHAMBERLAIN
- with long staff, a SOLDIER, a MONK, two LADIES, followed by
- CRIPPLES who beg from the ladies, who keep close together at
- right, talking to each other at intervals. SOLDIER goes over to
- MAYOR, and talks to him._
-
- _Chamberlain._ Well, have you it in imagination still
- To overthrow the dignity of the King,
- Or is the game finished?
-
- [_A pause._
-
- How many days
- Will you keep up this quarrel with the King,
- With the King's nobles and myself and all
- Who'd gladly be your friends if you would let them?
-
- _Soldier._ [_Who has been speaking to MAYOR and SERVANTS._]
- Was it you that sent his servants and the Mayor
- Of his own town to wheedle him into life?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It was the King himself.
-
- _Soldier._ Was it worth our while
- To have got rid of him from the King's table
- If he is to be humoured and made much of?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It seems that he has not eaten yet, although
- He's had another dozen hours of hunger.
-
- _Soldier._ If he's so proud and obstinate a neck
- I'd let him starve.
-
- _Monk._ Persuade him to eat, my lord.
- His death would make a scandal, and stir up
- The common people.
-
- _Chamberlain._ And I have a fancy
- That if it brought misfortune on the King,
- Or the King's house, we'd be as little thought of
- As summer linen when the winter's come.
-
- _Aileen._ [_To CIAN._]
- You've had no luck, old man.
-
- _Cian._ We have not, lady.
-
- _Aileen._ Maybe he's out of humour with your ways,
- Having grown used to sprightlier service.
-
- _Cian._ Maybe.
- But the King's messengers have gone for one
- That will persuade him. [_To BRIAN._] Come, let us go;
- For she might lose her way in this fine place.
- Come, we have been too long upon the tree,
-
- [_Plucking sleeve of MAYOR._
-
- And there are little golden pippins here.
-
- _Soldier._ Give me the dish, I'll hand it him myself.
-
- _Aileen._ I wonder if she is pretty.
-
- [_MAYOR and SERVANTS have gone out._
-
- _Soldier._ Eat this, old hedgehog.
- Sniff up the savour and unroll yourself.
- But if I were the King I'd make you do it
- With wisps of lighted straw.
-
- _Seanchan._ You have rightly named me,
- I lie rolled up under the ragged thorns
- That are upon the edge of those great waters
- Where all things vanish away, and I have heard
- Murmurs that are the ending of all sound.
- I am out of life, I am rolled up, and yet,
- Hedgehog although I am, I'll not unroll
- For you, King's dog. Go to the King, your master,
- Crouch down and wag your tail, for it may be
- He has nothing now against you, and I think
- The stripes of your last beating are all healed.
-
- _Chamberlain._ Don't answer, you were never to his mind.
- And now you have angered him to no good purpose.
- But put the dish down and I will speak to him.
-
- _Seanchan._ You must needs keep your patience yet awhile,
- For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air
- To swallow before I have grown to be as civil
- As any other dust.
-
- _Chamberlain._ You wrong us, Seanchan,
- There is none here but holds you in respect,
- And if you would only eat out of this dish
- The King would show how much he honours you.
-
- _Aileen._ [_Giving CRIPPLE money._]
- You are always discontented. Look at this cripple,
- He has had to cover up his eyes with rags
- Because they are too weak to look at the sun,
- And has a crooked body, and yet he is cheerful.
- Stand there where he can see you.
-
- [_CRIPPLE goes over and stands in front of SEANCHAN, bowing and
- smiling._
-
- _Chamberlain._ We have come to you
- Because we wish you a long, prosperous life;
- Who could imagine you'd so take to heart
- Being put from the high table.
-
- _Seanchan._ It was not I
- That you have driven away from the high table,
- But the images of them that weave a dance,
- By the four rivers in the mountain garden.
-
- _Monk._ He means we have driven poetry away.
-
- _Chamberlain._ It is the men who are learned in the laws,
- Or have led the King's armies that should sit
- At the King's table. Nor has poetry
- Been altogether driven away, for I,
- As you should know, have written poetry,
- And often when the table has been cleared
- And candles lighted, the King calls for me
- And I repeat it him. My poetry
- Is not to be compared with yours, but still
- Where I am honoured, poetry is honoured
- In some measure.
-
- _Seanchan._ If you are a poet,
- Cry out that the King's money would not buy,
- Nor the high circle consecrate his head,
- If poets had never christened gold, and even
- The moon's poor daughter, that most whey-faced metal,
- Precious; and cry out that none alive
- Would ride among the arrows with high heart
- Or scatter with an open hand, had not
- Our heady craft commended wasteful virtues.
- And when that story's finished, shake your coat
- Where the little jewels gleam on it, and say
- A herdsman sitting where the pigs had trampled
- Made up a song about enchanted kings,
- Who were so finely dressed one fancied them
- All fiery, and women by the churn
- And children by the hearth caught up the song
- And murmured it until the tailors heard it.
-
- _Monk._ How proud these poets are! It was full time
- To break their pride.
-
- _Seanchan._ And I would have you say
- That when we are driven out we come again
- Like a great wind that runs out of the waste
- To blow the tables flat.
-
- _Chamberlain._ If you'd eat something
- You'd find you have these thoughts because you are hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ And when you have told them all these things, lie down
- On this bare threshold and starve until the King
- Restore to us the ancient right of the poets.
-
- _Aileen._ Let's come away. There's no use talking to him,
- For he's resolved to die, and that's no loss:
- We will go watch the hurley.
-
- _Monk._ You should obey
- The King's commandment and not question it,
- For it is God himself who has made him king.
-
- _Essa._ Let's hear his answer to the monk.
-
- _Seanchan._ Stoop down,
- For there is something I would say to you.
- Has that wild God of yours that was so wild
- When you'd but lately taken the King's pay,
- Grown any tamer? He gave you all much trouble
- Being so unruly and inconsiderate.
-
- _Aileen._ What does he mean?
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ Or it may be you have persuaded him
- To chirp between two dishes when the King
- Sits down to table.
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, sir.
- What do I care about your insolent dreams.
-
- _Seanchan._ And maybe he has learnt to sing quite softly
- Because loud singing would disturb the King
- Who is sitting drowsily among his friends
- After the table has been cleared----
-
- _Monk._ Let go.
-
- [_SEANCHAN has been dragged some feet, clinging to the MONK'S
- habit._
-
- _Seanchan._ Not yet; you did not think that hungry hands
- Could be so strong. They are not civil yet--
- I'd know if you have taught him to eat bread
- From the King's hand, and perch upon his finger.
- I think he perches on the King's strong hand,
- But it may be that he is still too wild.
- You must not weary in your work; a King
- Is often weary and he needs a God
- To be a comfort to him.
-
- [_The MONK plucks his habit away. SEANCHAN holds up his hand as if a
- bird perched upon it. He pretends to stroke the bird._
-
- A little god,
- With soft well-coloured feathers, and bright eyes.
-
- _Aileen._ We have listened long enough.
-
- _Essa._ Let us away,
- Where we can watch the young men at the hurley.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, yes, go to the hurley, go to the hurley,
- Go to the hurley, gather up your skirts,
- Run quickly. You can remember many love songs;
- I know it by the light that's in your eyes,
- But you'll forget them. You're fair to look on,
- Your feet delight in dancing, and your mouths
- In the slow smiling that awakens love.
- The mothers that have borne you mated rightly,
- For they had little ears as thirsty as are yours
- For many love-songs. Go to the young men:
- Are not the ruddy flesh and the thin flanks
- And the broad shoulders worthy of desire?
- Go from me. Here is nothing for your eyes,
- But it is I that am singing you away,
- Singing you to the young men.
-
- [_The two young PRINCESSES BUAN and FINNHUA come in. While he has
- been speaking AILEEN and ESSA have shrunk back holding each others
- hands._
-
- _Aileen._ Be quiet;
- Look who it is that has come out of the house.
- Princesses, we are for the hurling field.
- Will you come too?
-
- _Princess Buan._ We will go with you, Aileen,
- But we must have some words with Seanchan,
- For we have come to make him eat and drink.
-
- _Chamberlain._ I will hold out the dish and cup for him
- While you are speaking to him of his folly,
- If you desire it, Princess.
-
- [_He has taken up dish and cup._
-
- _Princess Buan._ Give me the cup.
- My sister there will carry the dish of meat:
- We'll offer them ourselves.
-
- _Aileen._ They are so gracious,
- The dear little princesses are so gracious.
-
- [_PRINCESS BUAN holds out her hand for SEANCHAN to kiss it; he does
- not move._
-
- Although she is holding out her hand to him
- He will not kiss it.
-
- _Princess Buan._ My father bids us say
- That though he cannot have you at his table,
- You may ask any other thing you like
- And he will give it you. We carry you
- A dish and a cup of wine, with our own hands,
- To show in what great honour you are held.
- Will you not drink a little? Does he not show
- Every befitting honour to the poets?
-
- _Aileen._ O look, he has taken it, he has taken it!
- The dear princesses, I have always said
- That nobody could refuse them anything.
-
- [_SEANCHAN takes the cup in one hand, in the other he holds for a
- moment the hand of the PRINCESS._
-
- _Seanchan._ O long soft fingers and pale finger-tips
- Well worthy to be laid in a king's hand;
- O you have fair white hands, for it is certain
- There is uncommon whiteness in these hands.
- But there is something comes into my mind,
- Princess. A little while before your birth
- I saw your mother sitting by the road
- In a high chair, and when a leper passed
- She pointed him the way into the town,
- And he lifted his hand and blessed her hand;
- I saw it with my own eyes. Hold out your hands,
- I will find out if they are contaminated;
- For it has come into my thoughts that may be
- The King has sent me food and drink by hands
- That are contaminated. I would see all your hands,
- You've eyes of dancers, but hold out your hands,
- For it may be there are none sound among you----
-
- [_The PRINCESSES have shrunk back in terror._
-
- _Princess Buan._ He has called us lepers.
-
- _Chamberlain._ He's out of his mind,
- And does not know the meaning of what he said.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Standing up._]
- There are no sound hands among you. No sound hands.
- Away with you, away with all of you,
- You are all lepers. There is leprosy
- Among the plates and dishes that you have brought me.
- I would know why you have brought me leper's wine?
-
- [_He flings the wine in their faces._
-
- There, there, I have given it to you again, and now
- Begone or I will give my curse to you.
- You have the leper's blessing, but you think
- Maybe the bread will something lack in savour
- Unless you mix my curse into the dough.
-
- [_They go out to L., all except the CRIPPLES. SEANCHAN is
- staggering in the middle of the stage._
-
- _Seanchan._ Where did I say the leprosy came from?
- I said it came out of a leper's hand
- And that he walked the highway; but that's folly,
- For he was walking up there in the sky
- And there he is even now with his white hand
- Thrust out of the blue air and blessing them
- With leprosy.
-
- _A Cripple._ He's pointing at the moon
- That's coming out up yonder, and he calls it
- Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.
-
- _Seanchan._ He's holding up his hand above them all
- King, Noblemen, Princesses, blessing all.
- Who could imagine he'd have so much patience.
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- [_Clutching other CRIPPLE._
-
- _Second Cripple._ If you don't need it, sir,
- May we not carry some of it away?
-
- [_He points to food._
-
- _Seanchan._ Who's speaking? Who are you?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Have pity on us, that must beg our bread
- From table to table throughout the entire world
- And yet be hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ But why were you born crooked?
- What bad poet did your mothers listen to
- That you were born so crooked?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come away.
- Maybe he's cursed the food and it might kill us.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Yes, better come away.
-
- [_They go out._
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Staggering and speaking wearily._]
- He has great strength
- And great patience to hold his right hand there
- Uplifted and not wavering about;
- He is much stronger than I am, much stronger.
-
- [_He sinks down on steps._
-
- _Enter from R. FEDELM, CIAN and BRIAN._
-
- _Brian._ There he is lying. Go over to him now
- And bid him eat.
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll get him out of this
- Before I have said a word of food and drink;
- For while he is on this threshold and can hear,
- It may be, the voices that made mock of him,
- He would not listen.
-
- _Brian._ That is a good plan.
- But there is little time, for he is weakening.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Crying._] I cannot think of any other plan
- Although it breaks my heart.
-
- _Cian._ Let's leave them now,
- For she will press the honey from her bag
- When we are gone.
-
- _Brian._ It will be hard to move him
- If hunger and thirst have got into his bones.
-
- [_They go out leaving FEDELM and SEANCHAN alone. FEDELM runs over to
- SEANCHAN and kneels down before him._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan! Seanchan!
-
- [_He remains looking into the sky._
-
- Can you not see me, Seanchan?
- It is myself.
-
- [_SEANCHAN looks at her dreamily at first, then takes her hand._
-
- _Seanchan._ Is this your hand, Fedelm?
- I have been looking at another hand
- That is up yonder.
-
- _Fedelm._ I have come for you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Fedelm, I did not know that you were here.
-
- _Fedelm._ And can you not remember that I promised
- That I would come and take you home with me
- When I'd the harvest in? and now I've come,
- And you must come away, and come on the instant.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, I will come; but is the harvest in?
- This air has got a summer taste in it.
-
- _Fedelm._ But is not the wild middle of the summer
- A better time to marry? Come with me now.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by both wrists._]
- Who taught you that, for it's a certainty,
- Although I never knew it till last night,
- That marriage, because it is the height of life,
- Can only be accomplished to the full
- In the high days of the year. I lay awake,
- There had come a frenzy into the light of the stars
- And they were coming nearer and I knew
- All in a minute they were about to marry
- Clods out upon the plough-lands, to beget
- A mightier race than any that has been;
- But some that are within there made a noise
- And frighted them away.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now;
- We have far to go, and daylight's running out.
-
- _Seanchan._ The stars had come so near me that I caught
- Their singing; it was praise of that great race
- That would be haughty, mirthful, and white-bodied
- With a high head, and open hand, and how
- Laughing, it would take the mastery of the world.
-
- _Fedelm._ But you will tell me all about their songs
- When we're at home. You have need of rest and care,
- And I can give them you when we're at home,
- And therefore let us hurry and get us home.
-
- _Seanchan._ That's true; and there's some trouble here, although
- I cannot now remember what it is,
- And I would get away from it. Give me your help.
- But why are not my pupils here to help me?
- Go, call my pupils, for I need their help.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now, and I will send for them,
- For I have a great room that's full of beds
- I can make ready, and there is a smooth lawn
- Where they can play at hurley and sing poems
- Under an apple-tree.
-
- _Seanchan._ I know that place,
- An apple tree and a smooth level lawn,
- Where the young men can sway their hurley sticks.
-
- _Sings._
-
- The four rivers that run there,
- Through well-mown level ground,
- Have come out of a blessed well
- That is all bound and wound
- By the great roots of an apple,
- And all fowls of the air
- Have gathered in the wide branches
- And keep singing there.
-
- [_FEDELM, troubled, has covered her eyes with her hands._
-
- _Fedelm._ No, there are not four rivers, and those rhymes
- Praise Adam's Paradise.
-
- _Seanchan._ I can remember now.
- It's out of a poem I made long ago
- About the garden in the east of the world,
- And how spirits in the images of birds
- Crowd in the branches of old Adam's crab-tree;
- They come before me now and dig in the fruit
- With so much gluttony, and are so drunk
- With that harsh, wholesome savour that their feathers
- Are clinging one to another with the juice.
- But you would take me to some friendly place,
- And I would go there quickly.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me.
-
- [_She helps him to rise. He walks slowly, supported by her till he
- comes to the table at R._
-
- _Seanchan._ But why am I so weak? Have I been ill?
- Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak?
-
- [_He sinks on to the seat._
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll dip this piece of bread into the wine,
- For that will make you stronger for the journey.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, give me bread and wine, that's what I want,
- For it is hunger that is gnawing me.
-
- [_He takes bread from FEDELM, hesitates, and then thrusts it back
- into her hand._
-
- But no, I must not eat it.
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat, Seanchan,
- For if you do not eat it you will die.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why did you give me food?
- Why did you come?
- For had I not enough to fight against
- Without your coming?
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat this little crust,
- Seanchan, if you have any love for me.
-
- _Seanchan._ I must not eat it: but that's beyond your wit;
- Child, child, I must not eat it though I die.
-
- _Fedelm._ You do not know what love is, for if you loved
- You would put every other thought away
- But you have never loved me.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by the wrist._] You, a child,
- Who have but seen a man out of the window,
- Tell me that I know nothing about love,
- And that I do not love you. Did I not say
- There was a frenzy in the light of the stars
- All through the livelong night, and that the night
- Was full of marriages? But that fight's over.
- And all that's done with, and I have to die.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Throwing her arms about him._]
- I will not be put from you, although I think
- I had not grudged it you if some great lady,
- If the King's daughter, had set out your bed.
- I will not give you up to death; no, no,
- And are not these white arms and this soft neck
- Better than the brown earth?
-
- _Seanchan._ I swear an oath
- Upon the holy tree that I'll not eat
- Until the King restore the right of the poets.
- O Sun and Moon, and all things that have strength,
- Become my strength that I may put a curse
- On all things that would have me break this oath.
-
- [_FEDELM has sunk down on the ground while he says this, and
- crouches at his feet._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan, do not curse me; from this out
- I will obey like any married wife.
- Let me but lie before your feet.
-
- _Seanchan._ Come nearer.
-
- [_He kisses her._
-
- If I had eaten when you bid me, sweetheart,
- The kiss of multitudes in times to come
- Had been the poorer.
-
- _King._ [_Entering from house._] Has he eaten yet?
-
- _Fedelm._ No, King, and will not till you have restored
- The right of the poets.
-
- _King._ [_Coming down and standing before SEANCHAN._]
- Seanchan, you have refused
- Everybody that I have sent, and now
- I come to you myself, and I have come
- To bid you put your pride as far away
- As I have put my pride. I had your love
- Not a great while ago, and now you have planned
- To put a voice by every cottage fire
- And in the night when no one sees who cries
- To cry against me till my throne has crumbled.
- And yet if I give way I must offend
- My courtiers and nobles till they too
- Strike at the crown. What would you have of me?
-
- _Seanchan._ When did the poets promise safety, King?
-
- _King._ Seanchan, I bring you bread in my own hands,
- And bid you eat it because of all these reasons,
- And for this further reason that I love you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN pushes bread away with FEDELM'S hand._
-
- You have refused it, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ We have refused it.
-
- _King._ I have been patient though I am a king,
- And have the means to force you--but that's ended,
- And I am but a king and you a subject.
-
- [_He goes up steps._
-
- Nobles and courtiers, bring the poets hither
- For you can have your way: I that was man
- With a man's heart am now all king again,
- Remembering that the seed I come of, although
- A hundred kings have sown it and re-sown it,
- Has neither trembled nor shrunk backward yet
- Because of the hard business of a king.
-
- [_PRINCESSES, LADIES, and COURTIERS have come in with
- PUPILS, who have halters round their necks._
-
- Speak to your master, beg your life of him,
- Show him the halters that are round your necks;
- If his heart's set upon it he may die,
- But you shall all die with him; beg your lives;
- Begin, for you have little time to lose;
- Begin it you that are the oldest pupil.
-
- _Senias._ [_Going up to SEANCHAN._]
- Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- _King._ Silence, you are as crazy as your master.
- But that young boy that seems the youngest of you,
- I'd have him speak. Kneel down before him, boy,
- Hold up your hands to him that he may pluck
- That milky coloured neck out of the noose.
-
- _Arias._ Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- [_All the PUPILS turn towards the KING, holding out the ends of
- their halters._
-
- _Senias._ Gather the halters up into your hands
- And lead us where you will, for in all things
- But in our art we are obedient.
-
- [_The KING comes slowly down the steps._
-
- _King._ [_Kneeling down before SEANCHAN._]
- Kneel down, kneel down, he has the greater power.
- I give my crown to you.
-
- [_All kneel except SEANCHAN, FEDELM and PUPILS. SEANCHAN rises
- slowly, supported by one of the PUPILS and by FEDELM._
-
- _Seanchan._ O crown, O crown,
- It is but right if hands that made the crown
- In the old time should give it when they will.
- O silver trumpets be you lifted up
-
- [_He lays the crown on the KING'S head._
-
- And cry to the great race that is to come.
- Long-throated swans among the waves of time
- Sing loudly, for beyond the wall of the world
- It waits and it may hear and come to us.
-
- [_Some of the PUPILS blow a blast upon their horns._
-
-
-CURTAIN.
-
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-
-
-ON BAILE'S STRAND.
-
-
- CUCHULLAIN, the King of Muirthemne.
- CONCOBAR, the High King of Ullad.
- DAIRE, a King.
- FINTAIN, a blind man.
- BARACH, a fool.
- A Young Man.
- Young Kings and Old Kings.
-
-
- SCENE: _A great hall by the sea close to Dundalgan. There are two
- great chairs on either side of the hall, each raised a little from
- the ground, and on the back of the one chair is carved and painted a
- woman with a fish's tail, and on the back of the other a hound.
- There are smaller chairs and benches raised in tiers round the
- walls. There is a great ale vat at one side near a small door, and a
- large door at the back through which one can see the sea. BARACH, a
- tall thin man with long ragged hair, dressed in skins, comes in at
- the side door. He is leading FINTAIN, a fat blind man, who is
- somewhat older._
-
-_Barach._ I will shut the door, for this wind out of the sea gets into
-my bones, and if I leave but an inch for the wind there is one like a
-flake of sea-frost that might come into the house.
-
-_Fintain._ What is his name, fool?
-
-_Barach._ It's a woman from among the Riders of the Sidhe. It's Boann
-herself from the river. She has left the Dagda's bed, and gone through
-the salt of the sea and up here to the strand of Baile, and all for love
-of me. Let her keep her husband's bed, for she'll have none of me.
-Nobody knows how lecherous these goddesses are. I see her in every kind
-of shape but oftener than not she's in the wind and cries "give a kiss
-and put your arms about me." But no, she'll have no more of me.
-Yesterday when I put out my lips to kiss her, there was nothing there
-but the wind. She's bad, Fintain. O, she's bad. I had better shut the
-big door too.
-
- [_He is going towards the big door but turns hearing FINTAIN'S
- voice._
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who has been feeling about with his stick._] What's this
-and this?
-
-_Barach._ They are chairs.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ Why, that's a bench.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ A big chair.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Feeling the back of the chair._] There is a sea-woman
-carved upon it.
-
-_Barach._ And there is another big chair on the other side of the hall.
-
-_Fintain._ Lead me to it. [_He mutters while the fool is leading him._]
-That is what the High King Concobar has on his shield. The High King
-will be coming. They have brought out his chair. [_He begins feeling the
-back of the other chair._] And there is a dog's head on this. They have
-brought out our master's chair. Now I know what the horse-boys were
-talking about. We must not stay here. The Kings are going to meet here.
-Now that Concobar and our master, that is his chief man, have put down
-all the enemies of Ullad, they are going to build up Emain again. They
-are going to talk over their plans for building it. Were you ever in
-Concobar's town before it was burnt? O, he is a great King, for though
-Emain was burnt down, every war had made him richer. He has gold and
-silver dishes, and chessboards and candlesticks made of precious stones.
-Fool, have they taken the top from the ale vat?
-
-_Barach._ They have.
-
-_Fintain._ Then bring me a horn of ale quickly, for the Kings will be
-here in a minute. Now I can listen. Tell me what you saw this morning?
-
-_Barach._ About the young man and the fighting?
-
-_Fintain._ Yes.
-
-_Barach._ And after that we can go and eat the fowl, for I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Time enough, time enough. You're in as great a hurry as when
-you brought me to Aine's Seat, where the mad dogs gather when the moon's
-at the full. Go on with your story.
-
-_Barach._ I was creeping under a ditch, with the fowl in my leather bag,
-keeping to the shore where the farmer could not see me, when I came upon
-a ship drawn up upon the sands, a great red ship with a woman's head
-upon it.
-
-_Fintain._ A ship out of Aoife's country. They have all a woman's head
-on the bow.
-
-_Barach._ There was a young man with a pale face and red hair standing
-beside it. Some of our people came up whose turn it was to guard the
-shore. I heard them ask the young man his name. He said he was under
-bonds not to tell it. Then words came between them, and they fought,
-and the young man killed half of them, and the others ran away.
-
-_Fintain._ It matters nothing to us, but he has come at last.
-
-_Barach._ Who has come?
-
-_Fintain._ I know who that young man is. There is not another like him
-in the world. I saw him when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ You saw him?
-
-_Fintain._ I used to be in Aoife's country when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ That was before you went on shipboard and were blinded for
-putting a curse on the wind?
-
-_Fintain._ Queen Aoife had a son that was red haired and pale faced like
-herself, and everyone said that he would kill Cuchullain some day, but I
-would not have that spoken of.
-
-_Barach._ Nobody could do that. Who was his father?
-
-_Fintain._ Nobody but Aoife knew that, not even he himself.
-
-_Barach._ Not even he himself! Was Aoife a goddess and lecherous?
-
-_Fintain._ I overheard her telling that she never had but one lover, and
-that he was the only man who overcame her in battle. There were some who
-thought him one of the Riders of the Sidhe, because the child was great
-of limb and strong beyond others. The child was begotten over the
-mountains; but come nearer and I will tell you something.
-
-_Barach._ You have thought something?
-
-_Fintain._ When I hear the young girls talking about the colour of
-Cuchullain's eyes, and how they have seven colours, I have thought about
-it. That young man has Aoife's face and hair, but he has Cuchullain's
-eyes.
-
-_Barach._ How can he have Cuchullain's eyes?
-
-_Fintain._ He is Cuchullain's son.
-
-_Barach._ And his mother has sent him hither to fight his father.
-
-_Fintain._ It is all quite plain. Cuchullain went into Aoife's country
-when he was a young man that he might learn skill in arms, and there he
-became Aoife's lover.
-
-_Barach._ And now she hates him because he went away, and has sent the
-son to kill the father. I knew she was a goddess.
-
-_Fintain._ And she never told him who his father was, that he might do
-it. I have thought it all out, fool. I know a great many things because
-I listen when nobody is noticing and I keep my wits awake. What ails you
-now?
-
-_Barach._ I have remembered that I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Well, forget it again, and I will tell you about Aoife's
-country. It is full of wonders. There are a great many Queens there who
-can change themselves into wolves and into swine and into white hares,
-and when they are in their own shapes they are stronger than almost any
-man; and there are young men there who have cat's eyes and if a bird
-chirrup or a mouse squeak they cannot keep them shut, even though it is
-bedtime and they sleepy; and listen, for this is a great wonder, a very
-great wonder: there is a long narrow bridge, and when anybody goes to
-cross it, that the Queens do not like, it flies up as this bench would
-if you were to sit on the end of it. Everybody who goes there to learn
-skill in arms has to cross it. It was in that country too that
-Cuchullain got his spear made out of dragon bones. There were two
-dragons fighting in the foam of the sea, and their grandam was the moon,
-and nine Queens came along the shore.
-
-_Barach._ I won't listen to your story.
-
-_Fintain._ It is a very wonderful story. Wait till you hear what the
-nine Queens did. Their right hands were all made of silver.
-
-_Barach._ No, I will have my dinner first. You have eaten the fowl I
-left in front of the fire. The last time you sent me to steal something
-you made me forget all about it till you had eaten it up.
-
-_Fintain._ No, there is plenty for us both.
-
-_Barach._ Come with me where it is.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led towards the door at the back by BARACH._]
-O, it is all right, it is in a safe place.
-
-_Barach._ It is a fine fowl. It was the biggest in the yard.
-
-_Fintain._ It had a good smell, but I hope that the wild dogs have not
-smelt it. [_Voices are heard outside the door at the side._] Here is our
-master. Let us stay and talk with him. Perhaps Cuchullain will give you
-a new cap with a feather. He told me that he would give you a new cap
-with a feather, a feather with an eye that looks at you, a peacock's
-feather.
-
-_Barach._ No, no.
-
- [_He begins pulling FINTAIN towards the door._
-
-_Fintain._ If you do not get it now, you may never get it, for the
-young man may kill him.
-
-_Barach._ No, no, I am hungry. What a head you have, blind man! Who but
-you would have remembered that the hen-wife slept for a little at noon
-every day!
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led along very slowly and unwillingly._] Yes,
-I have a good head. The fowl should be done just right, but one never
-knows when a wild dog may come out of the woods.
-
- [_They go out through the big door at the back. As they go out
- CUCHULLAIN and certain YOUNG KINGS come in at the side door.
- CUCHULLAIN, though still young, is a good deal older than the
- others. They are all very gaily dressed, and have their hair
- fastened with balls of gold. The young men crowd about CUCHULLAIN
- with wondering attention._
-
- _First Young King._ You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark
- Time after time, but yet you are not weary.
-
- _Second Young King._ He has slept on the bare ground of Fuad's Hill
- This week past, waiting for the bulls and the deer.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, why should I be weary?
-
- _First Young King._ It is certain
- His father was the god who wheels the sun,
- And not King Sualtam.
-
- _Third Young King._ [_To a YOUNG KING who is beside him._]
- He came in the dawn,
- And folded Dectara in a sudden fire.
-
- _Fourth Young King._ And yet the mother's half might well grow weary,
- And it new come from labours over sea.
-
- _Third Young King._ He has been on islands walled about with silver,
- And fought with giants.
-
- [_They gather about the ale vat and begin to drink._
-
- _Cuchullain._ Who was it that went out?
-
- _Third Young King._ As we came in?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes.
-
- _Third Young King._ Barach and blind Fintain.
-
- _Cuchullain._ They always flock together; the blind man
- Has need of the fool's eyesight and strong body,
- While the poor fool has need of the other's wit,
- And night and day is up to his ears in mischief
- That the blind man imagines. There's no hen-yard
- But clucks and cackles when he passes by
- As if he'd been a fox. If I'd that ball
- That's in your hair and the big stone again,
- I'd keep them tossing, though the one is heavy
- And the other light in the hand. A trick I learnt
- When I was learning arms in Aoife's country.
-
- _First Young King._ What kind of woman was that Aoife?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Comely.
-
- _First Young King._ But I have heard that she was never married,
- And yet that's natural, for I have never known
- A fighting woman, but made her favours cheap,
- Or mocked at love till she grew sandy dry.
-
- _Cuchullain._ What manner of woman do you like the best?
- A gentle or a fierce?
-
- _First Young King._ A gentle, surely.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I think that a fierce woman's better, a woman
- That breaks away when you have thought her won,
- For I'd be fed and hungry at one time.
- I think that all deep passion is but a kiss
- In the mid battle, and a difficult peace
- 'Twixt oil and water, candles and dark night,
- Hill-side and hollow, the hot-footed sun,
- And the cold sliding slippery-footed moon,
- A brief forgiveness between opposites
- That have been hatreds for three times the age
- Of this long 'stablished ground. Here's Concobar;
- So I'll be done, but keep beside me still,
- For while he talks of hammered bronze and asks
- What wood is best for building, we can talk
- Of a fierce woman.
-
- [_CONCOBAR, a man much older than CUCHULLAIN, has come in through
- the great door at the back. He has many KINGS about him. One of
- these KINGS, DAIRE, a stout old man, is somewhat drunk._
-
- _Concobar._ [_To one of those about him._] Has the ship gone yet?
- We have need of more bronze workers, and that ship
- I sent to Africa for gold is late.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I knew their talk.
-
- _Concobar._ [_Seeing CUCHULLAIN._] You are before us, King.
-
- _Cuchullain._ So much the better, for I welcome you
- Into my Muirthemne.
-
- _Concobar._ But who are these?
- The odour from their garments when they stir
- Is like a wind out of an apple garden.
-
- _Cuchullain._ My swordsmen and harp players and fine dancers,
- My bosom friends.
-
- _Concobar._ I should have thought, Cuchullain,
- My graver company would better match
- Your greatness and your years; but I waste breath
- In harping on that tale.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You do, great King.
- Because their youth is the kind wandering wave
- That carries me about the world; and if it sank,
- My sword would lose its lightness.
-
- _Concobar._ Yet, Cuchullain,
- Emain should be the foremost town of the world.
-
- _Cuchullain._ It is the foremost town.
-
- _Concobar._ No, no, it's not.
- Nothing but men can make towns great, and he,
- The one over-topping man that's in the world,
- Keeps far away.
-
- _Daire._ He will not hear you, King,
- And we old men had best keep company
- With one another. I'll fill the horn for you.
-
- _Concobar._ I will not drink, old fool. You have drunk a horn
- At every door we came to.
-
- _Daire._ You'd better drink,
- For old men light upon their youth again
- In the brown ale. When I have drunk enough,
- I am like Cuchullain as one pea another,
- And live like a bird's flight from tree to tree.
-
- _Concobar._ We'll to our chairs for we have much to talk of,
- And we have Ullad and Muirthemne, and here
- Is Conall Muirthemne in the nick of time.
-
- [_He goes to the back of stage to welcome a company of KINGS who
- come in through the great door. The other KINGS gradually get into
- their places. CUCHULLAIN sits in his great chair with certain of the
- young men standing around him. Others of the young men, however,
- remain with DAIRE at the ale vat. DAIRE holds out the horn of ale to
- one or two of the older KINGS as they pass him going to their
- places. They pass him by, most of them silently refusing._
-
- _Daire._ Will you not drink?
-
- _An Old King._ Not till the council's over.
-
- _A Young King._ But I'll drink, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ Fill me a horn too, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ If I'd drunk half that you have drunk to-day,
- I'd be upon all fours.
-
- _Daire._ That would be natural
- When Mother Earth had given you this good milk
- From her great breasts.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_To one of the YOUNG KINGS beside him._]
- One is content awhile
- With a soft warm woman who folds up our lives
- In silky network. Then, one knows not why,
- But one's away after a flinty heart.
-
- _The Young King._ How long can the net keep us?
-
- _Cuchullain._ All our lives
- If there are children, and a dozen moons
- If there are none, because a growing child
- Has so much need of watching it can make
- A passion that's as changeable as the sea
- Change till it holds the wide earth to its heart.
- At least I have heard a father say it, but I
- Being childless do not know it. Come nearer yet;
- Though he is ringing that old silver rod
- We'll have our own talk out. They cannot hear us.
-
- [_CONCOBAR who is now seated in his great chair, opposite
- CUCHULLAIN, beats upon the pillar of the house that is nearest to
- him with a rod of silver, till the KINGS have become silent.
- CUCHULLAIN alone continues to talk in a low voice to those about
- him, but not so loud as to disturb the silence. CONCOBAR rises and
- speaks standing._
-
- _Concobar._ I have called you hither, Kings of Ullad, and Kings
- Of Muirthemne and Connall Muirthemne,
- And tributary Kings, for now there is peace--
- It's time to build up Emain that was burned
- At the outsetting of these wars; for we,
- Being the foremost men, should have high chairs
- And be much stared at and wondered at, and speak
- Out of more laughing overflowing hearts
- Than common men. It is the art of kings
- To make what's noble nobler in men's eyes
- By wide uplifted roofs, where beaten gold,
- That's ruddy with desire, marries pale silver
- Among the shadowing beams; and many a time
- I would have called you hither to this work,
- But always, when I'd all but summoned you,
- Some war or some rebellion would break out.
-
- _Daire._ Where's Maine Morgor and old Usnach's children,
- And that high-headed even-walking Queen,
- And many near as great that got their death
- Because you hated peace? I can remember
- The people crying out when Deirdre passed
- And Maine Morgor had a cold gray eye.
- Well, well, I'll throw this heel-tap on the ground,
- For it may be they are thirsty.
-
- _A King._ Be silent, fool.
-
- _Another King._ Be silent, Daire.
-
- _Concobar._ Let him speak his mind.
- I have no need to be afraid of ghosts,
- For I have made but necessary wars.
- I warred to strengthen Emain, or because
- When wars are out they marry and beget
- And have their generations like mankind
- And there's no help for it; but I'm well content
- That they have ended and left the town so great,
- That its mere name shall be in times to come
- Like a great ale vat where the men of the world
- Shall drink no common ale but the hard will,
- The unquenchable hope, the friendliness of the sword.
-
- [_He takes thin boards on which plans have been carved by those
- about him._
-
- Give me the building plans, and have you written
- That we--Cuchullain is looking in his shield;
- It may be the pale riders of the wind
- Throw pictures on it, or that Mananan,
- His father's friend and sometime fosterer,
- Foreknower of all things, has cast a vision,
- Out of the cold dark of the rich sea,
- Foretelling Emain's greatness.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, great King,
- I looked on this out of mere idleness,
- Imagining a far-off country and one
- That held it with a sword, although a woman.
-
- _Concobar._ A woman needs but laugh, or a friend sigh,
- And you're afar off sounding through the world,
- While I plan Emain's greatness.
-
- [_The sound of a trumpet without._
-
- Open the doors!
- I hear a herald's trumpet, and await,
- It may be, the heavy fleeces of the sea
- And golden and silver apples or ancient crowns
- Long hidden in the well at the World's End,
- Or glittering garments of the salmon, tributes
- From the Great Plain, or the high people of Sorcha,
- Or the walled garden in the east of the world.
-
- [_The great door at the back is flung open; a YOUNG MAN, who is
- fully armed and carries a shield with a woman's head painted on it,
- stands upon the threshold. Behind him are trumpeters. He walks into
- the centre of the hall, the trumpeting ceases._
-
- What is your message?
-
- _Young Man._ I am of Aoife's army.
-
- _First King._ Queen Aoife and her army have fallen upon us.
-
- _Second King._ Out swords! Out swords!
-
- _Third King._ They are about the house.
-
- _Fourth King._ Rush out! Rush out! Before they have fired the thatch.
-
- _Young Man._ Aoife is far away. I am alone.
- I have come alone in the midst of you
- To weigh this sword against Cuchullain's sword.
-
- [_There is a murmur amongst the KINGS._
-
- _Concobar._ And are you noble? for if of common seed
- You cannot weigh your sword against his sword
- But in mixed battle.
-
- _Young Man._ I am under bonds
- To tell my name to no man, but it's noble.
-
- _Concobar._ But I would know your name and not your bonds.
- You cannot speak in the Assembly House
- If you are not noble.
-
- _A King._ Answer the High King.
-
- _Young Man._ [_Drawing his sword._]
- I will give no other proof than the hawk gives
- That it's no sparrow.
-
- [_He is silent a moment, then speaks to all._
-
- Yet look upon me, Kings;
- I too am of that ancient seed and carry
- The signs about this body and in these bones.
-
- _Cuchullain._ To have shown the hawk's gray feather is enough,
- And you speak highly too.
-
- [_CUCHULLAIN comes down from his great chair. He remains standing on
- the steps of the chair. The YOUNG KINGS gather about him and begin
- to arm him._
-
- Give me that helmet!
- I'd thought they had grown weary sending champions.
- That leathern coat will do. The High King there
- Being old in wisdom can think of times to come,
- But the hawk's sleepy till its well-beloved
- Cries out amid the acorns, or it has seen
- Its enemy like a speck upon the sun.
- What's Emain to the hawk when that clear eye
- Is burning nearer up in the high air?
- That buckle should be tighter. Give me your shield.
- There is good level ground at Baile's Yew-tree,
- Some dozen yards from here, and it's but truth
- That I am sad to-day and this fight welcome.
-
- [_He looks hard at the YOUNG MAN, and then steps down on the floor
- of the Assembly House. He grasps the YOUNG MAN by the shoulder._
-
- Hither into the light.
-
- [_Turning to one of the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- The very tint
- Of her that I was speaking of but now:
- Not a pin's difference.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- You are from the North,
- Where there are many that have that tint of hair,
- Red-brown, the light red-brown. Come nearer, boy!
- For I would have another look at you.
- There's more likeness, a pale, a stone pale cheek.
- What brought you, boy? Have you no fear of death?
-
- _Young Man._ Whether I live or die is in the Gods' hands.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That is all words, all words, a young man's talk;
- I am their plough, their harrow, their very strength,
- For he that's in the sun begot this body
- Upon a mortal woman, and I have heard tell
- It seemed as if he had outrun the moon,
- That he must always follow through waste heaven,
- He loved so happily. He'll be but slow
- To break a tree that was so sweetly planted.
- Let's see that arm; I'll see it if I like.
- That arm had a good father and a good mother,
- But it is not like this.
-
- _Young Man._ You are mocking me.
- You think I am not worthy to be fought,
- But I'll not wrangle but with this talkative knife.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Put up your sword, I am not mocking you.
- I'd have you for my friend, but if it's not
- Because you have a hot heart and a cold eye
- I cannot tell the reason. You've got her fierceness,
- And nobody is as fierce as those pale women.
-
- [_To the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- We'll keep him here in Muirthemne awhile.
-
- _A Young King._ You are the leader of our pack and therefore
- May cry what you will.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You'll stop with us
- And we will hunt the deer and the wild bulls,
- And, when we have grown weary, light our fires
- In sandy places where the wool-white foam
- Is murmuring and breaking, and it may be
- That long-haired women will come out of the dunes
- To dance in the yellow fire-light. You hang your head,
- Young man, as if it was not a good life;
- And yet what's better than to hurl the spear,
- And hear the long-remembering harp, and dance?
- Friendship grows quicker in the murmuring dark;
- But I can see there's no more need for words
- And that you'll be my friend now.
-
- _First Old King._ Concobar,
- Forbid their friendship, for it will get twisted
- To a reproach against us.
-
- _Concobar._ Until now
- I'd never need to cry Cuchullain on
- And would not now.
-
- _First Old King._ They'll say his manhood's quenched.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts, but I'll have something too,
- An arm-ring or the like, and if you will
- We'll fight it out when you are older, boy.
-
- _An Old King._ Aoife will make some story out of this.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, well, what matter, I'll have that arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Young Man._ There is no man I'd sooner have my friend
- Than you whose name has gone about the world
- As if it had been the wind, but Aoife'd say
- I had turned coward.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts
- That Aoife'll know and all her people know
- To have been my gifts. Mananan, son of the sea,
- Gave me this heavy embroidered cloak. Nine Queens
- Of the Land-under-Wave had woven it
- Out of the fleeces of the sea. O! tell her
- I was afraid, or tell her what you will.
- No! tell her that I heard a raven croak
- On the north side of the house and was afraid.
-
- _An Old King._ Some witch of the air has troubled Cuchullain's mind.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No witchcraft, his head is like a woman's head
- I had a fancy for.
-
- _Second Old King._ A witch of the air
- Can make a leaf confound us with memories.
- They have gone to school to learn the trick of it.
-
- _Cuchullain._ But there's no trick in this. That arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Third Old King._ He shall not go unfought, I'll fight with him.
-
- _Fourth Old King._ No! I will fight with him.
-
- _First Old King._ I claim the fight,
- For when we sent an army to her land----
-
- _Second Old King._ I claim the fight, for one of Aoife's galleys
- Stole my great cauldron and a herd of pigs.
-
- _Third Old King._ No, no, I claim it, for at Lammas' time----
-
- _Cuchullain._ Back! Back! Put up your swords! Put up your swords!
- There's none alive that shall accept a challenge
- I have refused. Laegaire, put up your sword.
-
- _Young Man._ No, let them come, let any three together.
- If they've a mind to, I'll try it out with four.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That's spoken as I'd spoken it at your age,
- But you are in my house. Whatever man
- Would fight with you shall fight it out with me.
- They're dumb. They're dumb. How many of you would meet
-
- [_Drawing his sword._
-
- This mutterer, this old whistler, this sandpiper,
- This edge that's grayer than the tide, this mouse
- That's gnawing at the timbers of the world,
- This, this--Boy, I would meet them all in arms
- If I'd a son like you. He would avenge me
- When I have withstood for the last time the men
- Whose fathers, brothers, sons, and friends I have killed
- Upholding Ullad; when the four provinces
- Have gathered with the ravens over them.
- But I'd need no avenger. You and I
- Would scatter them like water from a dish.
-
- _Young Man._ We'll stand by one another from this out.
- Here is the ring.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, turn and turn about,
- But my turn is first, because I am the older.
- Cliodna embroidered these bird wings, but Fand
- Made all these little golden eyes with the hairs
- That she had stolen out of Aengus' beard,
- And therefore none that has this cloak about him
- Is crossed in love. The heavy inlaid brooch
- That Buan hammered has a merit too.
-
- [_He begins spreading the cloak out on a bench, showing it to the
- YOUNG MAN. Suddenly CONCOBAR beats with his silver rod on a pillar
- beside his chair. All turn towards him._
-
- _Concobar._ [_In a loud voice._]
- No more of that, I will not have this friendship.
- Cuchullain is my man and I forbid it;
- He shall not go unfought for I myself----
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Seizing CONCOBAR._]
- You shall not stir, High King, I'll hold you there.
-
- _Concobar._ Witchcraft has maddened you.
-
- _The Kings._ [_Shouting._] Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft.
-
- _A King._ You saw another's head upon his shoulders
- All of a sudden, a woman's head, Cuchullain.
- Then raised your hand against the King of Ullad.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Letting CONCOBAR go, and looking wildly about him._]
- Yes, yes, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.
-
- _Daire._ Why, there's no witchcraft in it, I myself
- Have made a hundred of these sudden friendships
- And fought it out next day. But that was folly,
- For now that I am old I know it is best
- To live in comfort.
-
- _A King._ Pull the fool away!
-
- _Daire._ I'll throw a heel-tap to the one that dies.
-
- _Concobar._ Some witch is floating in the air above us.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft and the power of witchcraft.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- Why did you do it? was it Calatin's daughters?
- Out, out, I say, for now it's sword on sword.
-
- _Young Man._ But, but, I did not.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Out, I say, out, out!
- Sword upon sword.
-
- [_He goes towards the door at back, followed by YOUNG MAN. He
- turns on the threshold and cries out, looking at the YOUNG MAN._
-
- That hair my hands were drowned in!
-
- [_He goes out, followed by YOUNG MAN. The other KINGS begin to
- follow them out._
-
- _A King._ I saw him fight with Ferdiad.
-
- _Second King._ We'll be too late,
- They're such a long time getting through the door.
-
- _Third King._ Run quicker, quicker.
-
- _Daire._ I was at the Smith's
- When he that was the boy Setanta then----
-
- [_Sound, of fighting outside._
-
- _Third King._ He will have killed him.
- They have begun the fight!
-
- [_They all go out, leaving the house silent and empty. There is a
- pause during which one hears the clashing of the swords. BARACH and
- FINTAIN come in from side door. BARACH is dragging FINTAIN._
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have eaten it, you have left me nothing
-but the bones.
-
-_Fintain._ O, that I should have to endure such a plague. O, I ache all
-over. O, I am pulled in pieces. This is the way you pay me for all the
-good I have done you!
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have told me lies about a wild dog.
-Nobody has seen a wild dog about the place this twelve month. Lie there
-till the Kings come. O, I will tell Concobar and Cuchullain and all the
-Kings about you!
-
-_Fintain._ What would have happened to you but for me, and you without
-your wits? If I did not take care of you what would you do for food and
-warmth?
-
-_Barach._ You take care of me? You stay safe and send me into every kind
-of danger. You sent me down the cliff for gull's eggs while you warmed
-your blind eyes in the sun. And then you ate all that were good for
-food. You left me the eggs that were neither egg nor bird. [_The blind
-man tries to rise. BARACH makes him lie down again._] Keep quiet now
-till I shut the door. There is some noise outside. There are swords
-crossing; a high vexing noise so that I can't be listening to myself.
-[_He goes to the big door at the back and shuts it._] Why can't they be
-quiet, why can't they be quiet! Ah, you would get away, would you? [_He
-follows the blind man who has been crawling along the wall and makes him
-lie down close to the KING'S chair._] Lie there, lie there. No, you
-won't get away. Lie there till the Kings come, I'll tell them all about
-you. I shall tell it all. How you sit warming yourself, when you have
-made me light a fire of sticks, while I sit blowing it with my mouth. Do
-you not always make me take the windy side of the bush when it blows and
-the rainy side when it rains?
-
-_Fintain._ O good fool, listen to me. Think of the care I have taken of
-you. I have brought you to many a warm hearth, where there was a good
-welcome for you, but you would not stay there, you were always wandering
-about.
-
-_Barach._ The last time you brought me in, it was not I who wandered
-away, but you that got put out because you took the crubeen out of the
-pot, when you thought nobody was looking. Keep quiet now, keep quiet
-till I shut the door. Here is Cuchullain, now you will be beaten. I am
-going to tell him everything.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_Comes in and says to the fool._] Give me that horn.
-
- [_The fool gives him a horn which CUCHULLAIN fills with ale and
- drinks._
-
-_Fintain._ Do not listen to him, listen to me.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What are you wrangling over?
-
-_Barach._ He is fat and good for nothing. He has left me the bones and
-the feathers.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What feathers?
-
-_Barach._ I left him turning a fowl at the fire. He ate it all. He left
-me nothing but the bones and feathers.
-
-_Fintain._ Do not believe him. You do not know how vain this fool is. I
-gave him the feathers, because I thought he would like nothing so well.
-
- [_BARACH is sitting on a bench playing with a heap of feathers,
- which he has taken out of the breast of his coat._
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top----
-
-_Fintain._ Where would he be but for me? I must be always thinking,
-thinking to get food for the two of us, and when we've got it, if the
-moon's at the full or the tide on the turn, he'll leave the rabbit in
-its snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip through his
-hands back into the water.
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top,
- Then was I an eagle cock;
- Now that you are a withered old block,
- Still am I an eagle cock!
-
-_Fintain._ Listen to him now! That's the sort of talk I have to put up
-with, day out day in.
-
- [_The fool is putting the feathers into his hair. CUCHULLAIN takes a
- handful of feathers out of the heap and out of the fool's hair, and
- begins to wipe the blood from his sword with them._
-
-_Barach._ He has taken my feathers to wipe his sword. It is blood that
-he is wiping from his sword!
-
-_Fintain._ Whose blood? Whose blood?
-
-_Cuchullain._ That young champion's.
-
-_Fintain._ He that came out of Aoife's country?
-
-_Cuchullain._ The Kings are standing round his body.
-
-_Fintain._ Did he fight long?
-
-_Cuchullain._ He thought to have saved himself with witchcraft.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said he would kill you. He came from
-Aoife's country to kill you. That blind man said they had taught him
-every kind of weapon that he might do it. But I always knew that you
-would kill him.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_To the blind man._] You knew him, then?
-
-_Fintain._ I saw him when I had my eyes, in Aoife's country.
-
-_Cuchullain._ You were in Aoife's country?
-
-_Fintain._ I knew him and his mother there.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was about to speak of her when he died.
-
-_Fintain._ He was a Queen's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What Queen, what Queen? [_He seizes the blind man._] Was
-it Scathach? There were many Queens. All the rulers were Queens.
-
-_Fintain._ No, not Scathach.
-
-_Cuchullain._ It was Uathach, then. Speak, speak!
-
-_Fintain._ I cannot speak, you are clutching me too tightly.
-[_CUCHULLAIN lets him go._] I cannot remember who it was. I am not
-certain. It was some Queen.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ She? No, no, she had no son when I was there.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ I had rather he had been some other woman's son. What
-father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman, a proud,
-pale amorous woman.
-
-_Fintain._ None knew whose son he was.
-
-_Cuchullain._ None knew? Did you know, old listener at doors?
-
-_Fintain._ No, no, I knew nothing.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that he heard Aoife boast that she'd never
-but the one lover, and he the only man that had overcome her in battle.
-
- [_A pause._
-
-_Fintain._ Somebody is trembling. Why are you trembling, fool? the bench
-is shaking, why are you trembling? Is Cuchullain going to hurt us? It
-was not I who told you, Cuchullain.
-
-_Barach._ It is Cuchullain who is trembling. He is shaking the bench
-with his knees.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was my son, and I have killed my son.
-
- [_A pause._
-
- 'Twas they that did it, the pale windy people,
- Where, where, where? My sword against the thunder.
- But no, for they have always been my friends;
- And though they love to blow a smoking coal
- Till it's all flame, the wars they blow aflame
- Are full of glory, and heart uplifting pride,
- And not like this; the wars they love awaken
- Old fingers and the sleepy strings of harps.
- Who did it then? Are you afraid; speak out,
- For I have put you under my protection
- And will reward you well. Dubthach the Chafer.
- He had an old grudge. No, for he is with Maeve.
- Laegaire did it. Why do you not speak?
- What is this house? [_A pause._] Now I remember all.
-
- _Fintain._ He will kill us. O, I am afraid!
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Who is before CONCOBAR'S chair._]
- 'Twas you who did it, you who sat up there
- With that old branch of silver, like a magpie
- Nursing a stolen spoon. Magpie, magpie,
- A maggot that is eating up the earth!
-
- [_Begins hacking at the chair with his sword._
-
- No, but a magpie, for he's flown away.
- Where did he fly to?
-
- _Fintain._ He is outside the door.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Outside the door?
-
- _Fintain._ He is under Baile's yew-tree.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Concobar, Concobar, the sword into your heart.
-
- [_He goes out. A pause. The fool goes to the great door at back and
- looks out after him._
-
-_Barach._ He is going up to King Concobar; they are all under the tree.
-No, no, he is standing still. There is a great wave going to break and
-he is looking at it. Ah! now he is running down to the sea, but he is
-holding up his sword as if he were going into a fight. [_A pause._] Well
-struck, well struck!
-
-_Fintain._ What is he doing now?
-
-_Barach._ Oh! he is fighting the waves.
-
-_Fintain._ He sees King Concobar's crown on every one of them.
-
-_Barach._ There, he has struck at a big one. He has struck the crown off
-it, he has made the foam fly. There again another big one.
-
- [_Shouting without._
-
-_Fintain._ Where are the Kings? What are the Kings doing?
-
-_Barach._ They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the
-people are running out of the houses, they are all running.
-
-_Fintain._ You say they are running out of the houses, there will be
-nobody left in the houses. Listen, fool.
-
-_Barach._ There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the
-deep water.
-
-_Fintain._ Come here, fool; come here, I say.
-
-_Barach._ [_Coming towards him but looking backward towards the door._]
-What is it?
-
-_Fintain._ There will be nobody in the houses. Come this way, come
-quickly; the ovens will be full; we will put our hands into the ovens.
-
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-<div class="frontmatter">
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-<div class="center smaller">
-<span class="italic">BY THE SAME AUTHOR.</span>
-<br /><br />
-THE SECRET ROSE.<br />
-THE CELTIC TWILIGHT.<br />
-POEMS.<br />
-THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS.<br />
-THE SHADOWY WATERS.<br />
-IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
-</div>
-
-<hr class="small" />
-
-<!-- p000-2.png/[Page iii] -->
-
-<div class="larger">
-PLAYS FOR AN IRISH THEATRE
-<br />
-VOLUME III.
-</div>
-
-
-<!-- p000-3.png/[Page iv] -->
-<!-- p000-4.png/[Page v] -->
-
-
-<div id="titlepage">
-
-<h1 id="booktitle">
-THE KING’S THRESHOLD:<br />
-<span class="all-small-caps">AND</span> ON BAILE’S STRAND:<br />
-</h1>
-
-<h1 id="subtitle">BEING VOLUME THREE<br />
-OF PLAYS FOR AN IRISH THEATRE:
-</h1>
-
-<h1 id="byline">
-<span class="all-small-caps">BY</span><br />
-W. B. YEATS
-</h1>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="publisher">LONDON: A. H. BULLEN,<br />
-47, GREAT RUSSELL STREET, W.C. 1904</div>
-
-<!-- p000-5.png/[Page vi] -->
-
-<div class="publisher">CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.<br />
-TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.</div>
-
-
-<!-- p000-6.png/Page vii -->
-
-
-<div id="note">
-<a class="pagenum" id="Page_vii" title="vii"></a>
-<h3>NOTE</h3>
-
-<p>
-Both these plays have been written for
-Mr. Fay’s “Irish National Theatre.” “The
-King’s Threshold” was played in October,
-1903, and “On Baile’s Strand” will be
-played in February or March, 1904. Both
-are founded on Old Irish Prose Romances,
-but I have borrowed some ideas for the
-arrangement of my subject in “The King’s
-Threshold” from “Sancan the Bard,” a
-play published by Mr. Edwin Ellis some
-ten years ago.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="sig-right">W. B. Y.</div>
-</div>
-
-<!-- p000-7.png/Page viii -->
-
-<a class="pagenum" id="Page_viii" title="viii"></a>
-
-<h3>CONTENTS</h3>
-
-<ul id="toc">
-<li><span class="small-caps"><a href="#THE_KINGS_THRESHOLD">The King’s Threshold</a></span><br /></li>
-<li><span class="small-caps"><a href="#ON_BAILES_STRAND">On Baile’s Strand</a></span></li>
-</ul>
-
-
-</div><!-- /frontmatter-->
-
-<!-- p001.png/[Page 1] -->
-
-<hr />
-
-
-<h2><a id="THE_KINGS_THRESHOLD"></a>THE KING’S THRESHOLD</h2>
-
-<!-- p002.png/[Page 2] -->
-<!-- p003.png/Page 3 -->
-
-
-
-<h3><a class="pagenum" id="Page_3" title="3"></a>LIST OF CHARACTERS</h3>
-
-<table id="character-table" summary="Characters">
-
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3"><span class="character-major">King Guaire.</span></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3"><span class="character-major">The Chamberlain of King Guaire.</span></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3">A Soldier.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3">A Monk.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3"><span class="character-major">The Mayor of Kinvara.</span></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3">A Cripple.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3">Another Cripple.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left"><span class="character-major">Aileen</span>,</td>
- <td class="xx-large" rowspan="2">}</td> <td rowspan="2">Ladies of the Court.</td></tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left"><span class="character-major">Essa</span>,</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3"><span class="character-major">Princess Buan.</span></td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3"><span class="character-major">Princess Finnhua</span>, her Sister.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3"><span class="character-major">Fedelm</span>, Seanchan’s Sweetheart.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left"><span class="character-major">Cian</span>,</td> <td class="xx-large" rowspan="2">}</td> <td rowspan="2">Servants of Seanchan.</td></tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left"><span class="character-major">Brian</span>,</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left"><span class="character-major">Senias</span>,</td> <td class="xx-large" rowspan="2">}</td> <td rowspan="2">Pupils of Seanchan.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left"><span class="character-major">Arias</span>,</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3"><span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> (pronounced Shanahan), Chief Poet of Ireland.</td>
-</tr>
-<tr>
- <td class="left" colspan="3">Pupils, Courtiers.</td>
-</tr>
-</table>
-
-
-<!-- p004.png/[Page 4] -->
-<!-- p005.png/Page 5 -->
-
-
-
-<h3>A PROLOGUE.<a name="Anchor_1" id="Anchor_1"></a><a title="Go to footnote 1." href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>
-<a class="pagenum" id="Page_5" title="5"></a>
-</h3>
-
-
-<div class="prose">
-
-<p class="scene-description">
-An <span class="character-minor">Old Man</span> with a red dressing-gown, red
-slippers and red nightcap, holding a
-brass candlestick with a guttering candle
-in it, comes on from side of stage and
-goes in front of the dull green curtain.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Old Man.</div>
-<p>
-I’ve got to speak the prologue.
-[<span class="stage-direction">He shuffles on a few steps.</span>] My nephew,
-who is one of the play actors, came to me,
-and I in my bed, and my prayers said, and
-the candle put out, and he told me there
-were so many characters in this new play,
-that all the company were in it, whether
-they had been long or short at the business,<!-- p006.png/Page 6 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_6" title="6"></a>
-and that there wasn’t one left to speak the
-prologue. Wait a bit, there’s a draught
-here. [<span class="stage-direction">He pulls the curtain closer together.</span>]
-That’s better. And that’s why I’m here,
-and maybe I’m a fool for my pains.
-</p>
-
-<p>
-And my nephew said, there are a good
-many plays to be played for you, some to-night
-and some on other nights through
-the winter, and the most of them are simple
-enough, and tell out their story to the end.
-But as to the big play you are to see to-night,
-my nephew taught me to say what
-the poet had taught him to say about it.
-[<span class="stage-direction">Puts down candlestick and puts right finger
-on left thumb.</span>] First, he who told the story
-of Seanchan on King Guaire’s threshold
-long ago in the old books told it wrongly, for
-he was a friend of the king, or maybe afraid
-of the king, and so he put the king in the
-right. But he that tells the story now,
-being a poet, has put the poet in the right.
-</p>
-
-<p>
-And then [<span class="stage-direction">touches other finger</span>] I am to
-say: Some think it would be a finer tale if<!-- p007.png/Page 7 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_7" title="7"></a>
-Seanchan had died at the end of it, and
-the king had the guilt at his door, for that
-might have served the poet’s cause better
-in the end. But that is not true, for if he
-that is in the story but a shadow and an
-image of poetry had not risen up from the
-death that threatened him, the ending would
-not have been true and joyful enough to
-be put into the voices of players and proclaimed
-in the mouths of trumpets, and
-poetry would have been badly served.
-</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He takes up the candlestick again.
-</p>
-
-<p>
-And as to what happened Seanchan after,
-my nephew told me he didn’t know, and
-the poet didn’t know, and it’s likely there’s
-nobody that knows. But my nephew thinks
-he never sat down at the king’s table again,
-after the way he had been treated, but that
-he went to some quiet green place in the
-hills with Fedelm, his sweetheart, where
-the poor people made much of him because
-he was wise, and where he made songs and
-poems, and it’s likely enough he made some<!-- p008.png/Page 8 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_8" title="8"></a>
-of the old songs and the old poems the
-poor people on the hillsides are saying and
-singing to-day.
-</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>A trumpet-blast.
-</p>
-
-<p>
-Well, it’s time for me to be going. That
-trumpet means that the curtain is going to
-rise, and after a while the stage there will
-be filled up with great ladies and great
-gentlemen, and poets, and a king with a
-crown on him, and all of them as high up
-in themselves with the pride of their youth
-and their strength and their fine clothes as
-if there was no such thing in the world as
-cold in the shoulders, and speckled shins,
-and the pains in the bones and the stiffness
-in the joints that make an old man that has
-the whole load of the world on him ready
-for his bed.
-</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He begins to shuffle away, and then
-stops.
-</p>
-
-<p>
-And it would be better for me, that
-nephew of mine to be thinking less of his
-play-acting, and to have remembered to
-boil down the knap-weed with a bit of three-penny<!-- p009.png/Page 9 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_9" title="9"></a>
-sugar, for me to be wetting my throat
-with now and again through the night, and
-drinking a sup to ease the pains in my
-bones.
-</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He goes out at side of stage.
-</p>
-</div>
-
-<!-- p010.png/[Page 10] -->
-<!-- p011.png/Page 11 -->
-
-<h2>
-<a class="pagenum" id="Page_11" title="11"></a>
-THE KING’S THRESHOLD.
-</h2>
-
-<div class="prose">
-<p class="scene-description">
-<span class="sd1">Scene:</span> Steps before the Palace of <span class="character-major">King
-Guaire</span> at Gort. A table in front of
-steps to right with food on it. <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>
-lying on steps to left. <span class="character-minor">Pupils</span> before steps.
-<span class="character-minor">King</span> on top of steps at centre.
-</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="verse">
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I welcome you that have the mastery</div>
-<div class="line">Of the two kinds of music; the one kind</div>
-<div class="line">Being like a woman, the other like a man;</div>
-<div class="line">Both you that understand stringed instruments,</div>
-<div class="line">And how to mingle words and notes together</div>
-<div class="line">So artfully, that all the art is but speech</div>
-<div class="line">Delighted with its own music; and you that carry</div>
-<div class="line">The long twisted horn and understand</div><!-- p012.png/Page 12 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_12" title="12"></a>
-<div class="line">The heady notes that being without words</div>
-<div class="line">Can hurry beyond time and fate and change;</div>
-<div class="line">For the high angels that drive the horse of time,</div>
-<div class="line">The golden one by day, by night the silver,</div>
-<div class="line">Are not more welcome to one that loves the world</div>
-<div class="line">For some fair woman’s sake.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="stanza">
- <div class="line indent-20">I have called you hither</div>
-<div class="line">To save the life of your great master, Seanchan,</div>
-<div class="line">For all day long it has flamed up or flickered</div>
-<div class="line">To the fast-cooling hearth.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">When did he sicken?</div>
-<div class="line">Is it a fever that is wasting him?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He did not sicken, but three days ago</div>
-<div class="line">He said he would not eat, and lay down there</div>
-<div class="line">And has not eaten since. Till yesterday</div>
-<div class="line">I thought that hunger and weakness had been enough,</div><!-- p013.png/Page 13 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_13" title="13"></a>
-<div class="line">But finding them too trifling and too light</div>
-<div class="line">To hold his mouth from biting at the grave</div>
-<div class="line">I called you hither, and have called others yet.</div>
-<div class="line">The girl he is to wed at harvest-time,</div>
-<div class="line">That should be of all living the most dear,</div>
-<div class="line">Is coming from the South, and had I known</div>
-<div class="line">Of any other neighbours or good friends</div>
-<div class="line">That might persuade him, I had brought them hither,</div>
-<div class="line">Even though I’d to ransack the world for them.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What was it put him to this work, High King?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">You will call it no great matter. Three days ago</div>
-<div class="line">I yielded to the outcry of my courtiers,</div>
-<div class="line">Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law,</div>
-<div class="line">Who long had thought it against their dignity</div>
-<div class="line">For a mere man of words to sit among them</div>
-<div class="line">At my own table; and when the meal was spread</div><!-- p014.png/Page 14 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_14" title="14"></a>
-<div class="line">I ordered Seanchan to good company,</div>
-<div class="line">But to a lower table; and when he pleaded</div>
-<div class="line">The poet’s right, established when the world</div>
-<div class="line">Was first established, I said that I was King</div>
-<div class="line">And made and unmade rights at my own pleasure.</div>
-<div class="line">And that it was the men who ruled the world,</div>
-<div class="line">And not the men who sang to it, who should sit</div>
-<div class="line">Where there was the most honour. My courtiers,</div>
-<div class="line">Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law</div>
-<div class="line">Shouted approval, and amid that noise</div>
-<div class="line">Seanchan went out, and from that hour to this,</div>
-<div class="line">Although there is good food and drink beside him,</div>
-<div class="line">Has eaten nothing. If a man is wronged,</div>
-<div class="line">Or thinks that he is wronged, and will lie down</div>
-<div class="line">Upon another’s threshold until he dies,</div>
-<div class="line">The common people for all time to come</div><!-- p015.png/Page 15 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_15" title="15"></a>
-<div class="line">Will raise a heavy cry against that threshold,</div>
-<div class="line">Even though it is the King’s. He lies there now</div>
-<div class="line">Perishing; he is calling against my majesty,</div>
-<div class="line">That old custom that has no meaning in it,</div>
-<div class="line">And as he perishes, my name in the world</div>
-<div class="line">Is perishing also. I cannot give way</div>
-<div class="line">Because I am King, because if I give way</div>
-<div class="line">My nobles would call me a weakling, and it may be</div>
-<div class="line">The very throne be shaken; but should you</div>
-<div class="line">That are his friends speak to him and persuade him</div>
-<div class="line">To turn his mouth from the ill-savouring grave</div>
-<div class="line">And eat good food, he shall not lack my favour;</div>
-<div class="line">For I will give plough-land and grazing-land,</div>
-<div class="line">Or all but anything he has set his heart on.</div>
-<div class="line">It is not all because of my good name</div>
-<div class="line">I’d have him live, for I have found him a man</div><!-- p016.png/Page 16 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_16" title="16"></a>
-<div class="line">That might well hit the fancy of a king</div>
-<div class="line">Banished out of his country, or a woman’s,</div>
-<div class="line">Or any other’s that can judge a man</div>
-<div class="line">For what he is. But I that sit a throne,</div>
-<div class="line">And take my measure from the needs of the state,</div>
-<div class="line">Call his wild thought that over-runs the measure,</div>
-<div class="line">Making words more than deeds, and his proud will</div>
-<div class="line">That would unsettle all, most mischievous,</div>
-<div class="line">And he himself a most mischievous man.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">King, whether you did right or wrong in this</div>
-<div class="line">Let the King say, for all that I need say</div>
-<div class="line">Is that there’s nothing that cries out for death</div>
-<div class="line">In the withholding of that ancient right,</div>
-<div class="line">And that I will persuade him. Your own words</div>
-<div class="line">Had been enough persuasion were it not</div>
-<div class="line">That he is lost in dreams that hunger makes,</div><!-- p017.png/Page 17 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_17" title="17"></a>
-<div class="line">And therefore heedless, or lost in heedless sleep.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I leave him to your love, that it may promise</div>
-<div class="line">Plough-lands and grass-lands, jewels and silken wear,</div>
-<div class="line">Or anything but that old right of the poets.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He goes out. The <span class="character-minor">Pupils</span>, who have been
-standing perfectly quiet, all turn
-towards <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>, and move a
-step nearer.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">The King did wrong to abrogate our right,</div>
-<div class="line">But Seanchan, who talks of dying for it,</div>
-<div class="line">Talks foolishly. Look at us, Seanchan,</div>
-<div class="line">Waken out of your dream and look at us,</div>
-<div class="line">Who have ridden under the moon and all the day,</div>
-<div class="line">Until the moon has all but come again,</div>
-<div class="line">That we might be beside you.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> turns half round leaning on
-his elbow, and speaks as if in a
-dream.
-</p>
-<!-- p018.png/Page 18 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_18" title="18"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">I was but now</div>
-<div class="line">At Almhuin, in a great high-raftered house,</div>
-<div class="line">With Finn and Osgar. Odours of roast flesh</div>
-<div class="line">Rose round me and I saw the roasting spits,</div>
-<div class="line">And then the dream was broken, and I saw</div>
-<div class="line">Grania dividing salmon by a pool,</div>
-<div class="line">And then I was awakened by your voice.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">It is your hunger that makes you dream of flesh</div>
-<div class="line">Roasting, and for your hunger I could weep;</div>
-<div class="line">And yet the hunger of the crane that starves</div>
-<div class="line">Because the moonlight glittering on the pool</div>
-<div class="line">And flinging a pale shadow has made it shy,</div>
-<div class="line">Seems to me little more fantastical</div>
-<div class="line">Than this that’s blown into so great a trouble.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Who has turned away again.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">There is much truth in that, for all things change</div>
-<div class="line">At times, as if the moonlight altered them,</div>
-<div class="line">And my mind alters as if it were the crane’s;</div>
-<div class="line">For when the heavy body has grown weak</div><!-- p019.png/Page 19 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_19" title="19"></a>
-<div class="line">There’s nothing that can tether the wild mind</div>
-<div class="line">That being moonstruck and fantastical</div>
-<div class="line">Goes where it fancies. I had even thought</div>
-<div class="line">I knew your voice and face, but now the words</div>
-<div class="line">Are so unlikely that I needs must ask</div>
-<div class="line">Who is it that bids me put my hunger by?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I am your oldest pupil, Seanchan;</div>
-<div class="line">The one that has been with you many years,</div>
-<div class="line">So many that you said at Candlemas</div>
-<div class="line">That I had almost done with school, and knew</div>
-<div class="line">All but all that poets understand.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">My oldest pupil. No, that cannot be;</div>
-<div class="line">For it is someone of the courtly crowds</div>
-<div class="line">That have been round about me from sunrise</div>
-<div class="line">And I am tricked by dreams, but I’ll refute them.</div>
-<div class="line">I asked the pupil that I loved the best,</div>
-<div class="line">At Candlemas, why poetry is honoured,</div><!-- p020.png/Page 20 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_20" title="20"></a>
-<div class="line">Wishing to know how he’d defend our craft</div>
-<div class="line">In distant lands among strange churlish Kings.</div>
-<div class="line">And he’d an answer.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">I said the poets hung</div>
-<div class="line">Images of the life that was in Eden</div>
-<div class="line">About the childbed of the world, that it,</div>
-<div class="line">Looking upon those images, might bear</div>
-<div class="line">Triumphant children; but why must I stand here</div>
-<div class="line">Repeating an old lesson while you starve?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Tell on, for I begin to know the voice;</div>
-<div class="line">What evil thing will come upon the world</div>
-<div class="line">If the arts perish?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">If the arts should perish</div>
-<div class="line">The world that lacked them would be like a woman</div>
-<div class="line">That looking on the cloven lips of a hare</div>
-<div class="line">Brings forth a hare-lipped child.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">But that’s not all.</div>
-<div class="line">For when I asked you how a man should guard</div><!-- p021.png/Page 21 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_21" title="21"></a>
-<div class="line">Those images you had an answer also,</div>
-<div class="line">If you’re the man that you have claimed to be,</div>
-<div class="line">Comparing them to venerable things</div>
-<div class="line">God gave to men before he gave them wheat.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I answered, and the word was half your own,</div>
-<div class="line">That he should guard them, as the men of Dea</div>
-<div class="line">Guard their four treasures, as the Grail King guards</div>
-<div class="line">His holy cup, or the pale righteous horse</div>
-<div class="line">The jewel that is underneath his horn,</div>
-<div class="line">Pouring out life for it, as one pours out</div>
-<div class="line">Sweet heady wine—but now I understand</div>
-<div class="line">You would refute me out of my own mouth;</div>
-<div class="line">And yet a place at table near the King</div>
-<div class="line">Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="line">How does so light a thing touch poetry?</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> is now sitting up. He still
-looks dreamily in front of him.
-</p>
-<!-- p022.png/Page 22 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_22" title="22"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">At Candlemas you called this poetry</div>
-<div class="line">One of the fragile mighty things of God</div>
-<div class="line">That die at an insult.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">To other <span class="character-minor">Pupils</span>.</span>] Give me some true answer.</div>
-<div class="line">For on that day we spoke about the court</div>
-<div class="line">And said that all that was insulted there</div>
-<div class="line">The world insulted, for the courtly life,</div>
-<div class="line">Being the first comely child of the world,</div>
-<div class="line">Is the world’s model. How shall I answer him?</div>
-<div class="line">Can you not give me some true argument?</div>
-<div class="line">I will not tempt him with a lying one.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Arias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Throwing himself at <span class="character-major">Seanchan’s</span> feet.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">Why did you take me from my father’s fields?</div>
-<div class="line">If you would leave me now, what shall I love?</div>
-<div class="line">Where shall I go, what shall I set my hand to?</div>
-<div class="line">And why have you put music in my ears</div><!-- p023.png/Page 23 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_23" title="23"></a>
-<div class="line">If you would send me to the clattering houses?</div>
-<div class="line">I will throw down the trumpet and the harp,</div>
-<div class="line">For how could I sing verses or make music</div>
-<div class="line">With none to praise me and a broken heart?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What was it that the poets promised you</div>
-<div class="line">If it was not their sorrow? Do not speak.</div>
-<div class="line">Have I not opened school on these bare steps,</div>
-<div class="line">And are not you the youngest of my scholars?</div>
-<div class="line">And I would have all know that when all falls</div>
-<div class="line">In ruin, poetry calls out in joy,</div>
-<div class="line">Being the scattering hand, the bursting pod,</div>
-<div class="line">The victim’s joy among the holy flame,</div>
-<div class="line">God’s laughter at the shattering of the world,</div>
-<div class="line">And now that joy laughs out and weeps and burns</div>
-<div class="line">On these bare steps.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Arias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">O Master, do not die.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p024.png/Page 24 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_24" title="24"></a>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Three men come in. <span class="character-major">Cian</span> and <span class="character-major">Brian</span>,
-old men carrying basket with food,
-and <span class="character-major">Mayor of Kinvara</span>. They
-stand at the side listening.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Trouble him with no useless argument.</div>
-<div class="line">Be silent; there is nothing we can do</div>
-<div class="line">Except find out the King and kneel to him</div>
-<div class="line">And beg our ancient right. These three have come</div>
-<div class="line">To say whatever we could say and more,</div>
-<div class="line">And fare as badly. Come, boy, that’s no use;</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He lifts the <span class="character-minor">Boy</span> up.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">If it seem well that we beseech the King,</div>
-<div class="line">Lay down your harps and trumpets on the stones</div>
-<div class="line">In silence and come with me silently.</div>
-<div class="line">Come with slow footfalls and bow all your heads,</div>
-<div class="line">For a bowed head becomes a mourner best.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>They lay the harps and trumpets down
-one by one and then go out very<!-- p025.png/Page 25 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_25" title="25"></a>
-solemnly and slowly, following one
-another.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Let’s show the food that’s in the basket.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Who carries an Ogham stick.</span>] No,</div>
-<div class="line">I must get through my speech or I’ll forget it;</div>
-<div class="line">Besides, there is no reason why he’d eat</div>
-<div class="line">Till he has heard my reasons.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">It were better</div>
-<div class="line">To show what we have brought him in the basket,</div>
-<div class="line">For we have nothing that he has not liked</div>
-<div class="line">From boyhood.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Brian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">For we have not brought kings’ food</div>
-<div class="line">That’s cooked for everybody and nobody.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">You are not showing right respect to me,</div>
-<div class="line">Or to the people of Kinvara, when you wish</div>
-<div class="line">That something else should come before my message.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p026.png/Page 26 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_26" title="26"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What brings you here? I never sent for you.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He must be famishing, he looks so pale.</div>
-<div class="line">We had better get the food out first. I tell you,</div>
-<div class="line">That we have brought the things he likes the best.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">No, no; I lost a word at every cross road</div>
-<div class="line">And maybe if I do not speak it now</div>
-<div class="line">I’ll have forgot it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">Well, out with it quickly.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Why, what’s this foolery?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">No foolery;</div>
-<div class="line">A message from the richest, best born townsman</div>
-<div class="line">Of your own town, and from your aged father.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Run through it while I am getting out the food.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">How was I to begin? What was the word</div><!-- p027.png/Page 27 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_27" title="27"></a>
-<div class="line">That was to keep it in my memory?</div>
-<div class="line">Wait, I have notched it on this Ogham stick.</div>
-<div class="line">“Chief poet,” “Ireland,” “Townsman”; that is it.</div>
-<div class="line">Chief poet of Ireland, when we heard that trouble</div>
-<div class="line">Had come between you and the King of Ireland</div>
-<div class="line">It plunged us in deep sorrow, part for you,</div>
-<div class="line">Our honoured townsman, part for our good town.</div>
-<div class="line">The King was said to be most friendly to us,</div>
-<div class="line">And we had reasons, as you’ll recollect,</div>
-<div class="line">For thinking that he was about to give</div>
-<div class="line">Those grazing lands inland we so much need,</div>
-<div class="line">Being pinched between the water and the rocks.</div>
-<div class="line">But now his friendliness being ill repaid</div>
-<div class="line">Will be turned from us and our town get nothing.</div><!-- p028.png/Page 28 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_28" title="28"></a>
-<div class="line">But there was something else—I’ll find the word</div>
-<div class="line">That was to keep it in my memory.</div>
-<div class="line">“Pride”—that’s the word,—we would not have you think,</div>
-<div class="line">Weighty as these considerations are,</div>
-<div class="line">That they have been as weighty in our minds</div>
-<div class="line">As our desire that one we take much pride in,</div>
-<div class="line">A man who has been an honour to our town,</div>
-<div class="line">Should live and prosper, therefore we beseech you</div>
-<div class="line">To give way in a matter of no moment,</div>
-<div class="line">A matter of mere sentiment, a trifle,</div>
-<div class="line">That we may always keep our pride in you.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Their pride, their pride, what do they know of pride?</div>
-<div class="line">My pupils do not know it, for they beg</div>
-<div class="line">From the King’s favour what is theirs by right,</div>
-<div class="line">And how can men, that God has made so weak</div><!-- p029.png/Page 29 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_29" title="29"></a>
-<div class="line">They need a rich man’s favour every day,</div>
-<div class="line">Know anything of pride?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">To <span class="character-major">Mayor</span>.</span>] You have spoken it wrongly.</div>
-<div class="line">You have forgotten something out of it about the cattle dying.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Maybe you do not know, being much away,</div>
-<div class="line">How many of our cattle died last winter</div>
-<div class="line">From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness</div>
-<div class="line">Because the poor had nothing but salt fish</div>
-<div class="line">To live upon. The people all came out</div>
-<div class="line">And stood about the doors as I went by.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What would you have of me?</div>
-<div class="line">For there are men that shall be born at last</div>
-<div class="line">And find sweet nurture that they may have voices</div>
-<div class="line">Even in anger like the strings of harps.</div>
-<div class="line">Yet how could they be born to majesty</div>
-<div class="line">If I had never made the golden cradle?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What is it? “Father”—“Mother”; that is it;</div><!-- p030.png/Page 30 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_30" title="30"></a>
-<div class="line">Your father sends this message.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">He is listening.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He says that he is old and that he needs you,</div>
-<div class="line">And that the people will be pointing at him</div>
-<div class="line">And he not able to lift up his head</div>
-<div class="line">If you should turn the King’s favour away.</div>
-<div class="line">And he adds to it, that he cared you well,</div>
-<div class="line">And you in your young age, and that it’s right</div>
-<div class="line">That you should care him now.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">And when he spoke</div>
-<div class="line">He cried because the stiffness of his bones</div>
-<div class="line">Prevented him from coming.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">But your mother</div>
-<div class="line">Has sent no message, for when they had told her</div>
-<div class="line">The way it is between you and the King</div>
-<div class="line">She said, “No message can do any good,</div>
-<div class="line">He will not send the answer that you want;</div>
-<div class="line">We cannot change him,” and she went indoors,</div>
-<div class="line">Lay down upon her bed and turned her face</div><!-- p031.png/Page 31 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_31" title="31"></a>
-<div class="line">Out of the light. And thereupon your father</div>
-<div class="line">Said, “Tell him how she is, and that she sends</div>
-<div class="line">No message.” I have nothing more to say.</div>
-<div class="line">Cian and Brian, you can set out the food.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He sits down on steps. <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> is
-silent.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I have a horse waiting outside the town</div>
-<div class="line">To bring me home, and all the neighbours wait</div>
-<div class="line">Your answer. What answer am I to bring?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Give them my answer—no, I have no answer:</div>
-<div class="line">My mother knew it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">Maybe you have forgotten</div>
-<div class="line">That all our fields are so heaped up with stones</div>
-<div class="line">That the goats famish, and the mowers mow</div>
-<div class="line">With knives, and that the King half promised us——</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Thrust that old cloak of yours into your mouth</div><!-- p032.png/Page 32 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_32" title="32"></a>
-<div class="line">Till it’s done gabbling.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12"> But——</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">You have said enough;</div>
-<div class="line">I knew that you would never speak it right.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Our mothers know us, they know us to the bone,</div>
-<div class="line">They knew us before birth, and that is why</div>
-<div class="line">They know us even better than the sweethearts</div>
-<div class="line">Upon whose breasts we have lain.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Brian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">We have brought your honour</div>
-<div class="line">The food that you have always liked the best,</div>
-<div class="line">Young pigeons from Kinvara, and watercress</div>
-<div class="line">Out of the stream that’s by the blessed well,</div>
-<div class="line">And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour,</div>
-<div class="line">It is wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">O Brian, you would spread the table for me</div><!-- p033.png/Page 33 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_33" title="33"></a>
-<div class="line">As you would spread it when I was in my childhood;</div>
-<div class="line">But all that’s finished.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">I knew he would not care</div>
-<div class="line">For country things now that he’s grown accustomed</div>
-<div class="line">To the King’s dishes. I told Brian too</div>
-<div class="line">He’d have his pains for nothing. But he’s old.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Goes over to table at right. While he
-is speaking <span class="character-major">Cian</span> and <span class="character-major">Brian</span> are in
-vain offering <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> food.
-</p>
-
-<div class="line">And what dishes! Venison from Slieve Echtge</div>
-<div class="line">Fattened with poor men’s crops; flesh of wild pig;</div>
-<div class="line">Not fat nor lean, but streaky and right well cured;</div>
-<div class="line">Bread that’s the whitest that I’ve ever seen.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">You’re in the right, you’re in the right, he will not eat.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Pouring wine into cup.
-</p>
-<!-- p034.png/Page 34 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_34" title="34"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Mayor.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Bring him some wine, it will give him strength to eat.</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Brian</span> brings wine over towards
-<span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>.
-</p>
-
-<div class="line">No wonder if the King is proud and merry,</div>
-<div class="line">And keeps all day in the saddle, when even I</div>
-<div class="line">Am well-nigh drunken with the odour of it,</div>
-<div class="line">And if I dared—I dare not.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-18">Drink it, sir.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Brian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Drink a few drops.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">Drink it yourself, old man,</div>
-<div class="line">For you have come a journey, and I daresay</div>
-<div class="line">You did not eat or drink upon the road.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">How can I drink it when your honour’s thirsty?</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He offers cup again. The <span class="character-minor">King’s Household</span>
-comes in. <span class="character-major">Chamberlain</span> with
-long staff, a <span class="character-minor">Soldier</span>, a <span class="character-minor">Monk</span>, two
-<span class="character-minor">Ladies</span>, followed by <span class="character-minor">Cripples</span> who
-beg from the ladies, who keep close
-together at right, talking to each
-other at intervals. <span class="character-minor">Soldier</span> goes
-over to <span class="character-major">Mayor</span>, and talks to him.
-</p>
-<!-- p035.png/Page 35 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_35" title="35"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Well, have you it in imagination still</div>
-<div class="line">To overthrow the dignity of the King,</div>
-<div class="line">Or is the game finished?</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>A pause.</p>
-
-
-<div class="line indent-16">How many days</div>
-<div class="line">Will you keep up this quarrel with the King,</div>
-<div class="line">With the King’s nobles and myself and all</div>
-<div class="line">Who’d gladly be your friends if you would let them?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Soldier.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Who has been speaking to <span class="character-major">Mayor</span> and <span class="character-minor">Servants</span>.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">Was it you that sent his servants and the Mayor</div>
-<div class="line">Of his own town to wheedle him into life?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">It was the King himself.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Soldier.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">Was it worth our while</div>
-<div class="line">To have got rid of him from the King’s table</div>
-<div class="line">If he is to be humoured and made much of?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">It seems that he has not eaten yet, although</div>
-<div class="line">He’s had another dozen hours of hunger.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Soldier.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">If he’s so proud and obstinate a neck</div>
-<div class="line">I’d let him starve.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p036.png/Page 36 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_36" title="36"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Monk.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">Persuade him to eat, my lord.</div>
-<div class="line">His death would make a scandal, and stir up</div>
-<div class="line">The common people.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">And I have a fancy</div>
-<div class="line">That if it brought misfortune on the King,</div>
-<div class="line">Or the King’s house, we’d be as little thought of</div>
-<div class="line">As summer linen when the winter’s come.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">To <span class="character-major">Cian</span>.</span>] You’ve had no luck, old man.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-24">We have not, lady.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Maybe he’s out of humour with your ways,</div>
-<div class="line">Having grown used to sprightlier service.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-26">Maybe.</div>
-<div class="line">But the King’s messengers have gone for one</div>
-<div class="line">That will persuade him. [<span class="stage-direction">To <span class="character-major">Brian</span>.</span>] Come, let us go;</div>
-<div class="line">For she might lose her way in this fine place.</div>
-<div class="line">Come, we have been too long upon the tree,</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Plucking sleeve of <span class="character-major">Mayor</span>.
-</p>
-
-<div class="line">And there are little golden pippins here.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p037.png/Page 37 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_37" title="37"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Soldier.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Give me the dish, I’ll hand it him myself.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I wonder if she is pretty.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Mayor</span> and <span class="character-minor">Servants</span> have gone out.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Soldier.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-18">Eat this, old hedgehog.</div>
-<div class="line">Sniff up the savour and unroll yourself.</div>
-<div class="line">But if I were the King I’d make you do it</div>
-<div class="line">With wisps of lighted straw.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">You have rightly named me,</div>
-<div class="line">I lie rolled up under the ragged thorns</div>
-<div class="line">That are upon the edge of those great waters</div>
-<div class="line">Where all things vanish away, and I have heard</div>
-<div class="line">Murmurs that are the ending of all sound.</div>
-<div class="line">I am out of life, I am rolled up, and yet,</div>
-<div class="line">Hedgehog although I am, I’ll not unroll</div>
-<div class="line">For you, King’s dog. Go to the King, your master,</div>
-<div class="line">Crouch down and wag your tail, for it may be</div>
-<div class="line">He has nothing now against you, and I think</div><!-- p038.png/Page 38 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_38" title="38"></a>
-<div class="line">The stripes of your last beating are all healed.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Don’t answer, you were never to his mind.</div>
-<div class="line">And now you have angered him to no good purpose.</div>
-<div class="line">But put the dish down and I will speak to him.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">You must needs keep your patience yet awhile,</div>
-<div class="line">For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air</div>
-<div class="line">To swallow before I have grown to be as civil</div>
-<div class="line">As any other dust.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">You wrong us, Seanchan,</div>
-<div class="line">There is none here but holds you in respect,</div>
-<div class="line">And if you would only eat out of this dish</div>
-<div class="line">The King would show how much he honours you.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Giving <span class="character-minor">Cripple</span> money.</span>]</div>
-<div>You are always discontented. Look at this cripple,</div>
-<div class="line">He has had to cover up his eyes with rags</div><!-- p039.png/Page 39 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_39" title="39"></a>
-<div class="line">Because they are too weak to look at the sun,</div>
-<div class="line">And has a crooked body, and yet he is cheerful.</div>
-<div class="line">Stand there where he can see you.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-minor">Cripple</span> goes over and stands in front
-of <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>, bowing and smiling.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">We have come to you</div>
-<div class="line">Because we wish you a long, prosperous life;</div>
-<div class="line">Who could imagine you’d so take to heart</div>
-<div class="line">Being put from the high table.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">It was not I</div>
-<div class="line">That you have driven away from the high table,</div>
-<div class="line">But the images of them that weave a dance,</div>
-<div class="line">By the four rivers in the mountain garden.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Monk.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He means we have driven poetry away.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">It is the men who are learned in the laws,</div>
-<div class="line">Or have led the King’s armies that should sit</div>
-<div class="line">At the King’s table. Nor has poetry</div><!-- p040.png/Page 40 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_40" title="40"></a>
-<div class="line">Been altogether driven away, for I,</div>
-<div class="line">As you should know, have written poetry,</div>
-<div class="line">And often when the table has been cleared</div>
-<div class="line">And candles lighted, the King calls for me</div>
-<div class="line">And I repeat it him. My poetry</div>
-<div class="line">Is not to be compared with yours, but still</div>
-<div class="line">Where I am honoured, poetry is honoured</div>
-<div class="line">In some measure.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">If you are a poet,</div>
-<div class="line">Cry out that the King’s money would not buy,</div>
-<div class="line">Nor the high circle consecrate his head,</div>
-<div class="line">If poets had never christened gold, and even</div>
-<div class="line">The moon’s poor daughter, that most whey-faced metal,</div>
-<div class="line">Precious; and cry out that none alive</div>
-<div class="line">Would ride among the arrows with high heart</div>
-<div class="line">Or scatter with an open hand, had not</div>
-<div class="line">Our heady craft commended wasteful virtues.</div>
-<div class="line">And when that story’s finished, shake your coat</div><!-- p041.png/Page 41 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_41" title="41"></a>
-<div class="line">Where the little jewels gleam on it, and say</div>
-<div class="line">A herdsman sitting where the pigs had trampled</div>
-<div class="line">Made up a song about enchanted kings,</div>
-<div class="line">Who were so finely dressed one fancied them</div>
-<div class="line">All fiery, and women by the churn</div>
-<div class="line">And children by the hearth caught up the song</div>
-<div class="line">And murmured it until the tailors heard it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Monk.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">How proud these poets are! It was full time</div>
-<div class="line">To break their pride.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">And I would have you say</div>
-<div class="line">That when we are driven out we come again</div>
-<div class="line">Like a great wind that runs out of the waste</div>
-<div class="line">To blow the tables flat.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">If you’d eat something</div>
-<div class="line">You’d find you have these thoughts because you are hungry.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">And when you have told them all these things, lie down</div><!-- p042.png/Page 42 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_42" title="42"></a>
-<div class="line">On this bare threshold and starve until the King</div>
-<div class="line">Restore to us the ancient right of the poets.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Let’s come away. There’s no use talking to him,</div>
-<div class="line">For he’s resolved to die, and that’s no loss:</div>
-<div class="line">We will go watch the hurley.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Monk.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">You should obey</div>
-<div class="line">The King’s commandment and not question it,</div>
-<div class="line">For it is God himself who has made him king.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Essa.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Let’s hear his answer to the monk.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">Stoop down,</div>
-<div class="line">For there is something I would say to you.</div>
-<div class="line">Has that wild God of yours that was so wild</div>
-<div class="line">When you’d but lately taken the King’s pay,</div>
-<div class="line">Grown any tamer? He gave you all much trouble</div>
-<div class="line">Being so unruly and inconsiderate.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What does he mean?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Monk.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">Let go my habit, Seanchan.</div><!-- p043.png/Page 43 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_43" title="43"></a>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Or it may be you have persuaded him</div>
-<div class="line">To chirp between two dishes when the King</div>
-<div class="line">Sits down to table.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Monk.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">Let go my habit, sir.</div>
-<div class="line">What do I care about your insolent dreams.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">And maybe he has learnt to sing quite softly</div>
-<div class="line">Because loud singing would disturb the King</div>
-<div class="line">Who is sitting drowsily among his friends</div>
-<div class="line">After the table has been cleared——</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Monk.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">Let go.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> has been dragged some feet,
-clinging to the <span class="character-major">Monk’s</span> habit.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Not yet; you did not think that hungry hands</div>
-<div class="line">Could be so strong. They are not civil yet—</div>
-<div class="line">I’d know if you have taught him to eat bread</div>
-<div class="line">From the King’s hand, and perch upon his finger.</div><!-- p044.png/Page 44 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_44" title="44"></a>
-<div class="line">I think he perches on the King’s strong hand,</div>
-<div class="line">But it may be that he is still too wild.</div>
-<div class="line">You must not weary in your work; a King</div>
-<div class="line">Is often weary and he needs a God</div>
-<div class="line">To be a comfort to him.</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The <span class="character-major">Monk</span> plucks his habit away.
-<span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> holds up his hand as if
-a bird perched upon it. He pretends
-to stroke the bird.
-</p>
-
-<div class="line indent-16">A little god,</div>
-<div class="line">With soft well-coloured feathers, and bright eyes.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">We have listened long enough.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Essa.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">Let us away,</div>
-<div class="line">Where we can watch the young men at the hurley.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Yes, yes, go to the hurley, go to the hurley,</div>
-<div class="line">Go to the hurley, gather up your skirts,</div>
-<div class="line">Run quickly. You can remember many love songs;</div>
-<div class="line">I know it by the light that’s in your eyes,</div><!-- p045.png/Page 45 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_45" title="45"></a>
-<div class="line">But you’ll forget them. You’re fair to look on,</div>
-<div class="line">Your feet delight in dancing, and your mouths</div>
-<div class="line">In the slow smiling that awakens love.</div>
-<div class="line">The mothers that have borne you mated rightly,</div>
-<div class="line">For they had little ears as thirsty as are yours</div>
-<div class="line">For many love-songs. Go to the young men:</div>
-<div class="line">Are not the ruddy flesh and the thin flanks</div>
-<div class="line">And the broad shoulders worthy of desire?</div>
-<div class="line">Go from me. Here is nothing for your eyes,</div>
-<div class="line">But it is I that am singing you away,</div>
-<div class="line">Singing you to the young men.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The two young <span class="character-major">Princesses Buan</span> and
-<span class="character-major">Finnhua</span> come in. While he has
-been speaking <span class="character-major">Aileen</span> and <span class="character-major">Essa</span>
-have shrunk back holding each
-others hands.
-</p>
-<!-- p046.png/Page 46 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_46" title="46"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">Be quiet;</div>
-<div class="line">Look who it is that has come out of the house.</div>
-<div class="line">Princesses, we are for the hurling field.</div>
-<div class="line">Will you come too?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Princess Buan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">We will go with you, Aileen,</div>
-<div class="line">But we must have some words with Seanchan,</div>
-<div class="line">For we have come to make him eat and drink.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I will hold out the dish and cup for him</div>
-<div class="line">While you are speaking to him of his folly,</div>
-<div class="line">If you desire it, Princess.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He has taken up dish and cup.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Princess Buan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Give me the cup.</div>
-<div class="line">My sister there will carry the dish of meat:</div>
-<div class="line">We’ll offer them ourselves.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">They are so gracious,</div>
-<div class="line">The dear little princesses are so gracious.</div>
-
-<!-- p047.png/Page 47 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_47" title="47"></a>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Princess Buan</span> holds out her hand for
-<span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> to kiss it; he does not
-move.
-</p>
-
-<div class="line">Although she is holding out her hand to him</div>
-<div class="line">He will not kiss it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Princess Buan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">My father bids us say</div>
-<div class="line">That though he cannot have you at his table,</div>
-<div class="line">You may ask any other thing you like</div>
-<div class="line">And he will give it you. We carry you</div>
-<div class="line">A dish and a cup of wine, with our own hands,</div>
-<div class="line">To show in what great honour you are held.</div>
-<div class="line">Will you not drink a little? Does he not show</div>
-<div class="line">Every befitting honour to the poets?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Aileen.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">O look, he has taken it, he has taken it!</div>
-<div class="line">The dear princesses, I have always said</div>
-<div class="line">That nobody could refuse them anything.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> takes the cup in one hand,
-in the other he holds for a moment
-the hand of the <span class="character-major">Princess</span>.
-</p>
-<!-- p048.png/Page 48 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_48" title="48"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">O long soft fingers and pale finger-tips</div>
-<div class="line">Well worthy to be laid in a king’s hand;</div>
-<div class="line">O you have fair white hands, for it is certain</div>
-<div class="line">There is uncommon whiteness in these hands.</div>
-<div class="line">But there is something comes into my mind,</div>
-<div class="line">Princess. A little while before your birth</div>
-<div class="line">I saw your mother sitting by the road</div>
-<div class="line">In a high chair, and when a leper passed</div>
-<div class="line">She pointed him the way into the town,</div>
-<div class="line">And he lifted his hand and blessed her hand;</div>
-<div class="line">I saw it with my own eyes. Hold out your hands,</div>
-<div class="line">I will find out if they are contaminated;</div>
-<div class="line">For it has come into my thoughts that may be</div>
-<div class="line">The King has sent me food and drink by hands</div>
-<div class="line">That are contaminated. I would see all your hands,</div><!-- p049.png/Page 49 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_49" title="49"></a>
-<div class="line">You’ve eyes of dancers, but hold out your hands,</div>
-<div class="line">For it may be there are none sound among you——</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The <span class="character-major">Princesses</span> have shrunk back in
-terror.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Princess Buan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He has called us lepers.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Chamberlain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">He’s out of his mind,</div>
-<div class="line">And does not know the meaning of what he said.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Standing up.</span>] There are no sound hands among you. No sound hands.</div>
-<div class="line">Away with you, away with all of you,</div>
-<div class="line">You are all lepers. There is leprosy</div>
-<div class="line">Among the plates and dishes that you have brought me.</div>
-<div class="line">I would know why you have brought me leper’s wine?</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He flings the wine in their faces.
-</p>
-
-<div class="line">There, there, I have given it to you again, and now</div>
-<div class="line">Begone or I will give my curse to you.</div><!-- p050.png/Page 50 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_50" title="50"></a>
-<div class="line">You have the leper’s blessing, but you think</div>
-<div class="line">Maybe the bread will something lack in savour</div>
-<div class="line">Unless you mix my curse into the dough.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>They go out to <span class="sd2">L.</span>, all except the
-<span class="character-minor">Cripples</span>. <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> is staggering
-in the middle of the stage.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Where did I say the leprosy came from?</div>
-<div class="line">I said it came out of a leper’s hand</div>
-<div class="line">And that he walked the highway; but that’s folly,</div>
-<div class="line">For he was walking up there in the sky</div>
-<div class="line">And there he is even now with his white hand</div>
-<div class="line">Thrust out of the blue air and blessing them</div>
-<div class="line">With leprosy.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">A Cripple.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He’s pointing at the moon</div>
-<div class="line">That’s coming out up yonder, and he calls it</div>
-<div class="line">Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He’s holding up his hand above them all</div><!-- p051.png/Page 51 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_51" title="51"></a>
-<div class="line">King, Noblemen, Princesses, blessing all.</div>
-<div class="line">Who could imagine he’d have so much patience.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Cripple.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Come out of this.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Clutching other <span class="character-minor">Cripple</span>.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second Cripple.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">If you don’t need it, sir,</div>
-<div class="line">May we not carry some of it away?</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He points to food.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Who’s speaking? Who are you?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Cripple.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">Come out of this.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second Cripple.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Have pity on us, that must beg our bread</div>
-<div class="line">From table to table throughout the entire world</div>
-<div class="line">And yet be hungry.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But why were you born crooked?</div>
-<div class="line">What bad poet did your mothers listen to</div>
-<div class="line">That you were born so crooked?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Cripple.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">Come away.</div>
-<div class="line">Maybe he’s cursed the food and it might kill us.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p052.png/Page 52 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_52" title="52"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second Cripple.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Yes, better come away.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>They go out.</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Staggering and speaking wearily.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">He has great strength</div>
-<div class="line">And great patience to hold his right hand there</div>
-<div class="line">Uplifted and not wavering about;</div>
-<div class="line">He is much stronger than I am, much stronger.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>He sinks down on steps.</p>
-
-
-<p class="scene-description">
-Enter from <span class="sd2">R.</span> <span class="character-major">Fedelm</span>, <span class="character-major">Cian</span> and <span class="character-major">Brian</span>.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Brian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">There he is lying. Go over to him now</div>
-<div class="line">And bid him eat.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">I’ll get him out of this</div>
-<div class="line">Before I have said a word of food and drink;</div>
-<div class="line">For while he is on this threshold and can hear,</div>
-<div class="line">It may be, the voices that made mock of him,</div>
-<div class="line">He would not listen.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Brian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">That is a good plan.</div>
-<div class="line">But there is little time, for he is weakening.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p053.png/Page 53 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_53" title="53"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Crying.</span>] I cannot think of any other plan</div>
-<div class="line">Although it breaks my heart.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Cian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">Let’s leave them now,</div>
-<div class="line">For she will press the honey from her bag</div>
-<div class="line">When we are gone.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Brian.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">It will be hard to move him</div>
-<div class="line">If hunger and thirst have got into his bones.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>They go out leaving <span class="character-major">Fedelm</span> and
-<span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> alone. <span class="character-major">Fedelm</span> runs
-over to <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> and kneels down
-before him.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Seanchan! Seanchan!</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>He remains looking into the sky.</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">Can you not see me, Seanchan?</div>
-<div class="line">It is myself.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> looks at her dreamily at
-first, then takes her hand.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Is this your hand, Fedelm?</div>
-<div class="line">I have been looking at another hand</div>
-<div class="line">That is up yonder.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">I have come for you.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p054.png/Page 54 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_54" title="54"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Fedelm, I did not know that you were here.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">And can you not remember that I promised</div>
-<div class="line">That I would come and take you home with me</div>
-<div class="line">When I’d the harvest in? and now I’ve come,</div>
-<div class="line">And you must come away, and come on the instant.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Yes, I will come; but is the harvest in?</div>
-<div class="line">This air has got a summer taste in it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But is not the wild middle of the summer</div>
-<div class="line">A better time to marry? Come with me now.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Seizing her by both wrists.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">Who taught you that, for it’s a certainty,</div>
-<div class="line">Although I never knew it till last night,</div>
-<div class="line">That marriage, because it is the height of life,</div>
-<div class="line">Can only be accomplished to the full</div>
-<div class="line">In the high days of the year. I lay awake,</div><!-- p055.png/Page 55 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_55" title="55"></a>
-<div class="line">There had come a frenzy into the light of the stars</div>
-<div class="line">And they were coming nearer and I knew</div>
-<div class="line">All in a minute they were about to marry</div>
-<div class="line">Clods out upon the plough-lands, to beget</div>
-<div class="line">A mightier race than any that has been;</div>
-<div class="line">But some that are within there made a noise</div>
-<div class="line">And frighted them away.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">Come with me now;</div>
-<div class="line">We have far to go, and daylight’s running out.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">The stars had come so near me that I caught</div>
-<div class="line">Their singing; it was praise of that great race</div>
-<div class="line">That would be haughty, mirthful, and white-bodied</div>
-<div class="line">With a high head, and open hand, and how</div>
-<div class="line">Laughing, it would take the mastery of the world.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But you will tell me all about their songs</div><!-- p056.png/Page 56 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_56" title="56"></a>
-<div class="line">When we’re at home. You have need of rest and care,</div>
-<div class="line">And I can give them you when we’re at home,</div>
-<div class="line">And therefore let us hurry and get us home.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">That’s true; and there’s some trouble here, although</div>
-<div class="line">I cannot now remember what it is,</div>
-<div class="line">And I would get away from it. Give me your help.</div>
-<div class="line">But why are not my pupils here to help me?</div>
-<div class="line">Go, call my pupils, for I need their help.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Come with me now, and I will send for them,</div>
-<div class="line">For I have a great room that’s full of beds</div>
-<div class="line">I can make ready, and there is a smooth lawn</div>
-<div class="line">Where they can play at hurley and sing poems</div>
-<div class="line">Under an apple-tree.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">I know that place,</div>
-<div class="line">An apple tree and a smooth level lawn,</div><!-- p057.png/Page 57 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_57" title="57"></a>
-<div class="line">Where the young men can sway their hurley sticks.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="verse">
-<div class="stage-direction top1">Sings.</div>
-<br />
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">The four rivers that run there,</div>
-<div class="line">Through well-mown level ground,</div>
-<div class="line">Have come out of a blessed well</div>
-<div class="line">That is all bound and wound</div>
-<div class="line">By the great roots of an apple,</div>
-<div class="line">And all fowls of the air</div>
-<div class="line">Have gathered in the wide branches</div>
-<div class="line">And keep singing there.</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Fedelm</span>, troubled, has covered her eyes
-with her hands.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">No, there are not four rivers, and those rhymes</div>
-<div class="line">Praise Adam’s Paradise.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">I can remember now.</div>
-<div class="line">It’s out of a poem I made long ago</div>
-<div class="line">About the garden in the east of the world,</div>
-<div class="line">And how spirits in the images of birds</div>
-<div class="line">Crowd in the branches of old Adam’s crab-tree;</div><!-- p058.png/Page 58 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_58" title="58"></a>
-<div class="line">They come before me now and dig in the fruit</div>
-<div class="line">With so much gluttony, and are so drunk</div>
-<div class="line">With that harsh, wholesome savour that their feathers</div>
-<div class="line">Are clinging one to another with the juice.</div>
-<div class="line">But you would take me to some friendly place,</div>
-<div class="line">And I would go there quickly.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">Come with me.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>She helps him to rise. He walks slowly,
-supported by her till he comes to the table at <span class="sd2">R.</span>
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But why am I so weak? Have I been ill?</div>
-<div class="line">Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak?</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He sinks on to the seat.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I’ll dip this piece of bread into the wine,</div>
-<div class="line">For that will make you stronger for the journey.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Yes, give me bread and wine, that’s what I want,</div><!-- p059.png/Page 59 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_59" title="59"></a>
-<div class="line">For it is hunger that is gnawing me.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He takes bread from <span class="character-major">Fedelm</span>, hesitates,
-and then thrusts it back into her
-hand.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">But no, I must not eat it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">Eat, Seanchan,</div>
-<div class="line">For if you do not eat it you will die.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Why did you give me food?</div>
-<div class="line">Why did you come?</div>
-<div class="line">For had I not enough to fight against</div>
-<div class="line">Without your coming?</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">Eat this little crust,</div>
-<div class="line">Seanchan, if you have any love for me.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I must not eat it: but that’s beyond your wit;</div>
-<div class="line">Child, child, I must not eat it though I die.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">You do not know what love is, for if you loved</div>
-<div class="line">You would put every other thought away</div>
-<div class="line">But you have never loved me.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Seizing her by the wrist.</span>] You, a child,</div><!-- p060.png/Page 60 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_60" title="60"></a>
-<div class="line">Who have but seen a man out of the window,</div>
-<div class="line">Tell me that I know nothing about love,</div>
-<div class="line">And that I do not love you. Did I not say</div>
-<div class="line">There was a frenzy in the light of the stars</div>
-<div class="line">All through the livelong night, and that the night</div>
-<div class="line">Was full of marriages? But that fight’s over.</div>
-<div class="line">And all that’s done with, and I have to die.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Throwing her arms about him.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">I will not be put from you, although I think</div>
-<div class="line">I had not grudged it you if some great lady,</div>
-<div class="line">If the King’s daughter, had set out your bed.</div>
-<div class="line">I will not give you up to death; no, no,</div>
-<div class="line">And are not these white arms and this soft neck</div>
-<div class="line">Better than the brown earth?</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">I swear an oath</div>
-<div class="line">Upon the holy tree that I’ll not eat</div>
-<div class="line">Until the King restore the right of the poets.</div><!-- p061.png/Page 61 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_61" title="61"></a>
-<div class="line">O Sun and Moon, and all things that have strength,</div>
-<div class="line">Become my strength that I may put a curse</div>
-<div class="line">On all things that would have me break this oath.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Fedelm</span> has sunk down on the ground
-while he says this, and crouches at
-his feet.
-</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Seanchan, do not curse me; from this out</div>
-<div class="line">I will obey like any married wife.</div>
-<div class="line">Let me but lie before your feet.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">Come nearer.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>He kisses her.</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">If I had eaten when you bid me, sweetheart,</div>
-<div class="line">The kiss of multitudes in times to come</div>
-<div class="line">Had been the poorer.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Entering from house.</span>] Has he eaten yet?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fedelm.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">No, King, and will not till you have restored</div>
-<div class="line">The right of the poets.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p062.png/Page 62 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_62" title="62"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Coming down and standing before <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">Seanchan, you have refused</div>
-<div class="line">Everybody that I have sent, and now</div>
-<div class="line">I come to you myself, and I have come</div>
-<div class="line">To bid you put your pride as far away</div>
-<div class="line">As I have put my pride. I had your love</div>
-<div class="line">Not a great while ago, and now you have planned</div>
-<div class="line">To put a voice by every cottage fire</div>
-<div class="line">And in the night when no one sees who cries</div>
-<div class="line">To cry against me till my throne has crumbled.</div>
-<div class="line">And yet if I give way I must offend</div>
-<div class="line">My courtiers and nobles till they too</div>
-<div class="line">Strike at the crown. What would you have of me?</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">When did the poets promise safety, King?</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Seanchan, I bring you bread in my own hands,</div><!-- p063.png/Page 63 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_63" title="63"></a>
-<div class="line">And bid you eat it because of all these reasons,</div>
-<div class="line">And for this further reason that I love you.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> pushes bread away with
-<span class="character-major">Fedelm’s</span> hand.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">You have refused it, Seanchan.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">We have refused it.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I have been patient though I am a king,</div>
-<div class="line">And have the means to force you—but that’s ended,</div>
-<div class="line">And I am but a king and you a subject.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>He goes up steps.</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">Nobles and courtiers, bring the poets hither</div>
-<div class="line">For you can have your way: I that was man</div>
-<div class="line">With a man’s heart am now all king again,</div>
-<div class="line">Remembering that the seed I come of, although</div>
-<div class="line">A hundred kings have sown it and re-sown it,</div>
-<div class="line">Has neither trembled nor shrunk backward yet</div>
-<div class="line">Because of the hard business of a king.</div>
-
-<!-- p064.png/Page 64 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_64" title="64"></a>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-minor">Princesses</span>, <span class="character-minor">Ladies</span>, and <span class="character-minor">Courtiers</span> have
-come in with <span class="character-minor">Pupils</span>, who have
-halters round their necks.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">Speak to your master, beg your life of him,</div>
-<div class="line">Show him the halters that are round your necks;</div>
-<div class="line">If his heart’s set upon it he may die,</div>
-<div class="line">But you shall all die with him; beg your lives;</div>
-<div class="line">Begin, for you have little time to lose;</div>
-<div class="line">Begin it you that are the oldest pupil.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Going up to <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Silence, you are as crazy as your master.</div>
-<div class="line">But that young boy that seems the youngest of you,</div>
-<div class="line">I’d have him speak. Kneel down before him, boy,</div>
-<div class="line">Hold up your hands to him that he may pluck</div>
-<div class="line">That milky coloured neck out of the noose.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p065.png/Page 65 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_65" title="65"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Arias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>All the <span class="character-minor">Pupils</span> turn towards the <span class="character-major">King</span>,
-holding out the ends of their halters.
-</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Senias.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Gather the halters up into your hands</div>
-<div class="line">And lead us where you will, for in all things</div>
-<div class="line">But in our art we are obedient.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The <span class="character-major">King</span> comes slowly down the steps.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Kneeling down before <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">Kneel down, kneel down, he has the greater power.</div>
-<div class="line">I give my crown to you.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>All kneel except <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span>, <span class="character-major">Fedelm</span>
-and <span class="character-minor">Pupils</span>. <span class="character-major">Seanchan</span> rises
-slowly, supported by one of the
-<span class="character-minor">Pupils</span> and by <span class="character-major">Fedelm</span>.
-</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Seanchan.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">O crown, O crown,</div>
-<div class="line">It is but right if hands that made the crown</div>
-<div class="line">In the old time should give it when they will.</div>
-<div class="line">O silver trumpets be you lifted up</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He lays the crown on the <span class="character-major">King’s</span> head.
-</p>
-<!-- p066.png/Page 66 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_66" title="66"></a>
-
-
-<div class="line">And cry to the great race that is to come.</div>
-<div class="line">Long-throated swans among the waves of time</div>
-<div class="line">Sing loudly, for beyond the wall of the world</div>
-<div class="line">It waits and it may hear and come to us.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Some of the <span class="character-minor">Pupils</span> blow a blast upon
-their horns.
-</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<p class="sd1 top4 center">Curtain.</p>
-
-
-<div class="footnotes">
-<p>
-<a id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#Anchor_1" title="Return to text.">[1]</a> Written for the first production of “The King’s
-Threshold” in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the
-smallness of the company, nobody could be spared to
-speak it.
-</p>
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<!-- p067.png/Page 67 --><!-- deleted double title --><p><a class="pagenum" id="Page_67" title="67"></a></p>
-<!-- p068.png/[Page 68] -->
-
-
-<!-- p069.png/Page 69 -->
-
-<h2><a id="ON_BAILES_STRAND"></a>ON BAILE’S STRAND.<a class="pagenum" id="Page_69" title="69"></a></h2>
-
-
-<ul id="character-list">
-<li><span class="character-major">Cuchullain,</span> the King of Muirthemne.</li>
-<li><span class="character-major">Concobar,</span> the High King of Ullad.</li>
-<li><span class="character-major">Daire,</span> a King.</li>
-<li><span class="character-major">Fintain,</span> a blind man.</li>
-<li><span class="character-major">Barach,</span> a fool.</li>
-<li>A Young Man.</li>
-<li>Young Kings and Old Kings.</li>
-</ul>
-
-
-
-<div class="prose">
-<p class="scene-description">
-<span class="sd1">Scene</span>: A great hall by the sea close to
-Dundalgan. There are two great chairs
-on either side of the hall, each raised a
-little from the ground, and on the back
-of the one chair is carved and painted
-a woman with a fish’s tail, and on the
-back of the other a hound. There are
-smaller chairs and benches raised in
-tiers round the walls. There is a great
-ale vat at one side near a small door,
-and a large door at the back through
-which one can see the sea. <span class="character-major">Barach</span>, a<!-- p070.png/Page 70 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_70" title="70"></a>
-tall thin man with long ragged hair,
-dressed in skins, comes in at the side
-door. He is leading <span class="character-major">Fintain</span>, a fat
-blind man, who is somewhat older.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-
-<p>
-I will shut the door, for this
-wind out of the sea gets into my bones,
-and if I leave but an inch for the wind
-there is one like a flake of sea-frost that
-might come into the house.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>
-What is his name, fool?
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>
-It’s a woman from among the
-Riders of the Sidhe. It’s Boann herself
-from the river. She has left the Dagda’s
-bed, and gone through the salt of the sea
-and up here to the strand of Baile, and all
-for love of me. Let her keep her husband’s
-bed, for she’ll have none of me. Nobody
-knows how lecherous these goddesses are.
-I see her in every kind of shape but oftener
-than not she’s in the wind and cries “give
-a kiss and put your arms about me.” But
-no, she’ll have no more of me. Yesterday<!-- p071.png/Page 71 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_71" title="71"></a>
-when I put out my lips to kiss her, there
-was nothing there but the wind. She’s
-bad, Fintain. O, she’s bad. I had better
-shut the big door too.
-</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He is going towards the big door but
-turns hearing <span class="character-major">Fintain’s</span> voice.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>[<span class="stage-direction">Who has been feeling about with his stick.</span>]
-What’s this and this?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>They are chairs.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>And this?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>Why, that’s a bench.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>And this?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>A big chair.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>[<span class="stage-direction">Feeling the back of the chair.</span>]
-There is a sea-woman carved upon it.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>And there is another big chair
-on the other side of the hall.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Lead me to it. [<span class="stage-direction">He mutters
-while the fool is leading him.</span>] That is what
-the High King Concobar has on his shield.
-The High King will be coming. They have
-brought out his chair. [<span class="stage-direction">He begins feeling the
-back of the other chair.</span>] And there is a<!-- p072.png/Page 72 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_72" title="72"></a>
-dog’s head on this. They have brought out
-our master’s chair. Now I know what the
-horse-boys were talking about. We must
-not stay here. The Kings are going to
-meet here. Now that Concobar and our
-master, that is his chief man, have put
-down all the enemies of Ullad, they are
-going to build up Emain again. They are
-going to talk over their plans for building
-it. Were you ever in Concobar’s town
-before it was burnt? O, he is a great King,
-for though Emain was burnt down, every
-war had made him richer. He has gold
-and silver dishes, and chessboards and
-candlesticks made of precious stones. Fool,
-have they taken the top from the ale vat?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>They have.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Then bring me a horn of ale
-quickly, for the Kings will be here in a
-minute. Now I can listen. Tell me what
-you saw this morning?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>About the young man and the
-fighting?</p>
-<!-- p073.png/Page 73 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_73" title="73"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Yes.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>And after that we can go and
-eat the fowl, for I am hungry.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Time enough, time enough.
-You’re in as great a hurry as when you
-brought me to Aine’s Seat, where the mad
-dogs gather when the moon’s at the full.
-Go on with your story.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>I was creeping under a ditch,
-with the fowl in my leather bag, keeping
-to the shore where the farmer could not see
-me, when I came upon a ship drawn up
-upon the sands, a great red ship with a
-woman’s head upon it.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>A ship out of Aoife’s country.
-They have all a woman’s head on the
-bow.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>There was a young man with a
-pale face and red hair standing beside it.
-Some of our people came up whose turn it
-was to guard the shore. I heard them ask
-the young man his name. He said he was
-under bonds not to tell it. Then words<!-- p074.png/Page 74 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_74" title="74"></a>
-came between them, and they fought, and
-the young man killed half of them, and the
-others ran away.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>It matters nothing to us, but he
-has come at last.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>Who has come?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>I know who that young man
-is. There is not another like him in the
-world. I saw him when I had my eyesight.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>You saw him?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>I used to be in Aoife’s country
-when I had my eyesight.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>That was before you went on
-shipboard and were blinded for putting a
-curse on the wind?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Queen Aoife had a son that
-was red haired and pale faced like herself,
-and everyone said that he would kill
-Cuchullain some day, but I would not
-have that spoken of.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>Nobody could do that. Who
-was his father?</p>
-<!-- p075.png/Page 75 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_75" title="75"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Nobody but Aoife knew that,
-not even he himself.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>Not even he himself! Was Aoife
-a goddess and lecherous?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>I overheard her telling that she
-never had but one lover, and that he was
-the only man who overcame her in battle.
-There were some who thought him one of
-the Riders of the Sidhe, because the child
-was great of limb and strong beyond others.
-The child was begotten over the mountains;
-but come nearer and I will tell you
-something.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>You have thought something?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>When I hear the young girls
-talking about the colour of Cuchullain’s
-eyes, and how they have seven colours, I
-have thought about it. That young man
-has Aoife’s face and hair, but he has
-Cuchullain’s eyes.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>How can he have Cuchullain’s
-eyes?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>He is Cuchullain’s son.</p>
-<!-- p076.png/Page 76 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_76" title="76"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>And his mother has sent him
-hither to fight his father.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>It is all quite plain. Cuchullain
-went into Aoife’s country when he was a
-young man that he might learn skill in arms,
-and there he became Aoife’s lover.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>And now she hates him because
-he went away, and has sent the son to kill
-the father. I knew she was a goddess.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>And she never told him who his
-father was, that he might do it. I have
-thought it all out, fool. I know a great
-many things because I listen when nobody
-is noticing and I keep my wits awake.
-What ails you now?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>I have remembered that I am
-hungry.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Well, forget it again, and I will
-tell you about Aoife’s country. It is full of
-wonders. There are a great many Queens
-there who can change themselves into
-wolves and into swine and into white hares,
-and when they are in their own shapes they<!-- p077.png/Page 77 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_77" title="77"></a>
-are stronger than almost any man; and
-there are young men there who have cat’s
-eyes and if a bird chirrup or a mouse squeak
-they cannot keep them shut, even though
-it is bedtime and they sleepy; and listen,
-for this is a great wonder, a very great
-wonder: there is a long narrow bridge, and
-when anybody goes to cross it, that the
-Queens do not like, it flies up as this bench
-would if you were to sit on the end of it.
-Everybody who goes there to learn skill
-in arms has to cross it. It was in that
-country too that Cuchullain got his spear
-made out of dragon bones. There were
-two dragons fighting in the foam of the sea,
-and their grandam was the moon, and nine
-Queens came along the shore.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>I won’t listen to your story.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>It is a very wonderful story.
-Wait till you hear what the nine Queens did.
-Their right hands were all made of silver.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>No, I will have my dinner first.
-You have eaten the fowl I left in front of<!-- p078.png/Page 78 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_78" title="78"></a>
-the fire. The last time you sent me to steal
-something you made me forget all about it
-till you had eaten it up.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>No, there is plenty for us both.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>Come with me where it is.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>[<span class="stage-direction">Who is being led towards the
-door at the back by <span class="character-major">Barach</span>.</span>] O, it is all
-right, it is in a safe place.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>It is a fine fowl. It was the
-biggest in the yard.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>It had a good smell, but I hope
-that the wild dogs have not smelt it. [<span class="stage-direction">Voices
-are heard outside the door at the side.</span>] Here
-is our master. Let us stay and talk with
-him. Perhaps Cuchullain will give you a
-new cap with a feather. He told me that
-he would give you a new cap with a feather,
-a feather with an eye that looks at you, a
-peacock’s feather.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>No, no.</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He begins pulling <span class="character-major">Fintain</span> towards
-the door.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>If you do not get it now, you<!-- p079.png/Page 79 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_79" title="79"></a>
-may never get it, for the young man may
-kill him.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>No, no, I am hungry. What
-a head you have, blind man! Who but
-you would have remembered that the
-hen-wife slept for a little at noon every
-day!</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>[<span class="stage-direction">Who is being led along very
-slowly and unwillingly.</span>] Yes, I have a good
-head. The fowl should be done just right,
-but one never knows when a wild dog may
-come out of the woods.</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>They go out through the big door at the
-back. As they go out <span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span>
-and certain <span class="character-major">Young Kings</span> come
-in at the side door. <span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span>,
-though still young, is a good deal
-older than the others. They are all
-very gaily dressed, and have their
-hair fastened with balls of gold.
-The young men crowd about
-<span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span> with wondering attention.
-</p>
-</div>
-<!-- p080.png/Page 80 -->
-
-<div class="verse"><a class="pagenum" id="Page_80" title="80"></a>
-<div class="speaker">First Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark</div>
-<div class="line">Time after time, but yet you are not weary.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He has slept on the bare ground of Fuad’s Hill</div>
-<div class="line">This week past, waiting for the bulls and the deer.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Well, why should I be weary?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">It is certain</div>
-<div class="line">His father was the god who wheels the sun,</div>
-<div class="line">And not King Sualtam.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">To a <span class="character-major">Young King</span> who is beside him.</span>] He came in the dawn,</div>
-<div class="line">And folded Dectara in a sudden fire.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fourth Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">And yet the mother’s half might well grow weary,</div>
-<div class="line">And it new come from labours over sea.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He has been on islands walled about with silver,</div>
-<div class="line">And fought with giants.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>They gather about the ale vat and
-begin to drink.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Who was it that went out?</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p081.png/Page 81 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_81" title="81"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">As we came in?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">Yes.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Barach and blind Fintain.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">They always flock together; the blind man</div>
-<div class="line">Has need of the fool’s eyesight and strong body,</div>
-<div class="line">While the poor fool has need of the other’s wit,</div>
-<div class="line">And night and day is up to his ears in mischief</div>
-<div class="line">That the blind man imagines. There’s no hen-yard</div>
-<div class="line">But clucks and cackles when he passes by</div>
-<div class="line">As if he’d been a fox. If I’d that ball</div>
-<div class="line">That’s in your hair and the big stone again,</div>
-<div class="line">I’d keep them tossing, though the one is heavy</div>
-<div class="line">And the other light in the hand. A trick I learnt</div>
-<div class="line">When I was learning arms in Aoife’s country.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p082.png/Page 82 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_82" title="82"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What kind of woman was that Aoife?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-24">Comely.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But I have heard that she was never married,</div>
-<div class="line">And yet that’s natural, for I have never known</div>
-<div class="line">A fighting woman, but made her favours cheap,</div>
-<div class="line">Or mocked at love till she grew sandy dry.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">What manner of woman do you like the best?</div>
-<div class="line">A gentle or a fierce?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">A gentle, surely.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I think that a fierce woman’s better, a woman</div>
-<div class="line">That breaks away when you have thought her won,</div>
-<div class="line">For I’d be fed and hungry at one time.</div>
-<div class="line">I think that all deep passion is but a kiss</div>
-<div class="line">In the mid battle, and a difficult peace</div>
-<div class="line">’Twixt oil and water, candles and dark night,</div>
-<div class="line">Hill-side and hollow, the hot-footed sun,</div><!-- p083.png/Page 83 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_83" title="83"></a>
-<div class="line">And the cold sliding slippery-footed moon,</div>
-<div class="line">A brief forgiveness between opposites</div>
-<div class="line">That have been hatreds for three times the age</div>
-<div class="line">Of this long ’stablished ground. Here’s Concobar;</div>
-<div class="line">So I’ll be done, but keep beside me still,</div>
-<div class="line">For while he talks of hammered bronze and asks</div>
-<div class="line">What wood is best for building, we can talk</div>
-<div class="line">Of a fierce woman.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Concobar</span>, a man much older than
-<span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span>, has come in through
-the great door at the back. He has
-many <span class="character-minor">Kings</span> about him. One of
-these <span class="character-minor">Kings</span>, <span class="character-major">Daire</span>, a stout old
-man, is somewhat drunk.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">To one of those about him.</span>] Has the ship gone yet?</div>
-<div class="line">We have need of more bronze workers, and that ship</div>
-<div class="line">I sent to Africa for gold is late.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I knew their talk.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p084.png/Page 84 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_84" title="84"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Seeing <span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span>.</span>] You are before us, King.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">So much the better, for I welcome you</div>
-<div class="line">Into my Muirthemne.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">But who are these?</div>
-<div class="line">The odour from their garments when they stir</div>
-<div class="line">Is like a wind out of an apple garden.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">My swordsmen and harp players and fine dancers,</div>
-<div class="line">My bosom friends.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I should have thought, Cuchullain,</div>
-<div class="line">My graver company would better match</div>
-<div class="line">Your greatness and your years; but I waste breath</div>
-<div class="line">In harping on that tale.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">You do, great King.</div>
-<div class="line">Because their youth is the kind wandering wave</div>
-<div class="line">That carries me about the world; and if it sank,</div><!-- p085.png/Page 85 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_85" title="85"></a>
-<div class="line">My sword would lose its lightness.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-24">Yet, Cuchullain,</div>
-<div class="line">Emain should be the foremost town of the world.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">It is the foremost town.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">No, no, it’s not.</div>
-<div class="line">Nothing but men can make towns great, and he,</div>
-<div class="line">The one over-topping man that’s in the world,</div>
-<div class="line">Keeps far away.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-8">He will not hear you, King,</div>
-<div class="line">And we old men had best keep company</div>
-<div class="line">With one another. I’ll fill the horn for you.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I will not drink, old fool. You have drunk a horn</div>
-<div class="line">At every door we came to.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-18">You’d better drink,</div>
-<div class="line">For old men light upon their youth again</div>
-<div class="line">In the brown ale. When I have drunk enough,</div>
-<div class="line">I am like Cuchullain as one pea another,</div>
-<div class="line">And live like a bird’s flight from tree to tree.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p086.png/Page 86 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_86" title="86"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">We’ll to our chairs for we have much to talk of,</div>
-<div class="line">And we have Ullad and Muirthemne, and here</div>
-<div class="line">Is Conall Muirthemne in the nick of time.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>He goes to the back of stage to welcome
-a company of <span class="character-minor">Kings</span> who come in
-through the great door. The other
-<span class="character-minor">Kings</span> gradually get into their
-places. <span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span> sits in his
-great chair with certain of the
-young men standing around him.
-Others of the young men, however,
-remain with <span class="character-major">Daire</span> at the ale vat.
-<span class="character-major">Daire</span> holds out the horn of ale to
-one or two of the older <span class="character-minor">Kings</span> as
-they pass him going to their places.
-They pass him by, most of them
-silently refusing.
-</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Will you not drink?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">An Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">Not till the council’s over.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">A Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But I’ll drink, Daire.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p087.png/Page 87 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_87" title="87"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Another Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Fill me a horn too, Daire.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Another Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">If I’d drunk half that you have drunk to-day,</div>
-<div class="line">I’d be upon all fours.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">That would be natural</div>
-<div class="line">When Mother Earth had given you this good milk</div>
-<div class="line">From her great breasts.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">To one of the <span class="character-major">Young Kings</span> beside him.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line indent-14">One is content awhile</div>
-<div class="line">With a soft warm woman who folds up our lives</div>
-<div class="line">In silky network. Then, one knows not why,</div>
-<div class="line">But one’s away after a flinty heart.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">The Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">How long can the net keep us?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">All our lives</div>
-<div class="line">If there are children, and a dozen moons</div>
-<div class="line">If there are none, because a growing child</div>
-<div class="line">Has so much need of watching it can make</div>
-<div class="line">A passion that’s as changeable as the sea</div><!-- p088.png/Page 88 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_88" title="88"></a>
-<div class="line">Change till it holds the wide earth to its heart.</div>
-<div class="line">At least I have heard a father say it, but I</div>
-<div class="line">Being childless do not know it. Come nearer yet;</div>
-<div class="line">Though he is ringing that old silver rod</div>
-<div class="line">We’ll have our own talk out. They cannot hear us.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Concobar</span> who is now seated in his
-great chair, opposite <span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span>,
-beats upon the pillar of the house
-that is nearest to him with a rod
-of silver, till the <span class="character-minor">Kings</span> have become
-silent. <span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span> alone continues
-to talk in a low voice to those about
-him, but not so loud as to disturb
-the silence. <span class="character-major">Concobar</span> rises and
-speaks standing.
-</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I have called you hither, Kings of Ullad, and Kings</div>
-<div class="line">Of Muirthemne and Connall Muirthemne,</div>
-<div class="line">And tributary Kings, for now there is peace—</div><!-- p089.png/Page 89 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_89" title="89"></a>
-<div class="line">It’s time to build up Emain that was burned</div>
-<div class="line">At the outsetting of these wars; for we,</div>
-<div class="line">Being the foremost men, should have high chairs</div>
-<div class="line">And be much stared at and wondered at, and speak</div>
-<div class="line">Out of more laughing overflowing hearts</div>
-<div class="line">Than common men. It is the art of kings</div>
-<div class="line">To make what’s noble nobler in men’s eyes</div>
-<div class="line">By wide uplifted roofs, where beaten gold,</div>
-<div class="line">That’s ruddy with desire, marries pale silver</div>
-<div class="line">Among the shadowing beams; and many a time</div>
-<div class="line">I would have called you hither to this work,</div>
-<div class="line">But always, when I’d all but summoned you,</div>
-<div class="line">Some war or some rebellion would break out.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Where’s Maine Morgor and old Usnach’s children,</div>
-<div class="line">And that high-headed even-walking Queen,</div>
-<div class="line">And many near as great that got their death</div>
-<div class="line">Because you hated peace? I can remember</div>
-<div class="line">The people crying out when Deirdre passed</div><!-- p090.png/Page 90 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_90" title="90"></a>
-<div class="line">And Maine Morgor had a cold gray eye.</div>
-<div class="line">Well, well, I’ll throw this heel-tap on the ground,</div>
-<div class="line">For it may be they are thirsty.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">A King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-20">Be silent, fool.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Another King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> Be silent, Daire.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">Let him speak his mind.</div>
-<div class="line">I have no need to be afraid of ghosts,</div>
-<div class="line">For I have made but necessary wars.</div>
-<div class="line">I warred to strengthen Emain, or because</div>
-<div class="line">When wars are out they marry and beget</div>
-<div class="line">And have their generations like mankind</div>
-<div class="line">And there’s no help for it; but I’m well content</div>
-<div class="line">That they have ended and left the town so great,</div>
-<div class="line">That its mere name shall be in times to come</div>
-<div class="line">Like a great ale vat where the men of the world</div>
-<div class="line">Shall drink no common ale but the hard will,</div><!-- p091.png/Page 91 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_91" title="91"></a>
-<div class="line">The unquenchable hope, the friendliness of the sword.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He takes thin boards on which plans
-have been carved by those about him.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">Give me the building plans, and have you written</div>
-<div class="line">That we—Cuchullain is looking in his shield;</div>
-<div class="line">It may be the pale riders of the wind</div>
-<div class="line">Throw pictures on it, or that Mananan,</div>
-<div class="line">His father’s friend and sometime fosterer,</div>
-<div class="line">Foreknower of all things, has cast a vision,</div>
-<div class="line">Out of the cold dark of the rich sea,</div>
-<div class="line">Foretelling Emain’s greatness.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">No, great King,</div>
-<div class="line">I looked on this out of mere idleness,</div>
-<div class="line">Imagining a far-off country and one</div>
-<div class="line">That held it with a sword, although a woman.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">A woman needs but laugh, or a friend sigh,</div>
-<div class="line">And you’re afar off sounding through the world,</div><!-- p092.png/Page 92 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_92" title="92"></a>
-<div class="line">While I plan Emain’s greatness.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The sound of a trumpet without.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line indent-20">Open the doors!</div>
-<div class="line">I hear a herald’s trumpet, and await,</div>
-<div class="line">It may be, the heavy fleeces of the sea</div>
-<div class="line">And golden and silver apples or ancient crowns</div>
-<div class="line">Long hidden in the well at the World’s End,</div>
-<div class="line">Or glittering garments of the salmon, tributes</div>
-<div class="line">From the Great Plain, or the high people of Sorcha,</div>
-<div class="line">Or the walled garden in the east of the world.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The great door at the back is flung open;
-a <span class="character-minor">Young Man</span>, who is fully armed
-and carries a shield with a woman’s
-head painted on it, stands upon the
-threshold. Behind him are trumpeters.
-He walks into the centre of
-the hall, the trumpeting ceases.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">What is your message?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">I am of Aoife’s army.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p093.png/Page 93 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_93" title="93"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">First King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> Queen Aoife and her army have fallen upon us.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> Out swords! Out swords!</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> They are about the house.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fourth King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> Rush out! Rush out! Before they have fired the thatch.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> Aoife is far away. I am alone.</div>
-<div class="line">I have come alone in the midst of you</div>
-<div class="line">To weigh this sword against Cuchullain’s sword.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>There is a murmur amongst the <span class="character-minor">Kings</span>.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">And are you noble? for if of common seed</div>
-<div class="line">You cannot weigh your sword against his sword</div>
-<div class="line">But in mixed battle.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">I am under bonds</div>
-<div class="line">To tell my name to no man, but it’s noble.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But I would know your name and not your bonds.</div>
-<div class="line">You cannot speak in the Assembly House</div>
-<div class="line">If you are not noble.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p094.png/Page 94 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_94" title="94"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">A King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">Answer the High King.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> [<span class="stage-direction">Drawing his sword.</span>] I will give no other proof than the hawk gives</div>
-<div class="line">That it’s no sparrow.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He is silent a moment, then speaks to all.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line indent-12">Yet look upon me, Kings;</div>
-<div class="line">I too am of that ancient seed and carry</div>
-<div class="line">The signs about this body and in these bones.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">To have shown the hawk’s gray feather is enough,</div>
-<div class="line">And you speak highly too.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span> comes down from his great
-chair. He remains standing on the
-steps of the chair. The <span class="character-minor">Young
-Kings</span> gather about him and begin
-to arm him.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line indent-16">Give me that helmet!</div>
-<div class="line">I’d thought they had grown weary sending champions.</div>
-<div class="line">That leathern coat will do. The High King there</div><!-- p095.png/Page 95 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_95" title="95"></a>
-<div class="line">Being old in wisdom can think of times to come,</div>
-<div class="line">But the hawk’s sleepy till its well-beloved</div>
-<div class="line">Cries out amid the acorns, or it has seen</div>
-<div class="line">Its enemy like a speck upon the sun.</div>
-<div class="line">What’s Emain to the hawk when that clear eye</div>
-<div class="line">Is burning nearer up in the high air?</div>
-<div class="line">That buckle should be tighter. Give me your shield.</div>
-<div class="line">There is good level ground at Baile’s Yew-tree,</div>
-<div class="line">Some dozen yards from here, and it’s but truth</div>
-<div class="line">That I am sad to-day and this fight welcome.</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He looks hard at the <span class="character-minor">Young Man</span>, and
-then steps down on the floor of the
-Assembly House. He grasps the
-<span class="character-minor">Young Man</span> by the shoulder.
-</p>
-
-<div class="line">Hither into the light.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Turning to one of the <span class="character-minor">Young Kings</span>.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line indent-14">The very tint</div>
-<div class="line">Of her that I was speaking of but now:</div><!-- p096.png/Page 96 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_96" title="96"></a>
-<div class="line">Not a pin’s difference.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>To the <span class="character-minor">Young Man</span>.</p>
-
-
-<div class="line indent-14">You are from the North,</div>
-<div class="line">Where there are many that have that tint of hair,</div>
-<div class="line">Red-brown, the light red-brown. Come nearer, boy!</div>
-<div class="line">For I would have another look at you.</div>
-<div class="line">There’s more likeness, a pale, a stone pale cheek.</div>
-<div class="line">What brought you, boy? Have you no fear of death?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> Whether I live or die is in the Gods’ hands.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">That is all words, all words, a young man’s talk;</div>
-<div class="line">I am their plough, their harrow, their very strength,</div>
-<div class="line">For he that’s in the sun begot this body</div>
-<div class="line">Upon a mortal woman, and I have heard tell</div>
-<div class="line">It seemed as if he had outrun the moon,</div>
-<div class="line">That he must always follow through waste heaven,</div>
-<div class="line">He loved so happily. He’ll be but slow</div><!-- p097.png/Page 97 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_97" title="97"></a>
-<div class="line">To break a tree that was so sweetly planted.</div>
-<div class="line">Let’s see that arm; I’ll see it if I like.</div>
-<div class="line">That arm had a good father and a good mother,</div>
-<div class="line">But it is not like this.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">You are mocking me.</div>
-<div class="line">You think I am not worthy to be fought,</div>
-<div class="line">But I’ll not wrangle but with this talkative knife.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Put up your sword, I am not mocking you.</div>
-<div class="line">I’d have you for my friend, but if it’s not</div>
-<div class="line">Because you have a hot heart and a cold eye</div>
-<div class="line">I cannot tell the reason. You’ve got her fierceness,</div>
-<div class="line">And nobody is as fierce as those pale women.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>To the <span class="character-minor">Young Kings</span>.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">We’ll keep him here in Muirthemne awhile.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">A Young King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">You are the leader of our pack and therefore</div>
-<div class="line">May cry what you will.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">You’ll stop with us</div><!-- p098.png/Page 98 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_98" title="98"></a>
-<div class="line">And we will hunt the deer and the wild bulls,</div>
-<div class="line">And, when we have grown weary, light our fires</div>
-<div class="line">In sandy places where the wool-white foam</div>
-<div class="line">Is murmuring and breaking, and it may be</div>
-<div class="line">That long-haired women will come out of the dunes</div>
-<div class="line">To dance in the yellow fire-light. You hang your head,</div>
-<div class="line">Young man, as if it was not a good life;</div>
-<div class="line">And yet what’s better than to hurl the spear,</div>
-<div class="line">And hear the long-remembering harp, and dance?</div>
-<div class="line">Friendship grows quicker in the murmuring dark;</div>
-<div class="line">But I can see there’s no more need for words</div>
-<div class="line">And that you’ll be my friend now.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">Concobar,</div>
-<div class="line">Forbid their friendship, for it will get twisted</div>
-<div class="line">To a reproach against us.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-16">Until now</div>
-<div class="line">I’d never need to cry Cuchullain on</div><!-- p099.png/Page 99 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_99" title="99"></a>
-<div class="line">And would not now.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">They’ll say his manhood’s quenched.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I’ll give you gifts, but I’ll have something too,</div>
-<div class="line">An arm-ring or the like, and if you will</div>
-<div class="line">We’ll fight it out when you are older, boy.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">An Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Aoife will make some story out of this.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Well, well, what matter, I’ll have that arm-ring, boy.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> There is no man I’d sooner have my friend</div>
-<div class="line">Than you whose name has gone about the world</div>
-<div class="line">As if it had been the wind, but Aoife’d say</div>
-<div class="line">I had turned coward.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">I’ll give you gifts</div>
-<div class="line">That Aoife’ll know and all her people know</div>
-<div class="line">To have been my gifts. Mananan, son of the sea,</div>
-<div class="line">Gave me this heavy embroidered cloak. Nine Queens</div><!-- p100.png/Page 100 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_100" title="100"></a>
-<div class="line">Of the Land-under-Wave had woven it</div>
-<div class="line">Out of the fleeces of the sea. O! tell her</div>
-<div class="line">I was afraid, or tell her what you will.</div>
-<div class="line">No! tell her that I heard a raven croak</div>
-<div class="line">On the north side of the house and was afraid.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">An Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Some witch of the air has troubled Cuchullain’s mind.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">No witchcraft, his head is like a woman’s head</div>
-<div class="line">I had a fancy for.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">A witch of the air</div>
-<div class="line">Can make a leaf confound us with memories.</div>
-<div class="line">They have gone to school to learn the trick of it.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">But there’s no trick in this. That arm-ring, boy.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He shall not go unfought, I’ll fight with him.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fourth Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">No! I will fight with him.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">First Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I claim the fight,</div>
-<div class="line">For when we sent an army to her land——</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p101.png/Page 101 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_101" title="101"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I claim the fight, for one of Aoife’s galleys</div>
-<div class="line">Stole my great cauldron and a herd of pigs.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third Old King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">No, no, I claim it, for at Lammas’ time——</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Back! Back! Put up your swords! Put up your swords!</div>
-<div class="line">There’s none alive that shall accept a challenge</div>
-<div class="line">I have refused. Laegaire, put up your sword.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> No, let them come, let any three together.</div>
-<div class="line">If they’ve a mind to, I’ll try it out with four.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">That’s spoken as I’d spoken it at your age,</div>
-<div class="line">But you are in my house. Whatever man</div>
-<div class="line">Would fight with you shall fight it out with me.</div>
-<div class="line">They’re dumb. They’re dumb. How many of you would meet</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>Drawing his sword.</p>
-<!-- p102.png/Page 102 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_102" title="102"></a>
-
-
-<div class="line">This mutterer, this old whistler, this sandpiper,</div>
-<div class="line">This edge that’s grayer than the tide, this mouse</div>
-<div class="line">That’s gnawing at the timbers of the world,</div>
-<div class="line">This, this—Boy, I would meet them all in arms</div>
-<div class="line">If I’d a son like you. He would avenge me</div>
-<div class="line">When I have withstood for the last time the men</div>
-<div class="line">Whose fathers, brothers, sons, and friends I have killed</div>
-<div class="line">Upholding Ullad; when the four provinces</div>
-<div class="line">Have gathered with the ravens over them.</div>
-<div class="line">But I’d need no avenger. You and I</div>
-<div class="line">Would scatter them like water from a dish.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> We’ll stand by one another from this out.</div>
-<div class="line">Here is the ring.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">No, turn and turn about,</div>
-<div class="line">But my turn is first, because I am the older.</div><!-- p103.png/Page 103 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_103" title="103"></a>
-<div class="line">Cliodna embroidered these bird wings, but Fand</div>
-<div class="line">Made all these little golden eyes with the hairs</div>
-<div class="line">That she had stolen out of Aengus’ beard,</div>
-<div class="line">And therefore none that has this cloak about him</div>
-<div class="line">Is crossed in love. The heavy inlaid brooch</div>
-<div class="line">That Buan hammered has a merit too.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He begins spreading the cloak out on
-a bench, showing it to the <span class="character-minor">Young
-Man</span>. Suddenly <span class="character-major">Concobar</span> beats
-with his silver rod on a pillar
-beside his chair. All turn towards
-him.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">In a loud voice.</span>] No more of that, I will not have this friendship.</div>
-<div class="line">Cuchullain is my man and I forbid it;</div>
-<div class="line">He shall not go unfought for I myself——</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Seizing <span class="character-major">Concobar</span>.</span>] You shall not stir, High King, I’ll hold you there.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Witchcraft has maddened you.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p104.png/Page 104 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_104" title="104"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">The Kings.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> [<span class="stage-direction">Shouting.</span>] Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">A King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> You saw another’s head upon his shoulders</div>
-<div class="line">All of a sudden, a woman’s head, Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="line">Then raised your hand against the King of Ullad.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Letting <span class="character-major">Concobar</span> go, and looking wildly about him.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">Yes, yes, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Why, there’s no witchcraft in it, I myself</div>
-<div class="line">Have made a hundred of these sudden friendships</div>
-<div class="line">And fought it out next day. But that was folly,</div>
-<div class="line">For now that I am old I know it is best</div>
-<div class="line">To live in comfort.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">A King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">Pull the fool away!</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">I’ll throw a heel-tap to the one that dies.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Concobar.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Some witch is floating in the air above us.</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p105.png/Page 105 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_105" title="105"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft and the power of witchcraft.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>To the <span class="character-minor">Young Man</span>.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">Why did you do it? was it Calatin’s daughters?</div>
-<div class="line">Out, out, I say, for now it’s sword on sword.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Young Man.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> But, but, I did not.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Out, I say, out, out!</div>
-<div class="line">Sword upon sword.</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He goes towards the door at back,
-followed by <span class="character-minor">Young Man</span>. He
-turns on the threshold and cries
-out, looking at the <span class="character-minor">Young Man</span>.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">That hair my hands were drowned in!</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He goes out, followed by <span class="character-minor">Young Man</span>.
-The other <span class="character-minor">Kings</span> begin to follow
-them out.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">A King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> I saw him fight with Ferdiad.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Second King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-22">We’ll be too late,</div>
-<div class="line">They’re such a long time getting through the door.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Third King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> Run quicker, quicker.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Daire.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-14">I was at the Smith’s</div><!-- p106.png/Page 106 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_106" title="106"></a>
-<div class="line">When he that was the boy Setanta then——</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Sound, of fighting outside.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Third King.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line"> He will have killed him.</div>
-<div class="line">They have begun the fight!</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>They all go out, leaving the house silent
-and empty. There is a pause during
-which one hears the clashing of the
-swords. <span class="character-major">Barach</span> and <span class="character-major">Fintain</span> come
-in from side door. <span class="character-major">Barach</span> is dragging
-<span class="character-major">Fintain</span>.
-</p>
-</div><!-- end verse -->
-
-<div class="prose">
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>You have eaten it, you have
-eaten it, you have left me nothing but the
-bones.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>O, that I should have to endure
-such a plague. O, I ache all over. O, I am
-pulled in pieces. This is the way you pay
-me for all the good I have done you!</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>You have eaten it, you have told
-me lies about a wild dog. Nobody has seen
-a wild dog about the place this twelve month.
-Lie there till the Kings come. O, I will tell
-Concobar and Cuchullain and all the Kings
-about you!</p>
-<!-- p107.png/Page 107 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_107" title="107"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>What would have happened to
-you but for me, and you without your wits?
-If I did not take care of you what would
-you do for food and warmth?
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>You take care of me? You stay
-safe and send me into every kind of danger.
-You sent me down the cliff for gull’s eggs
-while you warmed your blind eyes in the
-sun. And then you ate all that were good
-for food. You left me the eggs that were
-neither egg nor bird. [<span class="stage-direction">The blind man tries
-to rise. <span class="character-major">Barach</span> makes him lie down again.</span>]
-Keep quiet now till I shut the door. There
-is some noise outside. There are swords
-crossing; a high vexing noise so that I can’t
-be listening to myself. [<span class="stage-direction">He goes to the big
-door at the back and shuts it.</span>] Why can’t
-they be quiet, why can’t they be quiet! Ah,
-you would get away, would you? [<span class="stage-direction">He
-follows the blind man who has been crawling
-along the wall and makes him lie down close
-to the <span class="character-major">King’s</span> chair.</span>] Lie there, lie there.
-No, you won’t get away. Lie there till the<!-- p108.png/Page 108 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_108" title="108"></a>
-Kings come, I’ll tell them all about you. I
-shall tell it all. How you sit warming yourself,
-when you have made me light a fire of
-sticks, while I sit blowing it with my mouth.
-Do you not always make me take the windy
-side of the bush when it blows and the rainy
-side when it rains?
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>O good fool, listen to me. Think
-of the care I have taken of you. I have
-brought you to many a warm hearth, where
-there was a good welcome for you, but
-you would not stay there, you were always
-wandering about.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>The last time you brought me
-in, it was not I who wandered away, but
-you that got put out because you took the
-crubeen out of the pot, when you thought
-nobody was looking. Keep quiet now, keep
-quiet till I shut the door. Here is Cuchullain,
-now you will be beaten. I am going to
-tell him everything.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>[<span class="stage-direction">Comes in and says to the
-fool.</span>] Give me that horn.
-</p>
-<!-- p109.png/Page 109 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_109" title="109"></a>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The fool gives him a horn which
-<span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span> fills with ale and
-drinks.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Do not listen to him, listen to
-me.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>What are you wrangling
-over?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>He is fat and good for nothing.
-He has left me the bones and the feathers.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>What feathers?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>I left him turning a fowl at the
-fire. He ate it all. He left me nothing but
-the bones and feathers.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Do not believe him. You do
-not know how vain this fool is. I gave him
-the feathers, because I thought he would
-like nothing so well.</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span><span class="character-major">Barach</span> is sitting on a bench playing
-with a heap of feathers, which he
-has taken out of the breast of his
-coat.
-</p>
-</div><!-- /prose -->
-
-<div class="verse">
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Singing.</span>] When you were an
-acorn on the tree top——</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p110.png/Page 110 -->
-
-<div class="prose">
-<a class="pagenum" id="Page_110" title="110"></a>
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Where would he be but for me?
-I must be always thinking, thinking to get
-food for the two of us, and when we’ve
-got it, if the moon’s at the full or the tide
-on the turn, he’ll leave the rabbit in its
-snare till it is full of maggots, or let the
-trout slip through his hands back into the
-water.</p>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="verse">
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Singing.</span>] When you were an acorn on the tree top,</div>
-<div class="line">Then was I an eagle cock;</div>
-<div class="line">Now that you are a withered old block,</div>
-<div class="line">Still am I an eagle cock!</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-
-<div class="prose">
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Listen to him now! That’s the
-sort of talk I have to put up with, day out
-day in.</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>The fool is putting the feathers into
-his hair. <span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span> takes a
-handful of feathers out of the heap
-and out of the fool’s hair, and
-begins to wipe the blood from his
-sword with them.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>He has taken my feathers to<!-- p111.png/Page 111 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_111" title="111"></a>
-wipe his sword. It is blood that he is wiping
-from his sword!</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Whose blood? Whose blood?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>That young champion’s.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>He that came out of Aoife’s
-country?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>The Kings are standing
-round his body.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Did he fight long?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>He thought to have saved
-himself with witchcraft.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>That blind man there said he
-would kill you. He came from Aoife’s
-country to kill you. That blind man said
-they had taught him every kind of weapon
-that he might do it. But I always knew
-that you would kill him.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>[<span class="stage-direction">To the blind man.</span>] You
-knew him, then?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>I saw him when I had my eyes,
-in Aoife’s country.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>You were in Aoife’s country?</p>
-<!-- p112.png/Page 112 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_112" title="112"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>I knew him and his mother
-there.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>He was about to speak of
-her when he died.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>He was a Queen’s son.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>What Queen, what Queen?
-[<span class="stage-direction">He seizes the blind man.</span>] Was it Scathach?
-There were many Queens. All the rulers
-were Queens.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>No, not Scathach.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>It was Uathach, then. Speak,
-speak!</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>I cannot speak, you are clutching
-me too tightly. [<span class="stage-direction"><span class="character-major">Cuchullain</span> lets him
-go.</span>] I cannot remember who it was. I am
-not certain. It was some Queen.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>He said a while ago that the
-young man was Aoife’s son.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>She? No, no, she had no
-son when I was there.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>That blind man there said that
-she owned him for her son.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>I had rather he had been<!-- p113.png/Page 113 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_113" title="113"></a>
-some other woman’s son. What father had
-he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an
-amorous woman, a proud, pale amorous
-woman.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>None knew whose son he
-was.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>None knew? Did you know,
-old listener at doors?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>No, no, I knew nothing.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>He said a while ago that he
-heard Aoife boast that she’d never but the
-one lover, and he the only man that had
-overcome her in battle.</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>A pause.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Somebody is trembling. Why
-are you trembling, fool? the bench is shaking,
-why are you trembling? Is Cuchullain
-going to hurt us? It was not I who told
-you, Cuchullain.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>It is Cuchullain who is trembling.
-He is shaking the bench with his
-knees.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<p>He was my son, and I have killed my son.</p>
-<!-- p114.png/Page 114 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_114" title="114"></a>
-
-<p class="stage-direction"><span class="no-italic">[</span>A pause.</p>
-
-</div><!-- end prose -->
-
-
-<div class="verse">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">’Twas they that did it, the pale windy people,</div>
-<div class="line">Where, where, where? My sword against the thunder.</div>
-<div class="line">But no, for they have always been my friends;</div>
-<div class="line">And though they love to blow a smoking coal</div>
-<div class="line">Till it’s all flame, the wars they blow aflame</div>
-<div class="line">Are full of glory, and heart uplifting pride,</div>
-<div class="line">And not like this; the wars they love awaken</div>
-<div class="line">Old fingers and the sleepy strings of harps.</div>
-<div class="line">Who did it then? Are you afraid; speak out,</div>
-<div class="line">For I have put you under my protection</div>
-<div class="line">And will reward you well. Dubthach the Chafer.</div>
-<div class="line">He had an old grudge. No, for he is with Maeve.</div>
-<div class="line">Laegaire did it. Why do you not speak?</div>
-<div class="line">What is this house? [<span class="stage-direction">A pause.</span>] Now I remember all.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">He will kill us. O, I am afraid!</div>
-</div>
-<!-- p115.png/Page 115 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_115" title="115"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">[<span class="stage-direction">Who is before <span class="character-major">Concobar’s</span> chair.</span>]</div>
-<div class="line">’Twas you who did it, you who sat up there</div>
-<div class="line">With that old branch of silver, like a magpie</div>
-<div class="line">Nursing a stolen spoon. Magpie, magpie,</div>
-<div class="line">A maggot that is eating up the earth!</div>
-
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Begins hacking at the chair with his
-sword.
-</p>
-
-
-<div class="line">No, but a magpie, for he’s flown away.</div>
-<div class="line">Where did he fly to?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-12">He is outside the door.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Outside the door?</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line indent-10">He is under Baile’s yew-tree.</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="speaker">Cuchullain.</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="line">Concobar, Concobar, the sword into your heart.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>He goes out. A pause. The fool goes
-to the great door at back and looks
-out after him.
-</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="prose">
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>He is going up to King Concobar;
-they are all under the tree. No, no,
-he is standing still. There is a great wave
-going to break and he is looking at it. Ah!<!-- p116.png/Page 116 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_116" title="116"></a>
-now he is running down to the sea, but he
-is holding up his sword as if he were going
-into a fight. [<span class="stage-direction">A pause.</span>] Well struck, well
-struck!</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>What is he doing now?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>Oh! he is fighting the waves.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>He sees King Concobar’s crown
-on every one of them.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>There, he has struck at a big
-one. He has struck the crown off it, he has
-made the foam fly. There again another big
-one.</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>Shouting without.
-</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Where are the Kings? What
-are the Kings doing?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>They are shouting and running
-down to the shore, and the people are
-running out of the houses, they are all
-running.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>You say they are running out of
-the houses, there will be nobody left in the
-houses. Listen, fool.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>There, he is down! He is up
-again! He is going out into the deep water.</p>
-<!-- p117.png/Page 117 --><a class="pagenum" id="Page_117" title="117"></a>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>Come here, fool; come here, I
-say.</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Barach.</div>
-<p>[<span class="stage-direction">Coming towards him but looking
-backward towards the door.</span>] What is it?</p>
-
-<div class="speaker">Fintain.</div>
-<p>There will be nobody in the
-houses. Come this way, come quickly; the
-ovens will be full; we will put our hands
-into the ovens.</p>
-
-<p class="stage-direction">
-<span class="no-italic">[</span>They go out.
-</p>
-</div><!-- end prose -->
-
-
-<hr />
-<!-- p118.png/[Page 118] -->
-
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-<img src="images/colophon.jpg" height="200" width="143" alt="Publisher's colophon" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="publisher">CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.<br />
-TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.</div>
-
-<div id="transcriber-note">
-<div class="center">Transcriber's Note:</div>
-
-<p>Punctuation has been standardised. Spelling and hyphenation have been preserved as printed.</p>
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-<p>The cover included for the EPUB and MOBI versions
-was made by the transcriber and has been placed in the public domain.</p>
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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand, by
-William Butler Yeats
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-Title: The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand
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-Author: William Butler Yeats
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-_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._
-
- THE SECRET ROSE.
- THE CELTIC TWILIGHT.
- POEMS.
- THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS.
- THE SHADOWY WATERS.
- IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.
-
-
-
-
-PLAYS FOR AN IRISH THEATRE
-
-VOLUME III.
-
-
-
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD:
- AND
- ON BAILE'S STRAND:
-
- BEING VOLUME THREE OF PLAYS
- FOR AN IRISH THEATRE:
-
- BY W. B. YEATS
-
-
- LONDON: A. H. BULLEN,
- 47, GREAT RUSSELL STREET, W.C.
- 1904
-
- CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
- TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.
-
-
-
-
-NOTE
-
-
-Both these plays have been written for Mr. Fay's "Irish National
-Theatre." "The King's Threshold" was played in October, 1903, and "On
-Baile's Strand" will be played in February or March, 1904. Both are
-founded on Old Irish Prose Romances, but I have borrowed some ideas for
-the arrangement of my subject in "The King's Threshold" from "Sancan the
-Bard," a play published by Mr. Edwin Ellis some ten years ago.
-
- W. B. Y.
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS
-
-
- PAGE
-
- THE KING'S THRESHOLD 1
-
- ON BAILE'S STRAND 67
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD
-
-
-
-
-LIST OF CHARACTERS
-
- KING GUAIRE.
- THE CHAMBERLAIN OF KING GUAIRE.
- A Soldier.
- A Monk.
- THE MAYOR OF KINVARA.
- A Cripple.
- Another Cripple.
- AILEEN, } Ladies of the Court.
- ESSA, }
- PRINCESS BUAN.
- PRINCESS FINNHUA, her Sister.
- FEDELM, Seanchan's Sweetheart.
- CIAN, } Servants of Seanchan.
- BRIAN, }
- SENIAS, } Pupils of Seanchan.
- ARIAS, }
- SEANCHAN (pronounced Shanahan), Chief Poet of Ireland.
-
- Pupils, Courtiers.
-
-
-
-
-A PROLOGUE.[1]
-
- Footnote 1: Written for the first production of "The King's
- Threshold" in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the smallness
- of the company, nobody could be spared to speak it.
-
-
- _An OLD MAN with a red dressing-gown, red slippers and red
- nightcap, holding a brass candlestick with a guttering candle in it,
- comes on from side of stage and goes in front of the dull green
- curtain._
-
-_Old Man._ I've got to speak the prologue. [_He shuffles on a few
-steps._] My nephew, who is one of the play actors, came to me, and I in
-my bed, and my prayers said, and the candle put out, and he told me
-there were so many characters in this new play, that all the company
-were in it, whether they had been long or short at the business, and
-that there wasn't one left to speak the prologue. Wait a bit, there's a
-draught here. [_He pulls the curtain closer together._] That's better.
-And that's why I'm here, and maybe I'm a fool for my pains.
-
-And my nephew said, there are a good many plays to be played for you,
-some to-night and some on other nights through the winter, and the most
-of them are simple enough, and tell out their story to the end. But as
-to the big play you are to see to-night, my nephew taught me to say what
-the poet had taught him to say about it. [_Puts down candlestick and
-puts right finger on left thumb._] First, he who told the story of
-Seanchan on King Guaire's threshold long ago in the old books told it
-wrongly, for he was a friend of the king, or maybe afraid of the king,
-and so he put the king in the right. But he that tells the story now,
-being a poet, has put the poet in the right.
-
-And then [_touches other finger_] I am to say: Some think it would be a
-finer tale if Seanchan had died at the end of it, and the king had the
-guilt at his door, for that might have served the poet's cause better in
-the end. But that is not true, for if he that is in the story but a
-shadow and an image of poetry had not risen up from the death that
-threatened him, the ending would not have been true and joyful enough to
-be put into the voices of players and proclaimed in the mouths of
-trumpets, and poetry would have been badly served.
-
- [_He takes up the candlestick again._
-
-And as to what happened Seanchan after, my nephew told me he didn't
-know, and the poet didn't know, and it's likely there's nobody that
-knows. But my nephew thinks he never sat down at the king's table again,
-after the way he had been treated, but that he went to some quiet green
-place in the hills with Fedelm, his sweetheart, where the poor people
-made much of him because he was wise, and where he made songs and
-poems, and it's likely enough he made some of the old songs and the old
-poems the poor people on the hillsides are saying and singing to-day.
-
- [_A trumpet-blast._
-
-Well, it's time for me to be going. That trumpet means that the curtain
-is going to rise, and after a while the stage there will be filled up
-with great ladies and great gentlemen, and poets, and a king with a
-crown on him, and all of them as high up in themselves with the pride of
-their youth and their strength and their fine clothes as if there was no
-such thing in the world as cold in the shoulders, and speckled shins,
-and the pains in the bones and the stiffness in the joints that make an
-old man that has the whole load of the world on him ready for his bed.
-
- [_He begins to shuffle away, and then stops._
-
-And it would be better for me, that nephew of mine to be thinking less
-of his play-acting, and to have remembered to boil down the knap-weed
-with a bit of three-penny sugar, for me to be wetting my throat with
-now and again through the night, and drinking a sup to ease the pains in
-my bones.
-
- [_He goes out at side of stage._
-
-
-
-
-THE KING'S THRESHOLD.
-
-
- SCENE: _Steps before the Palace of KING GUAIRE at Gort. A table in
- front of steps to right with food on it. SEANCHAN lying on steps to
- left. PUPILS before steps. KING on top of steps at centre._
-
- _King._ I welcome you that have the mastery
- Of the two kinds of music; the one kind
- Being like a woman, the other like a man;
- Both you that understand stringed instruments,
- And how to mingle words and notes together
- So artfully, that all the art is but speech
- Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
- The long twisted horn and understand
- The heady notes that being without words
- Can hurry beyond time and fate and change;
- For the high angels that drive the horse of time,
- The golden one by day, by night the silver,
- Are not more welcome to one that loves the world
- For some fair woman's sake.
-
- I have called you hither
- To save the life of your great master, Seanchan,
- For all day long it has flamed up or flickered
- To the fast-cooling hearth.
-
- _Senias._ When did he sicken?
- Is it a fever that is wasting him?
-
- _King._ He did not sicken, but three days ago
- He said he would not eat, and lay down there
- And has not eaten since. Till yesterday
- I thought that hunger and weakness had been enough,
- But finding them too trifling and too light
- To hold his mouth from biting at the grave
- I called you hither, and have called others yet.
- The girl he is to wed at harvest-time,
- That should be of all living the most dear,
- Is coming from the South, and had I known
- Of any other neighbours or good friends
- That might persuade him, I had brought them hither,
- Even though I'd to ransack the world for them.
-
- _Senias._ What was it put him to this work, High King?
-
- _King._ You will call it no great matter. Three days ago
- I yielded to the outcry of my courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law,
- Who long had thought it against their dignity
- For a mere man of words to sit among them
- At my own table; and when the meal was spread
- I ordered Seanchan to good company,
- But to a lower table; and when he pleaded
- The poet's right, established when the world
- Was first established, I said that I was King
- And made and unmade rights at my own pleasure.
- And that it was the men who ruled the world,
- And not the men who sang to it, who should sit
- Where there was the most honour. My courtiers,
- Bishops, soldiers, and makers of the law
- Shouted approval, and amid that noise
- Seanchan went out, and from that hour to this,
- Although there is good food and drink beside him,
- Has eaten nothing. If a man is wronged,
- Or thinks that he is wronged, and will lie down
- Upon another's threshold until he dies,
- The common people for all time to come
- Will raise a heavy cry against that threshold,
- Even though it is the King's. He lies there now
- Perishing; he is calling against my majesty,
- That old custom that has no meaning in it,
- And as he perishes, my name in the world
- Is perishing also. I cannot give way
- Because I am King, because if I give way
- My nobles would call me a weakling, and it may be
- The very throne be shaken; but should you
- That are his friends speak to him and persuade him
- To turn his mouth from the ill-savouring grave
- And eat good food, he shall not lack my favour;
- For I will give plough-land and grazing-land,
- Or all but anything he has set his heart on.
- It is not all because of my good name
- I'd have him live, for I have found him a man
- That might well hit the fancy of a king
- Banished out of his country, or a woman's,
- Or any other's that can judge a man
- For what he is. But I that sit a throne,
- And take my measure from the needs of the state,
- Call his wild thought that over-runs the measure,
- Making words more than deeds, and his proud will
- That would unsettle all, most mischievous,
- And he himself a most mischievous man.
-
- _Senias._ King, whether you did right or wrong in this
- Let the King say, for all that I need say
- Is that there's nothing that cries out for death
- In the withholding of that ancient right,
- And that I will persuade him. Your own words
- Had been enough persuasion were it not
- That he is lost in dreams that hunger makes,
- And therefore heedless, or lost in heedless sleep.
-
- _King._ I leave him to your love, that it may promise
- Plough-lands and grass-lands, jewels and silken wear,
- Or anything but that old right of the poets.
-
- [_He goes out. The PUPILS, who have been standing perfectly quiet,
- all turn towards SEANCHAN, and move a step nearer._
-
- _Senias._ The King did wrong to abrogate our right,
- But Seanchan, who talks of dying for it,
- Talks foolishly. Look at us, Seanchan,
- Waken out of your dream and look at us,
- Who have ridden under the moon and all the day,
- Until the moon has all but come again,
- That we might be beside you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN turns half round leaning on his elbow, and speaks as if
- in a dream._
-
- _Seanchan._ I was but now
- At Almhuin, in a great high-raftered house,
- With Finn and Osgar. Odours of roast flesh
- Rose round me and I saw the roasting spits,
- And then the dream was broken, and I saw
- Grania dividing salmon by a pool,
- And then I was awakened by your voice.
-
- _Senias._ It is your hunger that makes you dream of flesh
- Roasting, and for your hunger I could weep;
- And yet the hunger of the crane that starves
- Because the moonlight glittering on the pool
- And flinging a pale shadow has made it shy,
- Seems to me little more fantastical
- Than this that's blown into so great a trouble.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Who has turned away again._]
- There is much truth in that, for all things change
- At times, as if the moonlight altered them,
- And my mind alters as if it were the crane's;
- For when the heavy body has grown weak
- There's nothing that can tether the wild mind
- That being moonstruck and fantastical
- Goes where it fancies. I had even thought
- I knew your voice and face, but now the words
- Are so unlikely that I needs must ask
- Who is it that bids me put my hunger by?
-
- _Senias._ I am your oldest pupil, Seanchan;
- The one that has been with you many years,
- So many that you said at Candlemas
- That I had almost done with school, and knew
- All but all that poets understand.
-
- _Seanchan._ My oldest pupil. No, that cannot be;
- For it is someone of the courtly crowds
- That have been round about me from sunrise
- And I am tricked by dreams, but I'll refute them.
- I asked the pupil that I loved the best,
- At Candlemas, why poetry is honoured,
- Wishing to know how he'd defend our craft
- In distant lands among strange churlish Kings.
- And he'd an answer.
-
- _Senias._ I said the poets hung
- Images of the life that was in Eden
- About the childbed of the world, that it,
- Looking upon those images, might bear
- Triumphant children; but why must I stand here
- Repeating an old lesson while you starve?
-
- _Seanchan._ Tell on, for I begin to know the voice;
- What evil thing will come upon the world
- If the arts perish?
-
- _Senias._ If the arts should perish
- The world that lacked them would be like a woman
- That looking on the cloven lips of a hare
- Brings forth a hare-lipped child.
-
- _Seanchan._ But that's not all.
- For when I asked you how a man should guard
- Those images you had an answer also,
- If you're the man that you have claimed to be,
- Comparing them to venerable things
- God gave to men before he gave them wheat.
-
- _Senias._ I answered, and the word was half your own,
- That he should guard them, as the men of Dea
- Guard their four treasures, as the Grail King guards
- His holy cup, or the pale righteous horse
- The jewel that is underneath his horn,
- Pouring out life for it, as one pours out
- Sweet heady wine--but now I understand
- You would refute me out of my own mouth;
- And yet a place at table near the King
- Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan.
- How does so light a thing touch poetry?
-
- [_SEANCHAN is now sitting up. He still looks dreamily in front of
- him._
-
- _Seanchan._ At Candlemas you called this poetry
- One of the fragile mighty things of God
- That die at an insult.
-
- _Senias._ [_To other PUPILS._] Give me some true answer.
- For on that day we spoke about the court
- And said that all that was insulted there
- The world insulted, for the courtly life,
- Being the first comely child of the world,
- Is the world's model. How shall I answer him?
- Can you not give me some true argument?
- I will not tempt him with a lying one.
-
- _Arias._ [_Throwing himself at SEANCHAN'S feet._]
- Why did you take me from my father's fields?
- If you would leave me now, what shall I love?
- Where shall I go, what shall I set my hand to?
- And why have you put music in my ears
- If you would send me to the clattering houses?
- I will throw down the trumpet and the harp,
- For how could I sing verses or make music
- With none to praise me and a broken heart?
-
- _Seanchan._ What was it that the poets promised you
- If it was not their sorrow? Do not speak.
- Have I not opened school on these bare steps,
- And are not you the youngest of my scholars?
- And I would have all know that when all falls
- In ruin, poetry calls out in joy,
- Being the scattering hand, the bursting pod,
- The victim's joy among the holy flame,
- God's laughter at the shattering of the world,
- And now that joy laughs out and weeps and burns
- On these bare steps.
-
- _Arias._ O Master, do not die.
-
- [_Three men come in. CIAN and BRIAN, old men carrying basket with
- food, and MAYOR OF KINVARA. They stand at the side listening._
-
- _Senias._ Trouble him with no useless argument.
- Be silent; there is nothing we can do
- Except find out the King and kneel to him
- And beg our ancient right. These three have come
- To say whatever we could say and more,
- And fare as badly. Come, boy, that's no use;
-
- [_He lifts the BOY up._
-
- If it seem well that we beseech the King,
- Lay down your harps and trumpets on the stones
- In silence and come with me silently.
- Come with slow footfalls and bow all your heads,
- For a bowed head becomes a mourner best.
-
- [_They lay the harps and trumpets down one by one and then go out
- very solemnly and slowly, following one another._
-
- _Cian._ Let's show the food that's in the basket.
-
- _Mayor._ [_Who carries an Ogham stick._] No,
- I must get through my speech or I'll forget it;
- Besides, there is no reason why he'd eat
- Till he has heard my reasons.
-
- _Cian._ It were better
- To show what we have brought him in the basket,
- For we have nothing that he has not liked
- From boyhood.
-
- _Brian._ For we have not brought kings' food
- That's cooked for everybody and nobody.
-
- _Mayor._ You are not showing right respect to me,
- Or to the people of Kinvara, when you wish
- That something else should come before my message.
-
- _Seanchan._ What brings you here? I never sent for you.
-
- _Cian._ He must be famishing, he looks so pale.
- We had better get the food out first. I tell you,
- That we have brought the things he likes the best.
-
- _Mayor._ No, no; I lost a word at every cross road
- And maybe if I do not speak it now
- I'll have forgot it.
-
- _Cian._ Well, out with it quickly.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why, what's this foolery?
-
- _Mayor._ No foolery;
- A message from the richest, best born townsman
- Of your own town, and from your aged father.
-
- _Cian._ Run through it while I am getting out the food.
-
- _Mayor._ How was I to begin? What was the word
- That was to keep it in my memory?
- Wait, I have notched it on this Ogham stick.
- "Chief poet," "Ireland," "Townsman"; that is it.
- Chief poet of Ireland, when we heard that trouble
- Had come between you and the King of Ireland
- It plunged us in deep sorrow, part for you,
- Our honoured townsman, part for our good town.
- The King was said to be most friendly to us,
- And we had reasons, as you'll recollect,
- For thinking that he was about to give
- Those grazing lands inland we so much need,
- Being pinched between the water and the rocks.
- But now his friendliness being ill repaid
- Will be turned from us and our town get nothing.
- But there was something else--I'll find the word
- That was to keep it in my memory.
- "Pride"--that's the word,--we would not have you think,
- Weighty as these considerations are,
- That they have been as weighty in our minds
- As our desire that one we take much pride in,
- A man who has been an honour to our town,
- Should live and prosper, therefore we beseech you
- To give way in a matter of no moment,
- A matter of mere sentiment, a trifle,
- That we may always keep our pride in you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Their pride, their pride, what do they know of pride?
- My pupils do not know it, for they beg
- From the King's favour what is theirs by right,
- And how can men, that God has made so weak
- They need a rich man's favour every day,
- Know anything of pride?
-
- _Cian._ [_To MAYOR._] You have spoken it wrongly.
- You have forgotten something out of it about the cattle dying.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you do not know, being much away,
- How many of our cattle died last winter
- From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness
- Because the poor had nothing but salt fish
- To live upon. The people all came out
- And stood about the doors as I went by.
-
- _Seanchan._ What would you have of me?
- For there are men that shall be born at last
- And find sweet nurture that they may have voices
- Even in anger like the strings of harps.
- Yet how could they be born to majesty
- If I had never made the golden cradle?
-
- _Mayor._ What is it? "Father"--"Mother"; that is it;
- Your father sends this message.
-
- _Cian._ He is listening.
-
- _Mayor._ He says that he is old and that he needs you,
- And that the people will be pointing at him
- And he not able to lift up his head
- If you should turn the King's favour away.
- And he adds to it, that he cared you well,
- And you in your young age, and that it's right
- That you should care him now.
-
- _Cian._ And when he spoke
- He cried because the stiffness of his bones
- Prevented him from coming.
-
- _Mayor._ But your mother
- Has sent no message, for when they had told her
- The way it is between you and the King
- She said, "No message can do any good,
- He will not send the answer that you want;
- We cannot change him," and she went indoors,
- Lay down upon her bed and turned her face
- Out of the light. And thereupon your father
- Said, "Tell him how she is, and that she sends
- No message." I have nothing more to say.
- Cian and Brian, you can set out the food.
-
- [_He sits down on steps. SEANCHAN is silent._
-
- _Mayor._ I have a horse waiting outside the town
- To bring me home, and all the neighbours wait
- Your answer. What answer am I to bring?
-
- _Seanchan._ Give them my answer--no, I have no answer:
- My mother knew it.
-
- _Mayor._ Maybe you have forgotten
- That all our fields are so heaped up with stones
- That the goats famish, and the mowers mow
- With knives, and that the King half promised us----
-
- _Seanchan._ Thrust that old cloak of yours into your mouth
- Till it's done gabbling.
-
- _Mayor._ But----
-
- _Cian._ You have said enough;
- I knew that you would never speak it right.
-
- _Seanchan._ Our mothers know us, they know us to the bone,
- They knew us before birth, and that is why
- They know us even better than the sweethearts
- Upon whose breasts we have lain.
-
- _Brian._ We have brought your honour
- The food that you have always liked the best,
- Young pigeons from Kinvara, and watercress
- Out of the stream that's by the blessed well,
- And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour,
- It is wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea.
-
- _Seanchan._ O Brian, you would spread the table for me
- As you would spread it when I was in my childhood;
- But all that's finished.
-
- _Mayor._ I knew he would not care
- For country things now that he's grown accustomed
- To the King's dishes. I told Brian too
- He'd have his pains for nothing. But he's old.
-
- [_Goes over to table at right. While he is speaking CIAN and BRIAN
- are in vain offering SEANCHAN food._
-
- And what dishes! Venison from Slieve Echtge
- Fattened with poor men's crops; flesh of wild pig;
- Not fat nor lean, but streaky and right well cured;
- Bread that's the whitest that I've ever seen.
-
- _Cian._ You're in the right, you're in the right, he will not eat.
-
- [_Pouring wine into cup._
-
- _Mayor._ Bring him some wine, it will give him strength to eat.
-
- [_BRIAN brings wine over towards SEANCHAN._
-
- No wonder if the King is proud and merry,
- And keeps all day in the saddle, when even I
- Am well-nigh drunken with the odour of it,
- And if I dared--I dare not.
-
- _Cian._ Drink it, sir.
-
- _Brian._ Drink a few drops.
-
- _Seanchan._ Drink it yourself, old man,
- For you have come a journey, and I daresay
- You did not eat or drink upon the road.
-
- _Cian._ How can I drink it when your honour's thirsty?
-
- [_He offers cup again. The KING'S HOUSEHOLD comes in. CHAMBERLAIN
- with long staff, a SOLDIER, a MONK, two LADIES, followed by
- CRIPPLES who beg from the ladies, who keep close together at
- right, talking to each other at intervals. SOLDIER goes over to
- MAYOR, and talks to him._
-
- _Chamberlain._ Well, have you it in imagination still
- To overthrow the dignity of the King,
- Or is the game finished?
-
- [_A pause._
-
- How many days
- Will you keep up this quarrel with the King,
- With the King's nobles and myself and all
- Who'd gladly be your friends if you would let them?
-
- _Soldier._ [_Who has been speaking to MAYOR and SERVANTS._]
- Was it you that sent his servants and the Mayor
- Of his own town to wheedle him into life?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It was the King himself.
-
- _Soldier._ Was it worth our while
- To have got rid of him from the King's table
- If he is to be humoured and made much of?
-
- _Chamberlain._ It seems that he has not eaten yet, although
- He's had another dozen hours of hunger.
-
- _Soldier._ If he's so proud and obstinate a neck
- I'd let him starve.
-
- _Monk._ Persuade him to eat, my lord.
- His death would make a scandal, and stir up
- The common people.
-
- _Chamberlain._ And I have a fancy
- That if it brought misfortune on the King,
- Or the King's house, we'd be as little thought of
- As summer linen when the winter's come.
-
- _Aileen._ [_To CIAN._]
- You've had no luck, old man.
-
- _Cian._ We have not, lady.
-
- _Aileen._ Maybe he's out of humour with your ways,
- Having grown used to sprightlier service.
-
- _Cian._ Maybe.
- But the King's messengers have gone for one
- That will persuade him. [_To BRIAN._] Come, let us go;
- For she might lose her way in this fine place.
- Come, we have been too long upon the tree,
-
- [_Plucking sleeve of MAYOR._
-
- And there are little golden pippins here.
-
- _Soldier._ Give me the dish, I'll hand it him myself.
-
- _Aileen._ I wonder if she is pretty.
-
- [_MAYOR and SERVANTS have gone out._
-
- _Soldier._ Eat this, old hedgehog.
- Sniff up the savour and unroll yourself.
- But if I were the King I'd make you do it
- With wisps of lighted straw.
-
- _Seanchan._ You have rightly named me,
- I lie rolled up under the ragged thorns
- That are upon the edge of those great waters
- Where all things vanish away, and I have heard
- Murmurs that are the ending of all sound.
- I am out of life, I am rolled up, and yet,
- Hedgehog although I am, I'll not unroll
- For you, King's dog. Go to the King, your master,
- Crouch down and wag your tail, for it may be
- He has nothing now against you, and I think
- The stripes of your last beating are all healed.
-
- _Chamberlain._ Don't answer, you were never to his mind.
- And now you have angered him to no good purpose.
- But put the dish down and I will speak to him.
-
- _Seanchan._ You must needs keep your patience yet awhile,
- For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air
- To swallow before I have grown to be as civil
- As any other dust.
-
- _Chamberlain._ You wrong us, Seanchan,
- There is none here but holds you in respect,
- And if you would only eat out of this dish
- The King would show how much he honours you.
-
- _Aileen._ [_Giving CRIPPLE money._]
- You are always discontented. Look at this cripple,
- He has had to cover up his eyes with rags
- Because they are too weak to look at the sun,
- And has a crooked body, and yet he is cheerful.
- Stand there where he can see you.
-
- [_CRIPPLE goes over and stands in front of SEANCHAN, bowing and
- smiling._
-
- _Chamberlain._ We have come to you
- Because we wish you a long, prosperous life;
- Who could imagine you'd so take to heart
- Being put from the high table.
-
- _Seanchan._ It was not I
- That you have driven away from the high table,
- But the images of them that weave a dance,
- By the four rivers in the mountain garden.
-
- _Monk._ He means we have driven poetry away.
-
- _Chamberlain._ It is the men who are learned in the laws,
- Or have led the King's armies that should sit
- At the King's table. Nor has poetry
- Been altogether driven away, for I,
- As you should know, have written poetry,
- And often when the table has been cleared
- And candles lighted, the King calls for me
- And I repeat it him. My poetry
- Is not to be compared with yours, but still
- Where I am honoured, poetry is honoured
- In some measure.
-
- _Seanchan._ If you are a poet,
- Cry out that the King's money would not buy,
- Nor the high circle consecrate his head,
- If poets had never christened gold, and even
- The moon's poor daughter, that most whey-faced metal,
- Precious; and cry out that none alive
- Would ride among the arrows with high heart
- Or scatter with an open hand, had not
- Our heady craft commended wasteful virtues.
- And when that story's finished, shake your coat
- Where the little jewels gleam on it, and say
- A herdsman sitting where the pigs had trampled
- Made up a song about enchanted kings,
- Who were so finely dressed one fancied them
- All fiery, and women by the churn
- And children by the hearth caught up the song
- And murmured it until the tailors heard it.
-
- _Monk._ How proud these poets are! It was full time
- To break their pride.
-
- _Seanchan._ And I would have you say
- That when we are driven out we come again
- Like a great wind that runs out of the waste
- To blow the tables flat.
-
- _Chamberlain._ If you'd eat something
- You'd find you have these thoughts because you are hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ And when you have told them all these things, lie down
- On this bare threshold and starve until the King
- Restore to us the ancient right of the poets.
-
- _Aileen._ Let's come away. There's no use talking to him,
- For he's resolved to die, and that's no loss:
- We will go watch the hurley.
-
- _Monk._ You should obey
- The King's commandment and not question it,
- For it is God himself who has made him king.
-
- _Essa._ Let's hear his answer to the monk.
-
- _Seanchan._ Stoop down,
- For there is something I would say to you.
- Has that wild God of yours that was so wild
- When you'd but lately taken the King's pay,
- Grown any tamer? He gave you all much trouble
- Being so unruly and inconsiderate.
-
- _Aileen._ What does he mean?
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ Or it may be you have persuaded him
- To chirp between two dishes when the King
- Sits down to table.
-
- _Monk._ Let go my habit, sir.
- What do I care about your insolent dreams.
-
- _Seanchan._ And maybe he has learnt to sing quite softly
- Because loud singing would disturb the King
- Who is sitting drowsily among his friends
- After the table has been cleared----
-
- _Monk._ Let go.
-
- [_SEANCHAN has been dragged some feet, clinging to the MONK'S
- habit._
-
- _Seanchan._ Not yet; you did not think that hungry hands
- Could be so strong. They are not civil yet--
- I'd know if you have taught him to eat bread
- From the King's hand, and perch upon his finger.
- I think he perches on the King's strong hand,
- But it may be that he is still too wild.
- You must not weary in your work; a King
- Is often weary and he needs a God
- To be a comfort to him.
-
- [_The MONK plucks his habit away. SEANCHAN holds up his hand as if a
- bird perched upon it. He pretends to stroke the bird._
-
- A little god,
- With soft well-coloured feathers, and bright eyes.
-
- _Aileen._ We have listened long enough.
-
- _Essa._ Let us away,
- Where we can watch the young men at the hurley.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, yes, go to the hurley, go to the hurley,
- Go to the hurley, gather up your skirts,
- Run quickly. You can remember many love songs;
- I know it by the light that's in your eyes,
- But you'll forget them. You're fair to look on,
- Your feet delight in dancing, and your mouths
- In the slow smiling that awakens love.
- The mothers that have borne you mated rightly,
- For they had little ears as thirsty as are yours
- For many love-songs. Go to the young men:
- Are not the ruddy flesh and the thin flanks
- And the broad shoulders worthy of desire?
- Go from me. Here is nothing for your eyes,
- But it is I that am singing you away,
- Singing you to the young men.
-
- [_The two young PRINCESSES BUAN and FINNHUA come in. While he has
- been speaking AILEEN and ESSA have shrunk back holding each others
- hands._
-
- _Aileen._ Be quiet;
- Look who it is that has come out of the house.
- Princesses, we are for the hurling field.
- Will you come too?
-
- _Princess Buan._ We will go with you, Aileen,
- But we must have some words with Seanchan,
- For we have come to make him eat and drink.
-
- _Chamberlain._ I will hold out the dish and cup for him
- While you are speaking to him of his folly,
- If you desire it, Princess.
-
- [_He has taken up dish and cup._
-
- _Princess Buan._ Give me the cup.
- My sister there will carry the dish of meat:
- We'll offer them ourselves.
-
- _Aileen._ They are so gracious,
- The dear little princesses are so gracious.
-
- [_PRINCESS BUAN holds out her hand for SEANCHAN to kiss it; he does
- not move._
-
- Although she is holding out her hand to him
- He will not kiss it.
-
- _Princess Buan._ My father bids us say
- That though he cannot have you at his table,
- You may ask any other thing you like
- And he will give it you. We carry you
- A dish and a cup of wine, with our own hands,
- To show in what great honour you are held.
- Will you not drink a little? Does he not show
- Every befitting honour to the poets?
-
- _Aileen._ O look, he has taken it, he has taken it!
- The dear princesses, I have always said
- That nobody could refuse them anything.
-
- [_SEANCHAN takes the cup in one hand, in the other he holds for a
- moment the hand of the PRINCESS._
-
- _Seanchan._ O long soft fingers and pale finger-tips
- Well worthy to be laid in a king's hand;
- O you have fair white hands, for it is certain
- There is uncommon whiteness in these hands.
- But there is something comes into my mind,
- Princess. A little while before your birth
- I saw your mother sitting by the road
- In a high chair, and when a leper passed
- She pointed him the way into the town,
- And he lifted his hand and blessed her hand;
- I saw it with my own eyes. Hold out your hands,
- I will find out if they are contaminated;
- For it has come into my thoughts that may be
- The King has sent me food and drink by hands
- That are contaminated. I would see all your hands,
- You've eyes of dancers, but hold out your hands,
- For it may be there are none sound among you----
-
- [_The PRINCESSES have shrunk back in terror._
-
- _Princess Buan._ He has called us lepers.
-
- _Chamberlain._ He's out of his mind,
- And does not know the meaning of what he said.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Standing up._]
- There are no sound hands among you. No sound hands.
- Away with you, away with all of you,
- You are all lepers. There is leprosy
- Among the plates and dishes that you have brought me.
- I would know why you have brought me leper's wine?
-
- [_He flings the wine in their faces._
-
- There, there, I have given it to you again, and now
- Begone or I will give my curse to you.
- You have the leper's blessing, but you think
- Maybe the bread will something lack in savour
- Unless you mix my curse into the dough.
-
- [_They go out to L., all except the CRIPPLES. SEANCHAN is
- staggering in the middle of the stage._
-
- _Seanchan._ Where did I say the leprosy came from?
- I said it came out of a leper's hand
- And that he walked the highway; but that's folly,
- For he was walking up there in the sky
- And there he is even now with his white hand
- Thrust out of the blue air and blessing them
- With leprosy.
-
- _A Cripple._ He's pointing at the moon
- That's coming out up yonder, and he calls it
- Leprous, because the daylight whitens it.
-
- _Seanchan._ He's holding up his hand above them all
- King, Noblemen, Princesses, blessing all.
- Who could imagine he'd have so much patience.
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- [_Clutching other CRIPPLE._
-
- _Second Cripple._ If you don't need it, sir,
- May we not carry some of it away?
-
- [_He points to food._
-
- _Seanchan._ Who's speaking? Who are you?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come out of this.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Have pity on us, that must beg our bread
- From table to table throughout the entire world
- And yet be hungry.
-
- _Seanchan._ But why were you born crooked?
- What bad poet did your mothers listen to
- That you were born so crooked?
-
- _First Cripple._ Come away.
- Maybe he's cursed the food and it might kill us.
-
- _Second Cripple._ Yes, better come away.
-
- [_They go out._
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Staggering and speaking wearily._]
- He has great strength
- And great patience to hold his right hand there
- Uplifted and not wavering about;
- He is much stronger than I am, much stronger.
-
- [_He sinks down on steps._
-
- _Enter from R. FEDELM, CIAN and BRIAN._
-
- _Brian._ There he is lying. Go over to him now
- And bid him eat.
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll get him out of this
- Before I have said a word of food and drink;
- For while he is on this threshold and can hear,
- It may be, the voices that made mock of him,
- He would not listen.
-
- _Brian._ That is a good plan.
- But there is little time, for he is weakening.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Crying._] I cannot think of any other plan
- Although it breaks my heart.
-
- _Cian._ Let's leave them now,
- For she will press the honey from her bag
- When we are gone.
-
- _Brian._ It will be hard to move him
- If hunger and thirst have got into his bones.
-
- [_They go out leaving FEDELM and SEANCHAN alone. FEDELM runs over to
- SEANCHAN and kneels down before him._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan! Seanchan!
-
- [_He remains looking into the sky._
-
- Can you not see me, Seanchan?
- It is myself.
-
- [_SEANCHAN looks at her dreamily at first, then takes her hand._
-
- _Seanchan._ Is this your hand, Fedelm?
- I have been looking at another hand
- That is up yonder.
-
- _Fedelm._ I have come for you.
-
- _Seanchan._ Fedelm, I did not know that you were here.
-
- _Fedelm._ And can you not remember that I promised
- That I would come and take you home with me
- When I'd the harvest in? and now I've come,
- And you must come away, and come on the instant.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, I will come; but is the harvest in?
- This air has got a summer taste in it.
-
- _Fedelm._ But is not the wild middle of the summer
- A better time to marry? Come with me now.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by both wrists._]
- Who taught you that, for it's a certainty,
- Although I never knew it till last night,
- That marriage, because it is the height of life,
- Can only be accomplished to the full
- In the high days of the year. I lay awake,
- There had come a frenzy into the light of the stars
- And they were coming nearer and I knew
- All in a minute they were about to marry
- Clods out upon the plough-lands, to beget
- A mightier race than any that has been;
- But some that are within there made a noise
- And frighted them away.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now;
- We have far to go, and daylight's running out.
-
- _Seanchan._ The stars had come so near me that I caught
- Their singing; it was praise of that great race
- That would be haughty, mirthful, and white-bodied
- With a high head, and open hand, and how
- Laughing, it would take the mastery of the world.
-
- _Fedelm._ But you will tell me all about their songs
- When we're at home. You have need of rest and care,
- And I can give them you when we're at home,
- And therefore let us hurry and get us home.
-
- _Seanchan._ That's true; and there's some trouble here, although
- I cannot now remember what it is,
- And I would get away from it. Give me your help.
- But why are not my pupils here to help me?
- Go, call my pupils, for I need their help.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me now, and I will send for them,
- For I have a great room that's full of beds
- I can make ready, and there is a smooth lawn
- Where they can play at hurley and sing poems
- Under an apple-tree.
-
- _Seanchan._ I know that place,
- An apple tree and a smooth level lawn,
- Where the young men can sway their hurley sticks.
-
- _Sings._
-
- The four rivers that run there,
- Through well-mown level ground,
- Have come out of a blessed well
- That is all bound and wound
- By the great roots of an apple,
- And all fowls of the air
- Have gathered in the wide branches
- And keep singing there.
-
- [_FEDELM, troubled, has covered her eyes with her hands._
-
- _Fedelm._ No, there are not four rivers, and those rhymes
- Praise Adam's Paradise.
-
- _Seanchan._ I can remember now.
- It's out of a poem I made long ago
- About the garden in the east of the world,
- And how spirits in the images of birds
- Crowd in the branches of old Adam's crab-tree;
- They come before me now and dig in the fruit
- With so much gluttony, and are so drunk
- With that harsh, wholesome savour that their feathers
- Are clinging one to another with the juice.
- But you would take me to some friendly place,
- And I would go there quickly.
-
- _Fedelm._ Come with me.
-
- [_She helps him to rise. He walks slowly, supported by her till he
- comes to the table at R._
-
- _Seanchan._ But why am I so weak? Have I been ill?
- Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak?
-
- [_He sinks on to the seat._
-
- _Fedelm._ I'll dip this piece of bread into the wine,
- For that will make you stronger for the journey.
-
- _Seanchan._ Yes, give me bread and wine, that's what I want,
- For it is hunger that is gnawing me.
-
- [_He takes bread from FEDELM, hesitates, and then thrusts it back
- into her hand._
-
- But no, I must not eat it.
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat, Seanchan,
- For if you do not eat it you will die.
-
- _Seanchan._ Why did you give me food?
- Why did you come?
- For had I not enough to fight against
- Without your coming?
-
- _Fedelm._ Eat this little crust,
- Seanchan, if you have any love for me.
-
- _Seanchan._ I must not eat it: but that's beyond your wit;
- Child, child, I must not eat it though I die.
-
- _Fedelm._ You do not know what love is, for if you loved
- You would put every other thought away
- But you have never loved me.
-
- _Seanchan._ [_Seizing her by the wrist._] You, a child,
- Who have but seen a man out of the window,
- Tell me that I know nothing about love,
- And that I do not love you. Did I not say
- There was a frenzy in the light of the stars
- All through the livelong night, and that the night
- Was full of marriages? But that fight's over.
- And all that's done with, and I have to die.
-
- _Fedelm._ [_Throwing her arms about him._]
- I will not be put from you, although I think
- I had not grudged it you if some great lady,
- If the King's daughter, had set out your bed.
- I will not give you up to death; no, no,
- And are not these white arms and this soft neck
- Better than the brown earth?
-
- _Seanchan._ I swear an oath
- Upon the holy tree that I'll not eat
- Until the King restore the right of the poets.
- O Sun and Moon, and all things that have strength,
- Become my strength that I may put a curse
- On all things that would have me break this oath.
-
- [_FEDELM has sunk down on the ground while he says this, and
- crouches at his feet._
-
- _Fedelm._ Seanchan, do not curse me; from this out
- I will obey like any married wife.
- Let me but lie before your feet.
-
- _Seanchan._ Come nearer.
-
- [_He kisses her._
-
- If I had eaten when you bid me, sweetheart,
- The kiss of multitudes in times to come
- Had been the poorer.
-
- _King._ [_Entering from house._] Has he eaten yet?
-
- _Fedelm._ No, King, and will not till you have restored
- The right of the poets.
-
- _King._ [_Coming down and standing before SEANCHAN._]
- Seanchan, you have refused
- Everybody that I have sent, and now
- I come to you myself, and I have come
- To bid you put your pride as far away
- As I have put my pride. I had your love
- Not a great while ago, and now you have planned
- To put a voice by every cottage fire
- And in the night when no one sees who cries
- To cry against me till my throne has crumbled.
- And yet if I give way I must offend
- My courtiers and nobles till they too
- Strike at the crown. What would you have of me?
-
- _Seanchan._ When did the poets promise safety, King?
-
- _King._ Seanchan, I bring you bread in my own hands,
- And bid you eat it because of all these reasons,
- And for this further reason that I love you.
-
- [_SEANCHAN pushes bread away with FEDELM'S hand._
-
- You have refused it, Seanchan.
-
- _Seanchan._ We have refused it.
-
- _King._ I have been patient though I am a king,
- And have the means to force you--but that's ended,
- And I am but a king and you a subject.
-
- [_He goes up steps._
-
- Nobles and courtiers, bring the poets hither
- For you can have your way: I that was man
- With a man's heart am now all king again,
- Remembering that the seed I come of, although
- A hundred kings have sown it and re-sown it,
- Has neither trembled nor shrunk backward yet
- Because of the hard business of a king.
-
- [_PRINCESSES, LADIES, and COURTIERS have come in with
- PUPILS, who have halters round their necks._
-
- Speak to your master, beg your life of him,
- Show him the halters that are round your necks;
- If his heart's set upon it he may die,
- But you shall all die with him; beg your lives;
- Begin, for you have little time to lose;
- Begin it you that are the oldest pupil.
-
- _Senias._ [_Going up to SEANCHAN._]
- Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- _King._ Silence, you are as crazy as your master.
- But that young boy that seems the youngest of you,
- I'd have him speak. Kneel down before him, boy,
- Hold up your hands to him that he may pluck
- That milky coloured neck out of the noose.
-
- _Arias._ Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
-
- [_All the PUPILS turn towards the KING, holding out the ends of
- their halters._
-
- _Senias._ Gather the halters up into your hands
- And lead us where you will, for in all things
- But in our art we are obedient.
-
- [_The KING comes slowly down the steps._
-
- _King._ [_Kneeling down before SEANCHAN._]
- Kneel down, kneel down, he has the greater power.
- I give my crown to you.
-
- [_All kneel except SEANCHAN, FEDELM and PUPILS. SEANCHAN rises
- slowly, supported by one of the PUPILS and by FEDELM._
-
- _Seanchan._ O crown, O crown,
- It is but right if hands that made the crown
- In the old time should give it when they will.
- O silver trumpets be you lifted up
-
- [_He lays the crown on the KING'S head._
-
- And cry to the great race that is to come.
- Long-throated swans among the waves of time
- Sing loudly, for beyond the wall of the world
- It waits and it may hear and come to us.
-
- [_Some of the PUPILS blow a blast upon their horns._
-
-
-CURTAIN.
-
-
- * * * * *
-
-
-
-
-ON BAILE'S STRAND.
-
-
- CUCHULLAIN, the King of Muirthemne.
- CONCOBAR, the High King of Ullad.
- DAIRE, a King.
- FINTAIN, a blind man.
- BARACH, a fool.
- A Young Man.
- Young Kings and Old Kings.
-
-
- SCENE: _A great hall by the sea close to Dundalgan. There are two
- great chairs on either side of the hall, each raised a little from
- the ground, and on the back of the one chair is carved and painted a
- woman with a fish's tail, and on the back of the other a hound.
- There are smaller chairs and benches raised in tiers round the
- walls. There is a great ale vat at one side near a small door, and a
- large door at the back through which one can see the sea. BARACH, a
- tall thin man with long ragged hair, dressed in skins, comes in at
- the side door. He is leading FINTAIN, a fat blind man, who is
- somewhat older._
-
-_Barach._ I will shut the door, for this wind out of the sea gets into
-my bones, and if I leave but an inch for the wind there is one like a
-flake of sea-frost that might come into the house.
-
-_Fintain._ What is his name, fool?
-
-_Barach._ It's a woman from among the Riders of the Sidhe. It's Boann
-herself from the river. She has left the Dagda's bed, and gone through
-the salt of the sea and up here to the strand of Baile, and all for love
-of me. Let her keep her husband's bed, for she'll have none of me.
-Nobody knows how lecherous these goddesses are. I see her in every kind
-of shape but oftener than not she's in the wind and cries "give a kiss
-and put your arms about me." But no, she'll have no more of me.
-Yesterday when I put out my lips to kiss her, there was nothing there
-but the wind. She's bad, Fintain. O, she's bad. I had better shut the
-big door too.
-
- [_He is going towards the big door but turns hearing FINTAIN'S
- voice._
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who has been feeling about with his stick._] What's this
-and this?
-
-_Barach._ They are chairs.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ Why, that's a bench.
-
-_Fintain._ And this?
-
-_Barach._ A big chair.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Feeling the back of the chair._] There is a sea-woman
-carved upon it.
-
-_Barach._ And there is another big chair on the other side of the hall.
-
-_Fintain._ Lead me to it. [_He mutters while the fool is leading him._]
-That is what the High King Concobar has on his shield. The High King
-will be coming. They have brought out his chair. [_He begins feeling the
-back of the other chair._] And there is a dog's head on this. They have
-brought out our master's chair. Now I know what the horse-boys were
-talking about. We must not stay here. The Kings are going to meet here.
-Now that Concobar and our master, that is his chief man, have put down
-all the enemies of Ullad, they are going to build up Emain again. They
-are going to talk over their plans for building it. Were you ever in
-Concobar's town before it was burnt? O, he is a great King, for though
-Emain was burnt down, every war had made him richer. He has gold and
-silver dishes, and chessboards and candlesticks made of precious stones.
-Fool, have they taken the top from the ale vat?
-
-_Barach._ They have.
-
-_Fintain._ Then bring me a horn of ale quickly, for the Kings will be
-here in a minute. Now I can listen. Tell me what you saw this morning?
-
-_Barach._ About the young man and the fighting?
-
-_Fintain._ Yes.
-
-_Barach._ And after that we can go and eat the fowl, for I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Time enough, time enough. You're in as great a hurry as when
-you brought me to Aine's Seat, where the mad dogs gather when the moon's
-at the full. Go on with your story.
-
-_Barach._ I was creeping under a ditch, with the fowl in my leather bag,
-keeping to the shore where the farmer could not see me, when I came upon
-a ship drawn up upon the sands, a great red ship with a woman's head
-upon it.
-
-_Fintain._ A ship out of Aoife's country. They have all a woman's head
-on the bow.
-
-_Barach._ There was a young man with a pale face and red hair standing
-beside it. Some of our people came up whose turn it was to guard the
-shore. I heard them ask the young man his name. He said he was under
-bonds not to tell it. Then words came between them, and they fought,
-and the young man killed half of them, and the others ran away.
-
-_Fintain._ It matters nothing to us, but he has come at last.
-
-_Barach._ Who has come?
-
-_Fintain._ I know who that young man is. There is not another like him
-in the world. I saw him when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ You saw him?
-
-_Fintain._ I used to be in Aoife's country when I had my eyesight.
-
-_Barach._ That was before you went on shipboard and were blinded for
-putting a curse on the wind?
-
-_Fintain._ Queen Aoife had a son that was red haired and pale faced like
-herself, and everyone said that he would kill Cuchullain some day, but I
-would not have that spoken of.
-
-_Barach._ Nobody could do that. Who was his father?
-
-_Fintain._ Nobody but Aoife knew that, not even he himself.
-
-_Barach._ Not even he himself! Was Aoife a goddess and lecherous?
-
-_Fintain._ I overheard her telling that she never had but one lover, and
-that he was the only man who overcame her in battle. There were some who
-thought him one of the Riders of the Sidhe, because the child was great
-of limb and strong beyond others. The child was begotten over the
-mountains; but come nearer and I will tell you something.
-
-_Barach._ You have thought something?
-
-_Fintain._ When I hear the young girls talking about the colour of
-Cuchullain's eyes, and how they have seven colours, I have thought about
-it. That young man has Aoife's face and hair, but he has Cuchullain's
-eyes.
-
-_Barach._ How can he have Cuchullain's eyes?
-
-_Fintain._ He is Cuchullain's son.
-
-_Barach._ And his mother has sent him hither to fight his father.
-
-_Fintain._ It is all quite plain. Cuchullain went into Aoife's country
-when he was a young man that he might learn skill in arms, and there he
-became Aoife's lover.
-
-_Barach._ And now she hates him because he went away, and has sent the
-son to kill the father. I knew she was a goddess.
-
-_Fintain._ And she never told him who his father was, that he might do
-it. I have thought it all out, fool. I know a great many things because
-I listen when nobody is noticing and I keep my wits awake. What ails you
-now?
-
-_Barach._ I have remembered that I am hungry.
-
-_Fintain._ Well, forget it again, and I will tell you about Aoife's
-country. It is full of wonders. There are a great many Queens there who
-can change themselves into wolves and into swine and into white hares,
-and when they are in their own shapes they are stronger than almost any
-man; and there are young men there who have cat's eyes and if a bird
-chirrup or a mouse squeak they cannot keep them shut, even though it is
-bedtime and they sleepy; and listen, for this is a great wonder, a very
-great wonder: there is a long narrow bridge, and when anybody goes to
-cross it, that the Queens do not like, it flies up as this bench would
-if you were to sit on the end of it. Everybody who goes there to learn
-skill in arms has to cross it. It was in that country too that
-Cuchullain got his spear made out of dragon bones. There were two
-dragons fighting in the foam of the sea, and their grandam was the moon,
-and nine Queens came along the shore.
-
-_Barach._ I won't listen to your story.
-
-_Fintain._ It is a very wonderful story. Wait till you hear what the
-nine Queens did. Their right hands were all made of silver.
-
-_Barach._ No, I will have my dinner first. You have eaten the fowl I
-left in front of the fire. The last time you sent me to steal something
-you made me forget all about it till you had eaten it up.
-
-_Fintain._ No, there is plenty for us both.
-
-_Barach._ Come with me where it is.
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led towards the door at the back by BARACH._]
-O, it is all right, it is in a safe place.
-
-_Barach._ It is a fine fowl. It was the biggest in the yard.
-
-_Fintain._ It had a good smell, but I hope that the wild dogs have not
-smelt it. [_Voices are heard outside the door at the side._] Here is our
-master. Let us stay and talk with him. Perhaps Cuchullain will give you
-a new cap with a feather. He told me that he would give you a new cap
-with a feather, a feather with an eye that looks at you, a peacock's
-feather.
-
-_Barach._ No, no.
-
- [_He begins pulling FINTAIN towards the door._
-
-_Fintain._ If you do not get it now, you may never get it, for the
-young man may kill him.
-
-_Barach._ No, no, I am hungry. What a head you have, blind man! Who but
-you would have remembered that the hen-wife slept for a little at noon
-every day!
-
-_Fintain._ [_Who is being led along very slowly and unwillingly._] Yes,
-I have a good head. The fowl should be done just right, but one never
-knows when a wild dog may come out of the woods.
-
- [_They go out through the big door at the back. As they go out
- CUCHULLAIN and certain YOUNG KINGS come in at the side door.
- CUCHULLAIN, though still young, is a good deal older than the
- others. They are all very gaily dressed, and have their hair
- fastened with balls of gold. The young men crowd about CUCHULLAIN
- with wondering attention._
-
- _First Young King._ You have hurled that stone beyond our utmost mark
- Time after time, but yet you are not weary.
-
- _Second Young King._ He has slept on the bare ground of Fuad's Hill
- This week past, waiting for the bulls and the deer.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, why should I be weary?
-
- _First Young King._ It is certain
- His father was the god who wheels the sun,
- And not King Sualtam.
-
- _Third Young King._ [_To a YOUNG KING who is beside him._]
- He came in the dawn,
- And folded Dectara in a sudden fire.
-
- _Fourth Young King._ And yet the mother's half might well grow weary,
- And it new come from labours over sea.
-
- _Third Young King._ He has been on islands walled about with silver,
- And fought with giants.
-
- [_They gather about the ale vat and begin to drink._
-
- _Cuchullain._ Who was it that went out?
-
- _Third Young King._ As we came in?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes.
-
- _Third Young King._ Barach and blind Fintain.
-
- _Cuchullain._ They always flock together; the blind man
- Has need of the fool's eyesight and strong body,
- While the poor fool has need of the other's wit,
- And night and day is up to his ears in mischief
- That the blind man imagines. There's no hen-yard
- But clucks and cackles when he passes by
- As if he'd been a fox. If I'd that ball
- That's in your hair and the big stone again,
- I'd keep them tossing, though the one is heavy
- And the other light in the hand. A trick I learnt
- When I was learning arms in Aoife's country.
-
- _First Young King._ What kind of woman was that Aoife?
-
- _Cuchullain._ Comely.
-
- _First Young King._ But I have heard that she was never married,
- And yet that's natural, for I have never known
- A fighting woman, but made her favours cheap,
- Or mocked at love till she grew sandy dry.
-
- _Cuchullain._ What manner of woman do you like the best?
- A gentle or a fierce?
-
- _First Young King._ A gentle, surely.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I think that a fierce woman's better, a woman
- That breaks away when you have thought her won,
- For I'd be fed and hungry at one time.
- I think that all deep passion is but a kiss
- In the mid battle, and a difficult peace
- 'Twixt oil and water, candles and dark night,
- Hill-side and hollow, the hot-footed sun,
- And the cold sliding slippery-footed moon,
- A brief forgiveness between opposites
- That have been hatreds for three times the age
- Of this long 'stablished ground. Here's Concobar;
- So I'll be done, but keep beside me still,
- For while he talks of hammered bronze and asks
- What wood is best for building, we can talk
- Of a fierce woman.
-
- [_CONCOBAR, a man much older than CUCHULLAIN, has come in through
- the great door at the back. He has many KINGS about him. One of
- these KINGS, DAIRE, a stout old man, is somewhat drunk._
-
- _Concobar._ [_To one of those about him._] Has the ship gone yet?
- We have need of more bronze workers, and that ship
- I sent to Africa for gold is late.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I knew their talk.
-
- _Concobar._ [_Seeing CUCHULLAIN._] You are before us, King.
-
- _Cuchullain._ So much the better, for I welcome you
- Into my Muirthemne.
-
- _Concobar._ But who are these?
- The odour from their garments when they stir
- Is like a wind out of an apple garden.
-
- _Cuchullain._ My swordsmen and harp players and fine dancers,
- My bosom friends.
-
- _Concobar._ I should have thought, Cuchullain,
- My graver company would better match
- Your greatness and your years; but I waste breath
- In harping on that tale.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You do, great King.
- Because their youth is the kind wandering wave
- That carries me about the world; and if it sank,
- My sword would lose its lightness.
-
- _Concobar._ Yet, Cuchullain,
- Emain should be the foremost town of the world.
-
- _Cuchullain._ It is the foremost town.
-
- _Concobar._ No, no, it's not.
- Nothing but men can make towns great, and he,
- The one over-topping man that's in the world,
- Keeps far away.
-
- _Daire._ He will not hear you, King,
- And we old men had best keep company
- With one another. I'll fill the horn for you.
-
- _Concobar._ I will not drink, old fool. You have drunk a horn
- At every door we came to.
-
- _Daire._ You'd better drink,
- For old men light upon their youth again
- In the brown ale. When I have drunk enough,
- I am like Cuchullain as one pea another,
- And live like a bird's flight from tree to tree.
-
- _Concobar._ We'll to our chairs for we have much to talk of,
- And we have Ullad and Muirthemne, and here
- Is Conall Muirthemne in the nick of time.
-
- [_He goes to the back of stage to welcome a company of KINGS who
- come in through the great door. The other KINGS gradually get into
- their places. CUCHULLAIN sits in his great chair with certain of the
- young men standing around him. Others of the young men, however,
- remain with DAIRE at the ale vat. DAIRE holds out the horn of ale to
- one or two of the older KINGS as they pass him going to their
- places. They pass him by, most of them silently refusing._
-
- _Daire._ Will you not drink?
-
- _An Old King._ Not till the council's over.
-
- _A Young King._ But I'll drink, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ Fill me a horn too, Daire.
-
- _Another Young King._ If I'd drunk half that you have drunk to-day,
- I'd be upon all fours.
-
- _Daire._ That would be natural
- When Mother Earth had given you this good milk
- From her great breasts.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_To one of the YOUNG KINGS beside him._]
- One is content awhile
- With a soft warm woman who folds up our lives
- In silky network. Then, one knows not why,
- But one's away after a flinty heart.
-
- _The Young King._ How long can the net keep us?
-
- _Cuchullain._ All our lives
- If there are children, and a dozen moons
- If there are none, because a growing child
- Has so much need of watching it can make
- A passion that's as changeable as the sea
- Change till it holds the wide earth to its heart.
- At least I have heard a father say it, but I
- Being childless do not know it. Come nearer yet;
- Though he is ringing that old silver rod
- We'll have our own talk out. They cannot hear us.
-
- [_CONCOBAR who is now seated in his great chair, opposite
- CUCHULLAIN, beats upon the pillar of the house that is nearest to
- him with a rod of silver, till the KINGS have become silent.
- CUCHULLAIN alone continues to talk in a low voice to those about
- him, but not so loud as to disturb the silence. CONCOBAR rises and
- speaks standing._
-
- _Concobar._ I have called you hither, Kings of Ullad, and Kings
- Of Muirthemne and Connall Muirthemne,
- And tributary Kings, for now there is peace--
- It's time to build up Emain that was burned
- At the outsetting of these wars; for we,
- Being the foremost men, should have high chairs
- And be much stared at and wondered at, and speak
- Out of more laughing overflowing hearts
- Than common men. It is the art of kings
- To make what's noble nobler in men's eyes
- By wide uplifted roofs, where beaten gold,
- That's ruddy with desire, marries pale silver
- Among the shadowing beams; and many a time
- I would have called you hither to this work,
- But always, when I'd all but summoned you,
- Some war or some rebellion would break out.
-
- _Daire._ Where's Maine Morgor and old Usnach's children,
- And that high-headed even-walking Queen,
- And many near as great that got their death
- Because you hated peace? I can remember
- The people crying out when Deirdre passed
- And Maine Morgor had a cold gray eye.
- Well, well, I'll throw this heel-tap on the ground,
- For it may be they are thirsty.
-
- _A King._ Be silent, fool.
-
- _Another King._ Be silent, Daire.
-
- _Concobar._ Let him speak his mind.
- I have no need to be afraid of ghosts,
- For I have made but necessary wars.
- I warred to strengthen Emain, or because
- When wars are out they marry and beget
- And have their generations like mankind
- And there's no help for it; but I'm well content
- That they have ended and left the town so great,
- That its mere name shall be in times to come
- Like a great ale vat where the men of the world
- Shall drink no common ale but the hard will,
- The unquenchable hope, the friendliness of the sword.
-
- [_He takes thin boards on which plans have been carved by those
- about him._
-
- Give me the building plans, and have you written
- That we--Cuchullain is looking in his shield;
- It may be the pale riders of the wind
- Throw pictures on it, or that Mananan,
- His father's friend and sometime fosterer,
- Foreknower of all things, has cast a vision,
- Out of the cold dark of the rich sea,
- Foretelling Emain's greatness.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, great King,
- I looked on this out of mere idleness,
- Imagining a far-off country and one
- That held it with a sword, although a woman.
-
- _Concobar._ A woman needs but laugh, or a friend sigh,
- And you're afar off sounding through the world,
- While I plan Emain's greatness.
-
- [_The sound of a trumpet without._
-
- Open the doors!
- I hear a herald's trumpet, and await,
- It may be, the heavy fleeces of the sea
- And golden and silver apples or ancient crowns
- Long hidden in the well at the World's End,
- Or glittering garments of the salmon, tributes
- From the Great Plain, or the high people of Sorcha,
- Or the walled garden in the east of the world.
-
- [_The great door at the back is flung open; a YOUNG MAN, who is
- fully armed and carries a shield with a woman's head painted on it,
- stands upon the threshold. Behind him are trumpeters. He walks into
- the centre of the hall, the trumpeting ceases._
-
- What is your message?
-
- _Young Man._ I am of Aoife's army.
-
- _First King._ Queen Aoife and her army have fallen upon us.
-
- _Second King._ Out swords! Out swords!
-
- _Third King._ They are about the house.
-
- _Fourth King._ Rush out! Rush out! Before they have fired the thatch.
-
- _Young Man._ Aoife is far away. I am alone.
- I have come alone in the midst of you
- To weigh this sword against Cuchullain's sword.
-
- [_There is a murmur amongst the KINGS._
-
- _Concobar._ And are you noble? for if of common seed
- You cannot weigh your sword against his sword
- But in mixed battle.
-
- _Young Man._ I am under bonds
- To tell my name to no man, but it's noble.
-
- _Concobar._ But I would know your name and not your bonds.
- You cannot speak in the Assembly House
- If you are not noble.
-
- _A King._ Answer the High King.
-
- _Young Man._ [_Drawing his sword._]
- I will give no other proof than the hawk gives
- That it's no sparrow.
-
- [_He is silent a moment, then speaks to all._
-
- Yet look upon me, Kings;
- I too am of that ancient seed and carry
- The signs about this body and in these bones.
-
- _Cuchullain._ To have shown the hawk's gray feather is enough,
- And you speak highly too.
-
- [_CUCHULLAIN comes down from his great chair. He remains standing on
- the steps of the chair. The YOUNG KINGS gather about him and begin
- to arm him._
-
- Give me that helmet!
- I'd thought they had grown weary sending champions.
- That leathern coat will do. The High King there
- Being old in wisdom can think of times to come,
- But the hawk's sleepy till its well-beloved
- Cries out amid the acorns, or it has seen
- Its enemy like a speck upon the sun.
- What's Emain to the hawk when that clear eye
- Is burning nearer up in the high air?
- That buckle should be tighter. Give me your shield.
- There is good level ground at Baile's Yew-tree,
- Some dozen yards from here, and it's but truth
- That I am sad to-day and this fight welcome.
-
- [_He looks hard at the YOUNG MAN, and then steps down on the floor
- of the Assembly House. He grasps the YOUNG MAN by the shoulder._
-
- Hither into the light.
-
- [_Turning to one of the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- The very tint
- Of her that I was speaking of but now:
- Not a pin's difference.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- You are from the North,
- Where there are many that have that tint of hair,
- Red-brown, the light red-brown. Come nearer, boy!
- For I would have another look at you.
- There's more likeness, a pale, a stone pale cheek.
- What brought you, boy? Have you no fear of death?
-
- _Young Man._ Whether I live or die is in the Gods' hands.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That is all words, all words, a young man's talk;
- I am their plough, their harrow, their very strength,
- For he that's in the sun begot this body
- Upon a mortal woman, and I have heard tell
- It seemed as if he had outrun the moon,
- That he must always follow through waste heaven,
- He loved so happily. He'll be but slow
- To break a tree that was so sweetly planted.
- Let's see that arm; I'll see it if I like.
- That arm had a good father and a good mother,
- But it is not like this.
-
- _Young Man._ You are mocking me.
- You think I am not worthy to be fought,
- But I'll not wrangle but with this talkative knife.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Put up your sword, I am not mocking you.
- I'd have you for my friend, but if it's not
- Because you have a hot heart and a cold eye
- I cannot tell the reason. You've got her fierceness,
- And nobody is as fierce as those pale women.
-
- [_To the YOUNG KINGS._
-
- We'll keep him here in Muirthemne awhile.
-
- _A Young King._ You are the leader of our pack and therefore
- May cry what you will.
-
- _Cuchullain._ You'll stop with us
- And we will hunt the deer and the wild bulls,
- And, when we have grown weary, light our fires
- In sandy places where the wool-white foam
- Is murmuring and breaking, and it may be
- That long-haired women will come out of the dunes
- To dance in the yellow fire-light. You hang your head,
- Young man, as if it was not a good life;
- And yet what's better than to hurl the spear,
- And hear the long-remembering harp, and dance?
- Friendship grows quicker in the murmuring dark;
- But I can see there's no more need for words
- And that you'll be my friend now.
-
- _First Old King._ Concobar,
- Forbid their friendship, for it will get twisted
- To a reproach against us.
-
- _Concobar._ Until now
- I'd never need to cry Cuchullain on
- And would not now.
-
- _First Old King._ They'll say his manhood's quenched.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts, but I'll have something too,
- An arm-ring or the like, and if you will
- We'll fight it out when you are older, boy.
-
- _An Old King._ Aoife will make some story out of this.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Well, well, what matter, I'll have that arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Young Man._ There is no man I'd sooner have my friend
- Than you whose name has gone about the world
- As if it had been the wind, but Aoife'd say
- I had turned coward.
-
- _Cuchullain._ I'll give you gifts
- That Aoife'll know and all her people know
- To have been my gifts. Mananan, son of the sea,
- Gave me this heavy embroidered cloak. Nine Queens
- Of the Land-under-Wave had woven it
- Out of the fleeces of the sea. O! tell her
- I was afraid, or tell her what you will.
- No! tell her that I heard a raven croak
- On the north side of the house and was afraid.
-
- _An Old King._ Some witch of the air has troubled Cuchullain's mind.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No witchcraft, his head is like a woman's head
- I had a fancy for.
-
- _Second Old King._ A witch of the air
- Can make a leaf confound us with memories.
- They have gone to school to learn the trick of it.
-
- _Cuchullain._ But there's no trick in this. That arm-ring, boy.
-
- _Third Old King._ He shall not go unfought, I'll fight with him.
-
- _Fourth Old King._ No! I will fight with him.
-
- _First Old King._ I claim the fight,
- For when we sent an army to her land----
-
- _Second Old King._ I claim the fight, for one of Aoife's galleys
- Stole my great cauldron and a herd of pigs.
-
- _Third Old King._ No, no, I claim it, for at Lammas' time----
-
- _Cuchullain._ Back! Back! Put up your swords! Put up your swords!
- There's none alive that shall accept a challenge
- I have refused. Laegaire, put up your sword.
-
- _Young Man._ No, let them come, let any three together.
- If they've a mind to, I'll try it out with four.
-
- _Cuchullain._ That's spoken as I'd spoken it at your age,
- But you are in my house. Whatever man
- Would fight with you shall fight it out with me.
- They're dumb. They're dumb. How many of you would meet
-
- [_Drawing his sword._
-
- This mutterer, this old whistler, this sandpiper,
- This edge that's grayer than the tide, this mouse
- That's gnawing at the timbers of the world,
- This, this--Boy, I would meet them all in arms
- If I'd a son like you. He would avenge me
- When I have withstood for the last time the men
- Whose fathers, brothers, sons, and friends I have killed
- Upholding Ullad; when the four provinces
- Have gathered with the ravens over them.
- But I'd need no avenger. You and I
- Would scatter them like water from a dish.
-
- _Young Man._ We'll stand by one another from this out.
- Here is the ring.
-
- _Cuchullain._ No, turn and turn about,
- But my turn is first, because I am the older.
- Cliodna embroidered these bird wings, but Fand
- Made all these little golden eyes with the hairs
- That she had stolen out of Aengus' beard,
- And therefore none that has this cloak about him
- Is crossed in love. The heavy inlaid brooch
- That Buan hammered has a merit too.
-
- [_He begins spreading the cloak out on a bench, showing it to the
- YOUNG MAN. Suddenly CONCOBAR beats with his silver rod on a pillar
- beside his chair. All turn towards him._
-
- _Concobar._ [_In a loud voice._]
- No more of that, I will not have this friendship.
- Cuchullain is my man and I forbid it;
- He shall not go unfought for I myself----
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Seizing CONCOBAR._]
- You shall not stir, High King, I'll hold you there.
-
- _Concobar._ Witchcraft has maddened you.
-
- _The Kings._ [_Shouting._] Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft.
-
- _A King._ You saw another's head upon his shoulders
- All of a sudden, a woman's head, Cuchullain.
- Then raised your hand against the King of Ullad.
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Letting CONCOBAR go, and looking wildly about him._]
- Yes, yes, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.
-
- _Daire._ Why, there's no witchcraft in it, I myself
- Have made a hundred of these sudden friendships
- And fought it out next day. But that was folly,
- For now that I am old I know it is best
- To live in comfort.
-
- _A King._ Pull the fool away!
-
- _Daire._ I'll throw a heel-tap to the one that dies.
-
- _Concobar._ Some witch is floating in the air above us.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Yes, witchcraft, witchcraft and the power of witchcraft.
-
- [_To the YOUNG MAN._
-
- Why did you do it? was it Calatin's daughters?
- Out, out, I say, for now it's sword on sword.
-
- _Young Man._ But, but, I did not.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Out, I say, out, out!
- Sword upon sword.
-
- [_He goes towards the door at back, followed by YOUNG MAN. He
- turns on the threshold and cries out, looking at the YOUNG MAN._
-
- That hair my hands were drowned in!
-
- [_He goes out, followed by YOUNG MAN. The other KINGS begin to
- follow them out._
-
- _A King._ I saw him fight with Ferdiad.
-
- _Second King._ We'll be too late,
- They're such a long time getting through the door.
-
- _Third King._ Run quicker, quicker.
-
- _Daire._ I was at the Smith's
- When he that was the boy Setanta then----
-
- [_Sound, of fighting outside._
-
- _Third King._ He will have killed him.
- They have begun the fight!
-
- [_They all go out, leaving the house silent and empty. There is a
- pause during which one hears the clashing of the swords. BARACH and
- FINTAIN come in from side door. BARACH is dragging FINTAIN._
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have eaten it, you have left me nothing
-but the bones.
-
-_Fintain._ O, that I should have to endure such a plague. O, I ache all
-over. O, I am pulled in pieces. This is the way you pay me for all the
-good I have done you!
-
-_Barach._ You have eaten it, you have told me lies about a wild dog.
-Nobody has seen a wild dog about the place this twelve month. Lie there
-till the Kings come. O, I will tell Concobar and Cuchullain and all the
-Kings about you!
-
-_Fintain._ What would have happened to you but for me, and you without
-your wits? If I did not take care of you what would you do for food and
-warmth?
-
-_Barach._ You take care of me? You stay safe and send me into every kind
-of danger. You sent me down the cliff for gull's eggs while you warmed
-your blind eyes in the sun. And then you ate all that were good for
-food. You left me the eggs that were neither egg nor bird. [_The blind
-man tries to rise. BARACH makes him lie down again._] Keep quiet now
-till I shut the door. There is some noise outside. There are swords
-crossing; a high vexing noise so that I can't be listening to myself.
-[_He goes to the big door at the back and shuts it._] Why can't they be
-quiet, why can't they be quiet! Ah, you would get away, would you? [_He
-follows the blind man who has been crawling along the wall and makes him
-lie down close to the KING'S chair._] Lie there, lie there. No, you
-won't get away. Lie there till the Kings come, I'll tell them all about
-you. I shall tell it all. How you sit warming yourself, when you have
-made me light a fire of sticks, while I sit blowing it with my mouth. Do
-you not always make me take the windy side of the bush when it blows and
-the rainy side when it rains?
-
-_Fintain._ O good fool, listen to me. Think of the care I have taken of
-you. I have brought you to many a warm hearth, where there was a good
-welcome for you, but you would not stay there, you were always wandering
-about.
-
-_Barach._ The last time you brought me in, it was not I who wandered
-away, but you that got put out because you took the crubeen out of the
-pot, when you thought nobody was looking. Keep quiet now, keep quiet
-till I shut the door. Here is Cuchullain, now you will be beaten. I am
-going to tell him everything.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_Comes in and says to the fool._] Give me that horn.
-
- [_The fool gives him a horn which CUCHULLAIN fills with ale and
- drinks._
-
-_Fintain._ Do not listen to him, listen to me.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What are you wrangling over?
-
-_Barach._ He is fat and good for nothing. He has left me the bones and
-the feathers.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What feathers?
-
-_Barach._ I left him turning a fowl at the fire. He ate it all. He left
-me nothing but the bones and feathers.
-
-_Fintain._ Do not believe him. You do not know how vain this fool is. I
-gave him the feathers, because I thought he would like nothing so well.
-
- [_BARACH is sitting on a bench playing with a heap of feathers,
- which he has taken out of the breast of his coat._
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top----
-
-_Fintain._ Where would he be but for me? I must be always thinking,
-thinking to get food for the two of us, and when we've got it, if the
-moon's at the full or the tide on the turn, he'll leave the rabbit in
-its snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip through his
-hands back into the water.
-
- _Barach._ [_Singing._] When you were an acorn on the tree top,
- Then was I an eagle cock;
- Now that you are a withered old block,
- Still am I an eagle cock!
-
-_Fintain._ Listen to him now! That's the sort of talk I have to put up
-with, day out day in.
-
- [_The fool is putting the feathers into his hair. CUCHULLAIN takes a
- handful of feathers out of the heap and out of the fool's hair, and
- begins to wipe the blood from his sword with them._
-
-_Barach._ He has taken my feathers to wipe his sword. It is blood that
-he is wiping from his sword!
-
-_Fintain._ Whose blood? Whose blood?
-
-_Cuchullain._ That young champion's.
-
-_Fintain._ He that came out of Aoife's country?
-
-_Cuchullain._ The Kings are standing round his body.
-
-_Fintain._ Did he fight long?
-
-_Cuchullain._ He thought to have saved himself with witchcraft.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said he would kill you. He came from
-Aoife's country to kill you. That blind man said they had taught him
-every kind of weapon that he might do it. But I always knew that you
-would kill him.
-
-_Cuchullain._ [_To the blind man._] You knew him, then?
-
-_Fintain._ I saw him when I had my eyes, in Aoife's country.
-
-_Cuchullain._ You were in Aoife's country?
-
-_Fintain._ I knew him and his mother there.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was about to speak of her when he died.
-
-_Fintain._ He was a Queen's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ What Queen, what Queen? [_He seizes the blind man._] Was
-it Scathach? There were many Queens. All the rulers were Queens.
-
-_Fintain._ No, not Scathach.
-
-_Cuchullain._ It was Uathach, then. Speak, speak!
-
-_Fintain._ I cannot speak, you are clutching me too tightly.
-[_CUCHULLAIN lets him go._] I cannot remember who it was. I am not
-certain. It was some Queen.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife's son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ She? No, no, she had no son when I was there.
-
-_Barach._ That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
-
-_Cuchullain._ I had rather he had been some other woman's son. What
-father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman, a proud,
-pale amorous woman.
-
-_Fintain._ None knew whose son he was.
-
-_Cuchullain._ None knew? Did you know, old listener at doors?
-
-_Fintain._ No, no, I knew nothing.
-
-_Barach._ He said a while ago that he heard Aoife boast that she'd never
-but the one lover, and he the only man that had overcome her in battle.
-
- [_A pause._
-
-_Fintain._ Somebody is trembling. Why are you trembling, fool? the bench
-is shaking, why are you trembling? Is Cuchullain going to hurt us? It
-was not I who told you, Cuchullain.
-
-_Barach._ It is Cuchullain who is trembling. He is shaking the bench
-with his knees.
-
-_Cuchullain._ He was my son, and I have killed my son.
-
- [_A pause._
-
- 'Twas they that did it, the pale windy people,
- Where, where, where? My sword against the thunder.
- But no, for they have always been my friends;
- And though they love to blow a smoking coal
- Till it's all flame, the wars they blow aflame
- Are full of glory, and heart uplifting pride,
- And not like this; the wars they love awaken
- Old fingers and the sleepy strings of harps.
- Who did it then? Are you afraid; speak out,
- For I have put you under my protection
- And will reward you well. Dubthach the Chafer.
- He had an old grudge. No, for he is with Maeve.
- Laegaire did it. Why do you not speak?
- What is this house? [_A pause._] Now I remember all.
-
- _Fintain._ He will kill us. O, I am afraid!
-
- _Cuchullain._ [_Who is before CONCOBAR'S chair._]
- 'Twas you who did it, you who sat up there
- With that old branch of silver, like a magpie
- Nursing a stolen spoon. Magpie, magpie,
- A maggot that is eating up the earth!
-
- [_Begins hacking at the chair with his sword._
-
- No, but a magpie, for he's flown away.
- Where did he fly to?
-
- _Fintain._ He is outside the door.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Outside the door?
-
- _Fintain._ He is under Baile's yew-tree.
-
- _Cuchullain._ Concobar, Concobar, the sword into your heart.
-
- [_He goes out. A pause. The fool goes to the great door at back and
- looks out after him._
-
-_Barach._ He is going up to King Concobar; they are all under the tree.
-No, no, he is standing still. There is a great wave going to break and
-he is looking at it. Ah! now he is running down to the sea, but he is
-holding up his sword as if he were going into a fight. [_A pause._] Well
-struck, well struck!
-
-_Fintain._ What is he doing now?
-
-_Barach._ Oh! he is fighting the waves.
-
-_Fintain._ He sees King Concobar's crown on every one of them.
-
-_Barach._ There, he has struck at a big one. He has struck the crown off
-it, he has made the foam fly. There again another big one.
-
- [_Shouting without._
-
-_Fintain._ Where are the Kings? What are the Kings doing?
-
-_Barach._ They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the
-people are running out of the houses, they are all running.
-
-_Fintain._ You say they are running out of the houses, there will be
-nobody left in the houses. Listen, fool.
-
-_Barach._ There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the
-deep water.
-
-_Fintain._ Come here, fool; come here, I say.
-
-_Barach._ [_Coming towards him but looking backward towards the door._]
-What is it?
-
-_Fintain._ There will be nobody in the houses. Come this way, come
-quickly; the ovens will be full; we will put our hands into the ovens.
-
-[_They go out._
-
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