Deirdre of the Sorrows [13]
Naisi looks up.) There are Fergus and Lavarcham and my two brothers. [Deirdre goes. Naisi sits with his head bowed. Owen runs in stealthily, comes behind Naisi and seizes him round the arms. Naisi shakes him off and whips out his sword. OWEN -- screaming with derisive laughter and showing his empty hands. -- Ah, Naisi, wasn't it well I didn't kill you that time? There was a fright you got! I've been watch- ing Fergus above -- don't be frightened -- and I've come down to see him getting the cold shoulder, and going off alone. [Fergus and others come in. They are all subdued like men at a queen's wake. NAISI -- putting up his sword. -- There
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he is. (Goes to Fergus.) We are going back when the tide turns, I and Deirdre with your- self. ALL. Going back! AINNLE. And you'll end your life with Deirdre, though she has no match for keeping spirits in a little company is far away by itself? ARDAN. It's seven years myself and Ainnle have been servants and bachelors for yourself and Deirdre. Why will you take her back to Conchubor? NAISI. I have done what Deirdre wishes and has chosen. FERGUS. You've made a choice wise men will be glad of in the five ends of Ireland. OWEN. Wise men is it, and they going back to Conchubor? I could stop them only Naisi put in his sword among my father's ribs, and when a man's done that he'll not credit your oath. Going to Conchubor! I could tell of plots and tricks, and spies were well paid for their play. (He throws up a bag of gold.) Are you paid, Fergus? [He scatters gold pieces over Fergus. FERGUS. He is raving. . . . Seize him. OWEN -- flying between them. -- You won't. Let the lot of you be off to Emain, but I'll be off before you. . . . Dead men, dead
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men! Men who'll die for Deirdre's beauty; I'll be before you in the grave! [Runs out with his knife in his hand. They all run after him except Lavar- cham, who looks out and then clasps her hands. Deirdre comes out to her in a dark cloak. DEIRDRE. What has happened? LAVARCHAM. It's Owen's gone raging mad, and he's after splitting his gullet beyond at the butt of the stone. There was ill luck this day in his eye. And he knew a power if he'd said it all. [Naisi comes back quickly, followed by the others. AINNLE -- coming in very excited. -- That man knew plots of Conchubor's. We'll not go to Emain, where Conchubor may love her and have hatred for yourself. FERGUS. Would you mind a fool and raver? AINNLE. It's many times there's more sense in madmen than the wise. We will not obey Conchubor. NAISI. I and Deirdre have chosen; we will go back with Fergus. ARDAN. We will not go back. We will burn your curaghs by the sea.
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FERGUS. My sons and I will guard them. AINNLE. We will blow the horn of Usna and our friends will come to aid us. NAISI. It is my friends will come. AINNLE. Your friends will bind your hands, and you out of your wits. [Deirdre comes forward quickly and comes between Ainnle and Naisi. DEIRDRE -- in a low voice. -- For seven years the Sons of Usna have not raised their voices in a quarrel. AINNLE. We will not take you to Emain. ARDAN. It is Conchubor has broken our peace. AINNLE -- to Deirdre. -- Stop Naisi go- ing. What way would we live if Conchubor should take you from us? DEIRDRE. There is no one could take me from you. I have chosen to go back with Fergus. Will you quarrel with me, Ainnle, though I have been your queen these seven years in Alban? AINNLE -- subsiding suddenly. -- Naisi has no call to take you. ARDAN. Why are you going? DEIRDRE -- to both of them and the
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others. -- It is my wish. . . . It may be I will not have Naisi growing an old man in Alban with an old woman at his side, and young girls pointing out and saying, "that is
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he is. (Goes to Fergus.) We are going back when the tide turns, I and Deirdre with your- self. ALL. Going back! AINNLE. And you'll end your life with Deirdre, though she has no match for keeping spirits in a little company is far away by itself? ARDAN. It's seven years myself and Ainnle have been servants and bachelors for yourself and Deirdre. Why will you take her back to Conchubor? NAISI. I have done what Deirdre wishes and has chosen. FERGUS. You've made a choice wise men will be glad of in the five ends of Ireland. OWEN. Wise men is it, and they going back to Conchubor? I could stop them only Naisi put in his sword among my father's ribs, and when a man's done that he'll not credit your oath. Going to Conchubor! I could tell of plots and tricks, and spies were well paid for their play. (He throws up a bag of gold.) Are you paid, Fergus? [He scatters gold pieces over Fergus. FERGUS. He is raving. . . . Seize him. OWEN -- flying between them. -- You won't. Let the lot of you be off to Emain, but I'll be off before you. . . . Dead men, dead
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men! Men who'll die for Deirdre's beauty; I'll be before you in the grave! [Runs out with his knife in his hand. They all run after him except Lavar- cham, who looks out and then clasps her hands. Deirdre comes out to her in a dark cloak. DEIRDRE. What has happened? LAVARCHAM. It's Owen's gone raging mad, and he's after splitting his gullet beyond at the butt of the stone. There was ill luck this day in his eye. And he knew a power if he'd said it all. [Naisi comes back quickly, followed by the others. AINNLE -- coming in very excited. -- That man knew plots of Conchubor's. We'll not go to Emain, where Conchubor may love her and have hatred for yourself. FERGUS. Would you mind a fool and raver? AINNLE. It's many times there's more sense in madmen than the wise. We will not obey Conchubor. NAISI. I and Deirdre have chosen; we will go back with Fergus. ARDAN. We will not go back. We will burn your curaghs by the sea.
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FERGUS. My sons and I will guard them. AINNLE. We will blow the horn of Usna and our friends will come to aid us. NAISI. It is my friends will come. AINNLE. Your friends will bind your hands, and you out of your wits. [Deirdre comes forward quickly and comes between Ainnle and Naisi. DEIRDRE -- in a low voice. -- For seven years the Sons of Usna have not raised their voices in a quarrel. AINNLE. We will not take you to Emain. ARDAN. It is Conchubor has broken our peace. AINNLE -- to Deirdre. -- Stop Naisi go- ing. What way would we live if Conchubor should take you from us? DEIRDRE. There is no one could take me from you. I have chosen to go back with Fergus. Will you quarrel with me, Ainnle, though I have been your queen these seven years in Alban? AINNLE -- subsiding suddenly. -- Naisi has no call to take you. ARDAN. Why are you going? DEIRDRE -- to both of them and the
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others. -- It is my wish. . . . It may be I will not have Naisi growing an old man in Alban with an old woman at his side, and young girls pointing out and saying, "that is