Deirdre of the Sorrows [20]
High King will rouse her, coming down beside her with the rage of battle in his blood, for how could Fergus stand against him? LAVARCHAM -- touching Deirdre with her hand. -- There's a score of woman's years in store for you, and you'd best choose will you start living them beside the man you hate, or being your own mistress in the west or south? DEIRDRE. It is not I will go on living after Ainnle and after Ardan. After Naisi I will not have a lifetime in the world. OLD WOMAN -- with excitement. -- Look, Lavarcham! There's a light leaving the Red
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Branch. Conchubor and his lot will be com- ing quickly with a torch of bog-deal for her marriage, throwing a light on her three com- rades. DEIRDRE -- startled. -- Let us throw down clay on my three comrades. Let us cover up Naisi along with Ainnle and Ardan, they that were the pride of Emain. (Throwing in clay.) There is Naisi was the best of three, the choicest of the choice of many. It was a clean death was your share, Naisi; and it is not I will quit your head, when it's many a dark night among the snipe and plover that you and I were whispering together. It is not I will quit your head, Naisi, when it's many a night we saw the stars among the clear trees of Glen da Ruadh, or the moon pausing to rest her on the edges of the hills. OLD WOMAN. Conchubor is coming, surely. I see the glare of flames throwing a light upon his cloak. LAVARCHAM -- eagerly. -- Rise up, Deirdre, and come to Fergus, or be the High King's slave for ever! DEIRDRE -- imperiously. -- I will not leave Naisi, who has left the whole world scorched and desolate. I will not go away when there is no light in the heavens, and no
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flower in the earth under them, but is saying to me that it is Naisi who is gone for ever. CONCHUBOR -- behind. -- She is here. Stay a little back. (Lavarcham and Old Woman go into the shadow on left as Con- chubor comes in. With excitement, to Deirdre.) Come forward and leave Naisi the way I've left charred timber and a smell of burning in Emain Macha, and a heap of rub- bish in the storehouse of many crowns. DEIRDRE -- more awake to what is round her. -- What are crowns and Emain Macha, when the head that gave them glory is this place, Conchubor, and it stretched upon the gravel will be my bed to-night? CONCHUBOR. Make an end of talk of Naisi, for I've come to bring you to Dundeal- gan since Emain is destroyed. [Conchubor makes a movement towards her. DEIRDRE -- with a tone that stops him. -- Draw a little back from Naisi, who is young for ever. Draw a little back from the white bodies I am putting under a mound of clay and grasses that are withered -- a mound will have a nook for my own self when the end is come. CONCHUBOR -- roughly. -- Let you rise
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up and come along with me in place of grow- ing crazy with your wailings here. DEIRDRE. It's yourself has made a crazy story, and let you go back to your arms, Con- chubor, and to councils where your name is great, for in this place you are an old man and a fool only. CONCHUBOR. If I've folly, I've sense left not to lose the thing I've bought with sorrow and the deaths of many. [He moves towards her. DEIRDRE. Do not raise a hand to touch me. CONCHUBOR. There are other hands to touch you. My fighters are set round in among the trees. DEIRDRE. Who'll fight the grave, Con- chubor, and it opened on a dark night? LAVARCHAM -- eagerly. -- There are steps in the wood. I hear the call of Fergus and his men. CONCHUBOR -- furiously. -- Fergus can- not stop me. I am more powerful than he is, though I am defeated and old. FERGUS -- comes in to Deirdre; a red glow is seen behind the grove. -- I have de- stroyed Emain, and now I'll guard you all
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times, Deirdre, though it was I, without knowledge, brought Naisi to his grave. CONCHUBOR. It's not you will guard her, for my whole armies
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Branch. Conchubor and his lot will be com- ing quickly with a torch of bog-deal for her marriage, throwing a light on her three com- rades. DEIRDRE -- startled. -- Let us throw down clay on my three comrades. Let us cover up Naisi along with Ainnle and Ardan, they that were the pride of Emain. (Throwing in clay.) There is Naisi was the best of three, the choicest of the choice of many. It was a clean death was your share, Naisi; and it is not I will quit your head, when it's many a dark night among the snipe and plover that you and I were whispering together. It is not I will quit your head, Naisi, when it's many a night we saw the stars among the clear trees of Glen da Ruadh, or the moon pausing to rest her on the edges of the hills. OLD WOMAN. Conchubor is coming, surely. I see the glare of flames throwing a light upon his cloak. LAVARCHAM -- eagerly. -- Rise up, Deirdre, and come to Fergus, or be the High King's slave for ever! DEIRDRE -- imperiously. -- I will not leave Naisi, who has left the whole world scorched and desolate. I will not go away when there is no light in the heavens, and no
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flower in the earth under them, but is saying to me that it is Naisi who is gone for ever. CONCHUBOR -- behind. -- She is here. Stay a little back. (Lavarcham and Old Woman go into the shadow on left as Con- chubor comes in. With excitement, to Deirdre.) Come forward and leave Naisi the way I've left charred timber and a smell of burning in Emain Macha, and a heap of rub- bish in the storehouse of many crowns. DEIRDRE -- more awake to what is round her. -- What are crowns and Emain Macha, when the head that gave them glory is this place, Conchubor, and it stretched upon the gravel will be my bed to-night? CONCHUBOR. Make an end of talk of Naisi, for I've come to bring you to Dundeal- gan since Emain is destroyed. [Conchubor makes a movement towards her. DEIRDRE -- with a tone that stops him. -- Draw a little back from Naisi, who is young for ever. Draw a little back from the white bodies I am putting under a mound of clay and grasses that are withered -- a mound will have a nook for my own self when the end is come. CONCHUBOR -- roughly. -- Let you rise
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up and come along with me in place of grow- ing crazy with your wailings here. DEIRDRE. It's yourself has made a crazy story, and let you go back to your arms, Con- chubor, and to councils where your name is great, for in this place you are an old man and a fool only. CONCHUBOR. If I've folly, I've sense left not to lose the thing I've bought with sorrow and the deaths of many. [He moves towards her. DEIRDRE. Do not raise a hand to touch me. CONCHUBOR. There are other hands to touch you. My fighters are set round in among the trees. DEIRDRE. Who'll fight the grave, Con- chubor, and it opened on a dark night? LAVARCHAM -- eagerly. -- There are steps in the wood. I hear the call of Fergus and his men. CONCHUBOR -- furiously. -- Fergus can- not stop me. I am more powerful than he is, though I am defeated and old. FERGUS -- comes in to Deirdre; a red glow is seen behind the grove. -- I have de- stroyed Emain, and now I'll guard you all
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times, Deirdre, though it was I, without knowledge, brought Naisi to his grave. CONCHUBOR. It's not you will guard her, for my whole armies