The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 2 of 8

[He throws BLIND MAN down by big chair.BLIND MAN

O, that I should have to endure such a plague! O, I ache all over! O, I am pulled to pieces! This is the way you pay me all the good I have done you!

FOOL

You have eaten it! You have told me lies. I might have known you had eaten it when I saw your slow, sleepy walk. Lie there till the kings come. O, I will tell Conchubar and Cuchulain and all the kings about you!

BLIND MAN

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?

FOOL

You take care of me! You stay safe, and send me into every kind of danger. You sent me down the cliff for gulls’ 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. [BLIND MAN tries to rise; FOOL makes him lie down again.] Keep quiet now, till I shut the door. There is some noise outside – a high vexing noise, so that I can’t be listening to myself. [Shuts the big door.] Why can’t they be quiet! why can’t they be quiet! [BLIND MAN tries to get away.] Ah! you would get away, would you! [Follows BLIND MAN and brings him back.] Lie there! lie there! No, you won’t get away! Lie there till the kings come. I’ll tell them all about you. I will 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?

BLIND MAN

Oh, 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.

FOOL

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 nobody was looking. Keep quiet, now!

CUCHULAIN [rushing in]

Witchcraft! There is no witchcraft on the earth, or among the witches of the air, that these hands cannot break.

FOOL

Listen to me, Cuchulain. I left him turning the fowl at the fire. He ate it all, though I had stolen it. He left me nothing but the feathers.

CUCHULAIN

Fill me a horn of ale!

BLIND MAN

I gave him what he likes best. You do not know how vain this fool is. He likes nothing so well as a feather.

FOOL

He left me nothing but the bones and feathers. Nothing but the feathers, though I had stolen it.

CUCHULAIN

Give me that horn! Quarrels here, too! [Drinks.] What is there between you two that is worth a quarrel? Out with it!

BLIND MAN

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 is at the full or the tide on the turn, he’ll leave the rabbit in the snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip back through his hands into the stream.

[The FOOL has begun singing while the BLIND MAN is speaking.FOOL [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.BLIND MAN

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. CUCHULAIN takes a handful of feathers out of a heap the FOOL has on the bench beside him, and out of the FOOL’S hair, and begins to wipe the blood from his sword with themFOOL

He has taken my feathers to wipe his sword. It is blood that he is wiping from his sword.

CUCHULAIN[Goes up to door at back and throws away feathers.]

They are standing about his body. They will not awaken him, for all his witchcraft.

BLIND MAN

It is that young champion that he has killed. He that came out of Aoife’s country.

CUCHULAIN

He thought to have saved himself with witchcraft.

FOOL

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.

CUCHULAIN [to the BLIND MAN]

You knew him, then?

BLIND MAN

I saw him, when I had my eyes, in Aoife’s country.

CUCHULAIN

You were in Aoife’s country?

BLIND MAN

I knew him and his mother there.

CUCHULAIN

He was about to speak of her when he died.

BLIND MAN

He was a queen’s son.

CUCHULAIN

What queen? what queen? [Seizes BLIND MAN, who is now sitting upon the bench.] Was it Scathach? There were many queens. All the rulers there were queens.

BLIND MAN

No, not Scathach.

CUCHULAIN

It was Uathach, then? Speak! speak!

BLIND MAN

I cannot speak; you are clutching me too tightly. [CUCHULAIN lets him go.] I cannot remember who it was. I am not certain. It was some queen.

FOOL

He said a while ago that the young man was Aoife’s son.

CUCHULAIN

She? No, no! She had no son when I was there.

FOOL

That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.

CUCHULAIN

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.

BLIND MAN

None knew whose son he was.

CUCHULAIN

None knew! Did you know, old listener at doors?

BLIND MAN

No, no; I knew nothing.

FOOL

He said awhile 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.

[Pause.BLIND MAN

Somebody is trembling, Fool! The bench is shaking. Why are you trembling? Is Cuchulain going to hurt us? It was not I who told you, Cuchulain.

FOOL

It is Cuchulain who is trembling. It is Cuchulain who is shaking the bench.

BLIND MAN

It is his own son he has slain.

CUCHULAIN’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 coalTill it’s all flame, the wars they blow aflameAre full of glory, and heart-uplifting pride,And not like this. The wars they love awakenOld 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’d an old grudge. No, for he is with Maeve.Laegaire did it! Why do you not speak?What is this house? [Pause.] Now I remember all.[Comes before CONCHUBAR’S chair, and strikes out with his sword, as if CONCHUBAR was sitting upon it’Twas you who did it – you who sat up thereWith your old rod of kingship, like a magpieNursing a stolen spoon. No, not a magpie,A maggot that is eating up the earth!Yes, but a magpie, for he’s flown away.Where did he fly to?BLIND MAN

He is outside the door.

CUCHULAIN

Outside the door?

BLIND MAN

Between the door and the sea.

CUCHULAIN

Conchubar, Conchubar! the sword into your heart!

[He rushes out. Pause. FOOL creeps up to the big door and looks after himFOOL

He is going up to King Conchubar. They are all about the young man. 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. [Pause.] Well struck! well struck!

BLIND MAN

What is he doing now?

FOOL

O! he is fighting the waves!

BLIND MAN

He sees King Conchubar’s crown on every one of them.

FOOL

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!

BLIND MAN

Where are the kings? What are the kings doing?

FOOL

They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the people are running out of the houses. They are all running.

BLIND MAN

You say they are running out of the houses? There will be nobody left in the houses. Listen, Fool!

FOOL

There, he is down! He is up again. He is going out into the deep water. There is a big wave. It has gone over him. I cannot see him now. He has killed kings and giants, but the waves have mastered him, the waves have mastered him!

BLIND MAN

Come here, Fool!

FOOL

The waves have mastered him.

BLIND MAN

Come here!

FOOL

The waves have mastered him.

BLIND MAN

Come here, I say!

FOOL[Coming towards him, but looking backward towards the door.]

What is it?

BLIND MAN

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.

DEIRDRE

To Robert GregoryWHO INVENTED FOR THIS PLAY BEAUTIFUL COSTUMESAND A BEAUTIFUL SCENE

PERSONS IN THE PLAY

Musicians

Fergus, an old man

Naisi, a young king

Deirdre, his queen

A dark-faced Messenger

Conchubar, the old King of Uladh, who is still strong and vigorous

Dark-faced Executioner

DEIRDRE

A Guest-house in a wood. It is a rough house of timber; through the doors and some of the windows one can see the great spaces of the wood, the sky dimming, night closing in. But a window to the left shows the thick leaves of a coppice; the landscape suggests silence and loneliness. There is a door to right and left, and through the side windows one can see anybody who approaches either door, a moment before he enters. In the centre, a part of the house is curtained off; the curtains are drawn. There are unlighted torches in brackets on the walls. There is, at one side, a small table with a chessboard and chessmen upon it, and a wine flagon and loaf of bread. At the other side of the room there is a brazier with a fire; two women, with musical instruments beside them, crouch about the brazier: they are comely women of about forty. Another woman, who carries a stringed instrument, enters hurriedly; she speaks, at first standing in the doorway.

FIRST MUSICIANI have a story right, my wanderers,That has so mixed with fable in our songs,That all seemed fabulous. We are come, by chance,Into King Conchubar’s country, and this houseIs an old guest-house built for travellersFrom the seashore to Conchubar’s royal house,And there are certain hills among these woods,And there Queen Deirdre grew.SECOND MUSICIANThat famous queenWho has been wandering with her lover, Naisi,And none to friend but lovers and wild hearts?FIRST MUSICIAN[Going nearer to the brazier.]Some dozen years ago, King Conchubar foundA house upon a hillside in this wood,And there a comely child with an old witchTo nurse her, and there’s nobody can sayIf she were human, or of those begotBy an invisible king of the air in a stormOn a king’s daughter, or anything at allOf who she was or why she was hidden thereBut that she’d too much beauty for good luck.He went up thither daily, till at lastShe put on womanhood, and he lost peace,And Deirdre’s tale began. The King was old.A month or so before the marriage day,A young man, in the laughing scorn of his youth,Naisi, the son of Usnach, climbed up there,And having wooed, or, as some say, been wooed,Carried her off.SECOND MUSICIANThe tale were well enoughHad it a finish.FIRST MUSICIANHush! I have more to tell;But gather close that I may whisper it:I speak of terrible, mysterious ends —The secrets of a king.SECOND MUSICIANThere’s none to hear!FIRST MUSICIANI have been to Conchubar’s house, and followed upA crowd of servants going out and inWith loads upon their heads: embroideriesTo hang upon the walls, or new-mown rushesTo strew upon the floors, and came at lengthTo a great room.SECOND MUSICIANBe silent; there are steps![Enter FERGUS, an old man, who moves about from door to window excitedly through what followsFERGUSYou are musicians by these instruments,And if as seems – for you are comely women —You can praise love, you’ll have the best of luck,For there’ll be two, before the night is in,That bargained for their love, and paid for itAll that men value. You have but the timeTo weigh a happy music with the sad;To find what is most pleasing to a lover,Before the son of Usnach and his queenHave passed this threshold.FIRST MUSICIANDeirdre and her man!FERGUSI thought to find a message from the king,And ran to meet it. Is there no messengerFrom Conchubar to Fergus, son of Rogh?I was to have found a message in this house.FIRST MUSICIANAre Deirdre and her lover tired of life?FERGUSYou are not of this country, or you’d knowThat they are in my charge, and all forgiven.FIRST MUSICIANWe have no country but the roads of the world.FERGUSThen you should know that all things change in the world,And hatred turns to love and love to hate,And even kings forgive.FIRST MUSICIANAn old man’s loveWho casts no second line, is hard to cure;His jealousy is like his love.FERGUSAnd that’s but true.You have learned something in your wanderings.He was so hard to cure, that the whole court,But I alone, thought it impossible;Yet after I had urged it at all seasons,I had my way, and all’s forgiven now;And you shall speak the welcome and the joyThat I lack tongue for.FIRST MUSICIANYet old men are jealous.FERGUS [going to door]I am Conchubar’s near friend, and that weighed somewhat,And it was policy to pardon them.The need of some young, famous, popular manTo lead the troops, the murmur of the crowd,And his own natural impulse, urged him to it.They have been wandering half-a-dozen years.FIRST MUSICIANAnd yet old men are jealous.FERGUS [coming from door]Sing the more sweetlyBecause, though age is arid as a bone,This man has flowered. I’ve need of music, too;If this gray head would suffer no reproach,I’d dance and sing – and dance till the hour ran out,Because I have accomplished this good deed.FIRST MUSICIANLook there – there at the window, those dark men,With murderous and outlandish-looking arms —They’ve been about the house all day.[Dark-faced MEN with strange barbaric dress and arms pass by the doors and windows. They pass one by one and in silenceFERGUS [looking after them]What are you?Where do you come from, who is it sent you here?FIRST MUSICIANThey will not answer you.FERGUSThey do not hear.FIRST MUSICIANForgive my open speech, but to these eyesThat have seen many lands, they are such menAs kings will gather for a murderous task,That neither bribes, commands, nor promisesCan bring their people to.FERGUSAnd that is whyYou harped upon an old man’s jealousy.A trifle sets you quaking. Conchubar’s fameBrings merchandise on every wind that blows.They may have brought him Libyan dragon-skin,Or the ivory of the fierce unicorn.FIRST MUSICIANIf these be merchants, I have seen the goodsThey have brought to Conchubar, and understoodHis murderous purpose.FERGUSMurderous, you say?Why, what new gossip of the roads is this?But I’ll not hear.FIRST MUSICIANIt may be life or death.There is a room in Conchubar’s house, and there —FERGUSBe silent, or I’ll drive you from the door.There’s many a one that would do more than that,And make it prison, or death, or banishmentTo slander the High King.[Suddenly restraining himself and speaking gently.He is my friend;I have his oath, and I am well content.I have known his mind as if it were my ownThese many years, and there is none aliveShall buzz against him, and I there to stop it.I know myself, and him, and your wild thoughtFed on extravagant poetry, and litBy such a dazzle of old fabulous talesThat common things are lost, and all that’s strangeIs true because ’twere pity if it were not.[Going to the door again.Quick! quick! your instruments! they are coming now.I hear the hoofs a-clatter. Begin that song;But what is it to be? I’d have them hearA music foaming up out of the houseLike wine out of a cup. Come now, a verseOf some old time not worth remembering,And all the lovelier because a bubble.Begin, begin, of some old king and queen,Of Lugaidh Redstripe or another; no, not him,He and his lady perished wretchedly.FIRST MUSICIAN [singing]‘Why is it,’ Queen Edain said,‘If I do but climb the stair..’FERGUSAh! that is better… They are alighted now.Shake all your cockscombs, children; these are lovers.[FERGUS goes out.FIRST MUSICIAN‘Why is it,’ Queen Edain said,‘If I do but climb the stairTo the tower overhead,When the winds are calling there,Or the gannets calling out,In waste places of the sky,There’s so much to think about,That I cry, that I cry?’SECOND MUSICIANBut her goodman answered her:‘Love would be a thing of naughtHad not all his limbs a stirBorn out of immoderate thought;Were he anything by half,Were his measure running dry.Lovers, if they may not laugh,Have to cry, have to cry.’[DEIRDRE, NAISI, and FERGUS have been seen for a moment through the windows, but now they have entered. NAISI lays down shield and spear and helmet, as if weary. He goes to the door opposite to the door he entered by. He looks out on to the road that leads to CONCHUBAR’S house. If he is anxious, he would not have FERGUS or DEIRDRE notice it. Presently he comes from the door, and goes to the table where the chessboard isTHE THREE MUSICIANS [together]But is Edain worth a songNow the hunt begins anew?Praise the beautiful and strong;Praise the redness of the yew;Praise the blossoming apple-stem.But our silence had been wise.What is all our praise to them,That have one another’s eyes?FERGUSYou are welcome, lady.DEIDREConchubar has not come.Were the peace honest, he’d have come himselfTo prove it so.FERGUSBeing no more in love,He stays in his own house, arranging whereThe curlew and the plover go, and whereThe speckled heath-cock in a golden dish.DEIDREBut there’s no messenger.FERGUSHe’ll come himselfWhen all’s in readiness and night closed in;But till that hour, these birds out of the wasteShall put his heart and mind into the music.There’s many a day that I have almost weptTo think that one so delicately madeMight never know the sweet and natural lifeOf women born to that magnificence,Quiet and music, courtesy and peace.DEIDREI have found life obscure and violent,And think it ever so; but none the lessI thank you for your kindness, and thank theseThat put it into music.FERGUSYour house has beenThe hole of the badger or the den of the fox;But all that’s finished, and your days will passFrom this day out where life is smooth on the tongue,Because the grapes were trodden long ago.NAISIIf I was childish, and had faith in omens,I’d rather not have lit on that old chessboardAt my home-coming.FERGUSThere’s a tale about it —It has been lying there these many years —Some wild old sorrowful tale.NAISIIt is the boardWhere Lugaidh Redstripe and that wife of his,Who had a seamew’s body half the year,Played at the chess upon the night they died.FERGUSI can remember now a tale of treachery,A broken promise and a journey’s end;But it were best forgot.NAISIIf the tale is true,When it was plain that they had been betrayed,They moved the men, and waited for the end,As it were bedtime, and had so quiet mindsThey hardly winked their eyes when the sword flashed.FERGUSShe never could have played so, being a woman,If she had not the cold sea’s blood in her.DEIDREI have heard that th’ ever-living warn mankindBy changing clouds, and casual accidents,Or what seem so.FERGUSIf there had been ill luckIn lighting on this chessboard of a sudden,This flagon that stood on it when we cameHas made all right again, for it should meanAll wrongs forgiven, hospitalityFor bitter memory, peace after war,While that loaf there should add prosperity.Deirdre will see the world, as it were, new-made,If she’ll but eat and drink.NAISIThe flagon’s dry,Full of old cobwebs, and the bread is mouldy,Left by some traveller gone upon his wayThese many weeks.DEIDRENo one to welcome us,And a bare house upon the journey’s end.Is that the welcome that a king spreads outFor those that he would honour?NAISIHush! no more.You are King Conchubar’s guest, being in his house.You speak as women do that sit alone,Marking the ashes with a stick till theyAre in a dreamy terror. Being a queen,You should have too calm thought to start at shadows.FERGUSCome, let us look if there’s a messengerFrom Conchubar’s house. A little way withoutOne sees the road for half a mile or so,Where the trees thin or thicken.NAISIWhen those we loveSpeak words unfitting to the ear of kings,Kind ears are deaf.FERGUSBefore you cameI had to threaten these that would have weighedSome crazy phantasy of their own brainOr gossip of the road with Conchubar’s word.If I had thought so little of mankindI never could have moved him to this pardon.I have believed the best of every man,And find that to believe it is enoughTo make a bad man show him at his best,Or even a good man swing his lantern higher.[NAISI and FERGUS go out. The last words are spoken as they go through the door. One can see them through part of what follows, either through door or window. They move about, talking or looking along the road towards CONCHUBAR’S houseFIRST MUSICIANIf anything lies heavy on your heart,Speak freely of it, knowing it is certainThat you will never see my face again.DEIDREYou’ve been in love?FIRST MUSICIANIf you would speak of love,Speak freely. There is nothing in the worldThat has been friendly to us but the kissesThat were upon our lips, and when we are oldTheir memory will be all the life we have.DEIDREThere was a man that loved me. He was old;I could not love him. Now I can but fear.He has made promises, and brought me home;But though I turn it over in my thoughts,I cannot tell if they are sound and wholesome,Or hackles on the hook.FIRST MUSICIANI have heard he loved you,As some old miser loves the dragon-stoneHe hides among the cobwebs near the roof.DEIDREYou mean that when a man who has loved like thatIs after crossed, love drowns in its own flood,And that love drowned and floating is but hate.And that a king who hates, sleeps ill at night,Till he has killed, and that, though the day laughs,We shall be dead at cockcrow.FIRST MUSICIANYou have not my thought.When I lost one I loved distractedly,I blamed my crafty rival and not him,And fancied, till my passion had run out,That could I carry him away with me,And tell him all my love, I’d keep him yet.DEIDREAh! now I catch your meaning, that this kingWill murder Naisi, and keep me alive.FIRST MUSICIAN’Tis you that put that meaning upon wordsSpoken at random.DEIDREWanderers like you,Who have their wit alone to keep their lives,Speak nothing that is bitter to the earAt random; if they hint at it at allTheir eyes and ears have gathered it so latelyThat it is crying out in them for speech.FIRST MUSICIANWe have little that is certain.DEIRDRECertain or not,Speak it out quickly, I beseech you to it;I never have met any of your kind,But that I gave them money, food, and fire.FIRST MUSICIANThere are strange, miracle-working, wicked stones,Men tear out of the heart and the hot brainOf Libyan dragons.DEIDREThe hot Istain stone,And the cold stone of Fanes, that have powerTo stir even those at enmity to love.FIRST MUSICIANThey have so great an influence, if but sewnIn the embroideries that curtain inThe bridal bed.DEIDREO Mover of the starsThat made this delicate house of ivory,And made my soul its mistress, keep it safe.FIRST MUSICIANI have seen a bridal bed, so curtained in,So decked for miracle in Conchubar’s house,And learned that a bride’s coming.DEIDREAnd I the bride?Here is worse treachery than the seamew suffered,For she but died and mixed into the dustOf her dear comrade, but I am to liveAnd lie in the one bed with him I hate.Where is Naisi? I was not alone like thisWhen Conchubar first chose me for his wife;I cried in sleeping or waking and he came,But now there is worse need.NAISI [entering with FERGUS]Why have you called?I was but standing there, without the door.DEIRDRE [going to the other door]The horses are still saddled, follow me,And hurry to our ships, and get us gone.NAISI[Stopping her and partly speaking to her, partly to FERGUS.]There’s naught to fear; the king’s forgiven all.She has the heart of a wild bird that fearsThe net of the fowler or the wicker cage,And has been ever so. Although it’s hard,It is but needful that I stand against you,And if I did not you’d despise me for it,As women do the husbands that they leadWhether for good or evil.DEIDREI have heardMonstrous, terrible, mysterious things,Magical horrors and the spells of wizards.FERGUSWhy, that’s no wonder, you’ve been listeningTo singers of the roads that gather upThe tales of the whole world, and when they wearyImagine new, or lies about the living,Because their brains are ever upon fire.DEIDREIs then the king that sends no messenger,And leaves an empty house before a guest,So clear in all he does that no dim wordCan light us to a doubt?FERGUSHowever dim,Speak it, for I have known King ConchubarBetter than my own heart, and I can quenchWhatever words have made you doubt him.NAISINo,I cannot weigh the gossip of the roadsWith a king’s word, and were the end but death,I may not doubt him.DEIDRENaisi, I must speak.FERGUSLet us begone, this house is no fit place,Being full of doubt – Deirdre is right.[To DEIRDRE, who has gone towards the door she had entered byNo, no,Not by that door that opens on the pathThat runs to the seashore, but this that leadsTo Conchubar’s house. We’ll wait no messenger,But go to his well-lighted house, and thereWhere the rich world runs up into a wickAnd that burns steadily, because no windCan blow upon it, bring all doubts to an end.The table has been spread by this, the courtHas ridden from all sides to welcome youTo safety and to peace.DEIRDRESafety and peace!I had them when a child, but never since.FERGUSMen blame you that you have stirred a quarrel upThat has brought death to many. I have pouredWater upon the fire, but if you flyA second time the house is in a blazeAnd all the screaming household can but blameThe savage heart of beauty for it all;And Naisi that but helped to tar the wispBe but a hunted outlaw all his days.DEIDREI will be blamed no more! there’s but one way.I’ll spoil this beauty that brought miseryAnd houseless wandering on the man I loved,And so buy peace between him and the king.These wanderers will show me how to do it,To clip my hair to baldness, blacken my skinWith walnut juice, and tear my face with briars.Oh! that wild creatures of the woods had tornThis body with their claws.NAISIWhat is your meaning?What are you saying? That he loves you still?DEIRDREWhatever were to happen to this face,I’d be myself; and there’s not any wayBut this way to bring trouble to an end.NAISIAnswer me – does King Conchubar still love —Does he still covet you?DEIDRETell out the plot,The plan, the network, all the treachery,And of the bridal chamber and the bed,The magical stones, the wizard’s handiwork.NAISITake care of Deirdre, if I die in this,For she must never fall into his hands,Whatever the cost.DEIDREWhere would you go to, Naisi?NAISII go to drag the truth from Conchubar,Before his people, in the face of his army,And if it be as black as you have made it,To kill him there.DEIRDREYou never would return;I’d never look upon your face again.Oh, keep him, Fergus; do not let him go,But hold him from it. You are both wise and kind.NAISIWhen you were all but Conchubar’s wife, I took you;He tried to kill me, and he would have done itIf I had been so near as I am now.And now that you are mine, he has planned to take you.Should I be less than Conchubar, being a man?[Dark-faced MESSENGER comes into the house, unnoticed.MESSENGERSupper is on the table; ConchubarIs waiting for his guests.FERGUSAll’s well, again!All’s well! all’s well! You cried your doubts so loud,That I had almost doubted.NAISII would have killed him,And he the while but busy in his houseFor the more welcome.DEIDREThe message is not finished.FERGUSCome quickly. Conchubar will laugh, that I —Although I held out boldly in my speech —That I, even I —DEIDREWait, wait! He is not done.FERGUSThat am so great a friend, have doubted him.MESSENGERDeirdre, and Fergus, son of Rogh, are summoned;But not the traitor that bore off the queen.It is enough that the king pardon her,And call her to his table and his bed.NAISISo, then, it’s treachery.FERGUSI’ll not believe it.NAISITell Conchubar to meet me in some placeWhere none can come between us but our swords.MESSENGERI have done my message; I am Conchubar’s man;I take no message from a traitor’s lips.[He goes.NAISINo, but you must; and I will have you swearTo carry it unbroken.[He follows MESSENGER out.FERGUSHe has been suborned.I know King Conchubar’s mind as it were my own;I’ll learn the truth from him.[He is about to follow NAISI, but DEIRDRE stops him.DEIRDRENo, no, old man,You thought the best, and the worst came of it;We listened to the counsel of the wise,And so turned fools. But ride and bring your friends.Go, and go quickly. Conchubar has not seen me;It may be that his passion is asleep,And that we may escape.FERGUSBut I’ll go first,And follow up that Libyan heel, and sendSuch words to Conchubar, that he may knowAt how great peril he lays hands upon you.[NAISI enters.]NAISIThe Libyan, knowing that a servant’s lifeIs safe from hands like mine, but turned and mocked.FERGUSI’ll call my friends, and call the reaping-hooks,And carry you in safety to the ships.My name has still some power. I will protect,Or, if that is impossible, revenge.[Goes out by other door.NAISI[Who is calm, like a man who has passed beyond life.]The crib has fallen and the birds are in it;There is not one of the great oaks about usBut shades a hundred men.DEIDRELet’s out and die,Or break away, if the chance favour us.NAISIThey would but drag you from me, stained with blood.Their barbarous weapons would but mar that beauty,And I would have you die as a queen should —In a death chamber. You are in my charge.We will wait here, and when they come upon us,I’ll hold them from the doors, and when that’s over,Give you a cleanly death with this grey edge.DEIDREI will stay here; but you go out and fight.Our way of life has brought no friends to us,And if we do not buy them leaving it,We shall be ever friendless.NAISIWhat do they say?That Lugaidh Redstripe and that wife of hisSat at this chessboard, waiting for their end.They knew that there was nothing that could save them,And so played chess as they had any nightFor years, and waited for the stroke of sword.I never heard a death so out of reachOf common hearts, a high and comely end:What need have I, that gave up all for love,To die like an old king out of a fable,Fighting and passionate? What need is thereFor all that ostentation at my setting?I have loved truly and betrayed no man.I need no lightning at the end, no beatingIn a vain fury at the cage’s door.[To MUSICIANS.]Had you been here when that man and his queenPlayed at so high a game, could you have foundAn ancient poem for the praise of it?It should have set out plainly that those two,Because no man and woman have loved better,Might sit on there contentedly, and weighThe joy comes after. I have heard the seamewSat there, with all the colour in her cheeks,As though she’d say: ‘There’s nothing happeningBut that a king and queen are playing chess.’DEIDREHe’s in the right, though I have not been bornOf the cold, haughty waves. My veins are hot.But though I have loved better than that queen,I’ll have as quiet fingers on the board.Oh, singing women, set it down in a bookThat love is all we need, even though it isBut the last drops we gather up like this;And though the drops are all we have known of life,For we have been most friendless – praise us for itAnd praise the double sunset, for naught’s lacking,But a good end to the long, cloudy day.NAISILight torches there and drive the shadows out,For day’s red end comes up.[A MUSICIAN lights a torch in the fire and then crosses before the chess-players, and slowly lights the torches in the sconces. The light is almost gone from the wood, but there is a clear evening light in the sky, increasing the sense of solitude and lonelinessDEIRDREMake no sad music.What is it but a king and queen at chess?They need a music that can mix itselfInto imagination, but not breakThe steady thinking that the hard game needs.[During the chess, the MUSICIANS sing this song.]Love is an immoderate thingAnd can never be content,Till it dip an ageing wing,Where some laughing elementLeaps and Time’s old lanthorn dims.What’s the merit in love-play,In the tumult of the limbsThat dies out before ’tis day,Heart on heart, or mouth on mouth,All that mingling of our breath,When love-longing is but drouthFor the things come after death?[During the last verses DEIRDRE rises from the board and kneels at NAISI’S feet.]DEIRDREI cannot go on playing like that womanThat had but the cold blood of the sea in her veins.NAISIIt is your move. Take up your man again.DEIDREDo you remember that first night in the woodsWe lay all night on leaves, and looking up,When the first grey of the dawn awoke the birds,Saw leaves above us. You thought that I still slept,And bending down to kiss me on the eyes,Found they were open. Bend and kiss me now,For it may be the last before our death.And when that’s over, we’ll be different;Imperishable things, a cloud or a fire.And I know nothing but this body, nothingBut that old vehement, bewildering kiss.[CONCHUBAR comes to the door.]MUSICIANChildren, beware!NAISI [laughing]He has taken up my challenge;Whether I am a ghost or living manWhen day has broken, I’ll forget the rest,And say that there is kingly stuff in him.[Turns to fetch spear and shield, and then sees that CONCHUBAR has goneDEIRDREHe came to spy upon us, not to fight.NAISIA prudent hunter, therefore, but no king.He’d find if what has fallen in the pitWere worth the hunting, but has come too near,And I turn hunter. You’re not man, but beast.Go scurry in the bushes, now, beast, beast,For now it’s topsy-turvy, I upon you.[He rushes out after CONCHUBAR.DEIRDREYou have a knife there thrust into your girdle.I’d have you give it me.MUSICIANNo, but I dare not.DEIDRENo, but you must.MUSICIANIf harm should come to you,They’d know I gave it.DEIRDRE [snatching knife]There is no mark on thisTo make it different from any otherOut of a common forge.[Goes to the door and looks out.MUSICIANYou have taken it,I did not give it you; but there are timesWhen such a thing is all the friend one has.DEIDREThe leaves hide all, and there’s no way to findWhat path to follow. Why is there no sound?[She goes from door to window.MUSICIANWhere would you go?DEIDRETo strike a blow for Naisi,If Conchubar call the Libyans to his aid.But why is there no clash? They have met by this!MUSICIANListen. I am called far-seeing. If Conchubar win,You have a woman’s wile that can do much,Even with men in pride of victory.He is in love and old. What were one knifeAmong a hundred?DEIRDRE [going towards them]Women, if I die,If Naisi die this night, how will you praise?What words seek out? for that will stand to you;For being but dead we shall have many friends.All through your wanderings, the doors of kingsShall be thrown wider open, the poor man’s hearthHeaped with new turf, because you are wearing this        [Gives MUSICIAN a bracelet.To show that you have Deirdre’s story right.MUSICIANHave you not been paid servants in love’s houseTo sweep the ashes out and keep the doors?And though you have suffered all for mere love’s sakeYou’d live your lives again.DEIDREEven this last hour.[CONCHUBAR enters with dark-faced men.]CONCHUBAROne woman and two men; that is a quarrelThat knows no mending. Bring the man she choseBecause of his beauty and the strength of his youth.[The dark-faced men drag in NAISI entangled in a net.NAISII have been taken like a bird or a fish.CONCHUBARHe cried ‘Beast, beast!’ and in a blind-beast rageHe ran at me and fell into the nets,But we were careful for your sake, and took himWith all the comeliness that woke desireUnbroken in him. I being old and lenient —I would not hurt a hair upon his head.DEIDREWhat do you say? Have you forgiven him?NAISIHe is but mocking us. What’s left to sayNow that the seven years’ hunt is at an end?DEIDREHe never doubted you until I made him,And therefore all the blame for what he saysShould fall on me.CONCHUBARBut his young blood is hot,And if we’re of one mind, he shall go free,And I ask nothing for it, or, if something,Nothing I could not take. There is no kingIn the wide world that, being so greatly wronged,Could copy me, and give all vengeance up.Although her marriage-day had all but come,You carried her away; but I’ll show mercy.Because you had the insolent strength of youthYou carried her away; but I’ve had timeTo think it out through all these seven years.I will show mercy.NAISIYou have many words.CONCHUBARI will not make a bargain; I but askWhat is already mine. You may go freeIf Deirdre will but walk into my houseBefore the people’s eyes, that they may knowWhen I have put the crown upon her headI have not taken her by force and guile.The doors are open, and the floors are strewed,And in the bridal chamber curtains sewnWith all enchantments that give happiness,By races that are germane to the sun,And nearest him, and have no blood in their veins —For when they’re wounded the wound drips with wine —Nor speech but singing. At the bridal doorTwo fair king’s daughters carry in their handsThe crown and robe.DEIDREOh, no! Not that, not that.Ask any other thing but that one thing.Leave me with Naisi. We will go awayInto some country at the ends of the earth.We’ll trouble you no more. You will be praisedBy everybody if you pardon us.‘He is good, he is good,’ they’ll say to one another;‘There’s nobody like him, for he forgaveDeirdre and Naisi.’CONCHUBARDo you think that IShall let you go again, after seven yearsOf longing and of planning here and there,And trafficking with merchants for the stonesThat make all sure, and watching my own faceThat none might read it?DEIRDRE [to NAISI]It’s better to go with him.Why should you die when one can bear it all?My life is over; it’s better to obey.Why should you die? I will not live long, Naisi.I’d not have you believe I’d long stay living;Oh no, no, no! You will go far away.You will forget me. Speak, speak, Naisi, speak,And say that it is better that I go.I will not ask it. Do not speak a word,For I will take it all upon myself.Conchubar, I will go.NAISIAnd do you thinkThat, were I given life at such a price,I would not cast it from me? O, my eagle!Why do you beat vain wings upon the rockWhen hollow night’s above?DEIDREIt’s better, Naisi.It may be hard for you, but you’ll forget.For what am I, to be remembered always?And there are other women. There was one,The daughter of the King of Leodas;I could not sleep because of her. Speak to him;Tell it out plain, and make him understand.And if it be he thinks I shall stay living,Say that I will not.NAISIWould I had lost lifeAmong those Scottish kings that sought it of me,Because you were my wife, or that the worstHad taken you before this bargaining!O eagle! if you were to do this thing,And buy my life of Conchubar with your body,Love’s law being broken, I would stand aloneUpon the eternal summits, and call out,And you could never come there, being banished.DEIRDRE [kneeling to CONCHUBAR]I would obey, but cannot. Pardon us.I know that you are good. I have heard you praisedFor giving gifts; and you will pardon us,Although I cannot go into your house.It was my fault. I only should be punished.[Unseen by DEIRDRE, NAISI is gagged.The very moment these eyes fell on him,I told him; I held out my hands to him;How could he refuse? At first he would not —I am not lying – he remembered you.What do I say? My hands? – No, no, my lips —For I had pressed my lips upon his lips —I swear it is not false – my breast to his;[CONCHUBAR motions; NAISI, unseen by DEIRDRE, is taken behind the curtainUntil I woke the passion that’s in all,And how could he resist? I had my beauty.You may have need of him, a brave, strong man,Who is not foolish at the council board,Nor does he quarrel by the candle-lightAnd give hard blows to dogs. A cup of wineMoves him to mirth, not madness.[She stands up.What am I saying?You may have need of him, for you have noneWho is so good a sword, or so well lovedAmong the common people. You may need him,And what king knows when the hour of need may come?You dream that you have men enough. You laugh.Yes; you are laughing to yourself. You say,‘I am Conchubar – I have no need of him.’You will cry out for him some day and say,‘If Naisi were but living’ – [She misses NAISI.] Where is he?Where have you sent him? Where is the son of Usna?Where is he, O, where is he?[She staggers over to the MUSICIANS. The EXECUTIONER has come out with sword on which there is blood; CONCHUBAR points to it. The MUSICIANS give a wailCONCHUBARThe traitor who has carried off my wifeNo longer lives. Come to my house now, Deirdre,For he that called himself your husband’s dead.DEIDREO, do not touch me. Let me go to him.[Pause.King Conchubar is right. My husband’s dead.A single woman is of no account,Lacking array of servants, linen cupboards,The bacon hanging – and King Conchubar’s houseAll ready, too – I’ll to King Conchubar’s house.It is but wisdom to do willinglyWhat has to be.CONCHUBARBut why are you so calm?I thought that you would curse me and cry out,And fall upon the ground and tear your hair.DEIRDRE [laughing]You know too much of women to think so;Though, if I were less worthy of desire,I would pretend as much; but, being myself,It is enough that you were master here.Although we are so delicately made,There’s something brutal in us, and we are wonBy those who can shed blood. It was some womanThat taught you how to woo: but do not touch me,For I’ll go with you and do all your willWhen I have done whatever’s customary.We lay the dead out, folding up the hands,Closing the eyes, and stretching out the feet,And push a pillow underneath the head,Till all’s in order; and all this I’ll doFor Naisi, son of Usna.CONCHUBARIt is not fitting.You are not now a wanderer, but a queen,And there are plenty that can do these things.DEIRDRE[Motioning CONCHUBAR away.]No, no. Not yet. I cannot be your queenTill the past’s finished, and its debts are paid.When a man dies and there are debts unpaid,He wanders by the debtor’s bed and cries,There’s so much owing.CONCHUBARYou are deceiving me.You long to look upon his face again.Why should I give you now to a dead manThat took you from a living?[He makes a step towards her.DEIRDREIn good time.You’ll stir me to more passion than he could,And yet, if you are wise, you’ll grant me this:That I go look upon him that was onceSo strong and comely and held his head so highThat women envied me. For I will see himAll blood-bedabbled and his beauty gone.It’s better, when you’re beside me in your strength,That the mind’s eye should call up the soiled body,And not the shape I loved. Look at him, women.He heard me pleading to be given up,Although my lover was still living, and yetHe doubts my purpose. I will have you tell himHow changeable all women are. How soonEven the best of lovers is forgot,When his day’s finished.CONCHUBARNo; but I will trustThe strength you have spoken of, and not your purpose.DEIRDRE [almost with a caress]I’ll have this gift – the first that I have asked.He has refused. There is no sap in him,Nothing but empty veins. I thought as much.He has refused me the first thing I have asked —Me, me, his wife. I understand him now;I know the sort of life I’ll have with him;But he must drag me to his house by force.If he refuse [she laughs], he shall be mocked of all.They’ll say to one another, ‘Look at himThat is so jealous that he lured a manFrom over sea, and murdered him, and yetHe trembled at the thought of a dead face!’[She has her hand upon curtain.CONCHUBARHow do I know that you have not some knife,And go to die upon his body?DEIDREHave me searched,If you would make so little of your queen.It may be that I have a knife hid hereUnder my dress. Bid one of these dark slavesTo search me for it.[Pause.CONCHUBARGo to your farewells, queen.DEIDRENow strike the wire, and sing to it awhile,Knowing that all is happy, and that you knowWithin what bride-bed I shall lie this night,And by what man, and lie close up to him,For the bed’s narrow, and there outsleep the cockcrow. [She goes behind the curtain.FIRST MUSICIANThey are gone, they are gone. The proud may lie by the proud.SECOND MUSICIANThough we were bidden to sing, cry nothing loud.FIRST MUSICIANThey are gone, they are gone.SECOND MUSICIANWhispering were enough.FIRST MUSICIANInto the secret wilderness of their love.SECOND MUSICIANA high, grey cairn. What more is to be said?FIRST MUSICIANEagles have gone into their cloudy bed.[Shouting outside. FERGUS enters. Many men with scythes and sickles and torches gather about the doors. The house is lit with the glare of their torchesFERGUSWhere’s Naisi, son of Usna, and his queen?I and a thousand reaping-hooks and scythesDemand him of you.CONCHUBARYou have come too late.I have accomplished all. Deirdre is mine;She is my queen, and no man now can rob me.I had to climb the topmost bough and pullThis apple among the winds. Open the curtain,That Fergus learn my triumph from her lips.[The curtain is drawn back. The MUSICIANS begin to keen with low voicesNo, no; I’ll not believe it. She is not dead —She cannot have escaped a second time!FERGUSKing, she is dead; but lay no hand upon her.What’s this but empty cage and tangled wire,Now the bird’s gone? but I’ll not have you touch it.CONCHUBARYou are all traitors, all against me – all.And she has deceived me for a second time.And every common man may keep his wife,But not the King.[Loud shouting outside: ‘Death to Conchubar!’ ‘Where is Naisi?’ etc. The dark-skinned men gather round CONCHUBAR and draw their swords; but he motions them awayI have no need of weapons,There’s not a traitor that dare stop my way.Howl, if you will; but I, being king, did rightIn choosing her most fitting to be queen,And letting no boy lover take the sway.