Speak, speak, for underneath the cover there The sand is running from the upper glass, And when the last grain's through, I shall be lost. FOOL I will not speak. I will not tell you what is in my mind. I will not tell you what is in my bag. You might steal away my thoughts. I met a bodach on the road yesterday, and he said, 'Teigue, tell me how many pennies are in your bag; I will wager three pennies that there are not twenty pennies in your bag; let me put in my hand and count them.' But I gripped the bag the tighter, and when I go to sleep at night I hide the bag where nobody knows. WISE MAN There's but one pinch of sand, and I am lost If you are not he I seek. FOOL O, what a lot the Fool knows, but he says nothing. WISE MAN Yes, I remember now. You spoke of angels. You said but now that you had seen an angel. You are the one I seek, and I am saved. FOOL Oh no. How could poor Teigue see angels? Oh, Teigue tells one tale here, another there, and everybody gives him pennies. If Teigue had not his tales he would starve. [_He breaks away and goes out._ WISE MAN The last hope is gone, And now that it's too late I see it all, We perish into God and sink away Into reality--the rest's a dream. [_The Fool comes back._ FOOL There was one there--there by the threshold stone, waiting there; and he said, 'Go in, Teigue, and tell him everything that he asks you. He will give you a penny if you tell him.' WISE MAN I know enough, that know God's will prevails. FOOL Waiting till the moment had come--That is what the one out there was saying, but I might tell you what you asked. That is what he was saying. WISE MAN Be silent. May God's will prevail on the instant, Although His will be my eternal pain. I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry That what so God has willed On the instant be fulfilled, Though that be my damnation. The stream of the world has changed its course, And with the stream my thoughts have run Into some cloudy thunderous spring That is its mountain source-- Aye, to some frenzy of the mind, For all that we have done's undone, Our speculation but as the wind. [_He dies._ FOOL Wise man--Wise man, wake up and I will tell you everything for a penny. It is I, poor Teigue the Fool. Why don't you wake up, and say, 'There is a penny for you, Teigue'? No, no, you will say nothing. You and I, we are the two fools, we know everything, but we will not speak. [_Angel enters holding a casket._