The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 2 (of 8): The King's Threshold. On Baile's Strand. Deirdre. Shadowy WatersYeats, W. B. (William Butler)
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The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 2 (of 8): The King's Threshold. On Baile's Strand. Deirdre. Shadowy Waters
Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
English literature -- Irish authors
THE COLLECTED WORKS OF WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
THE KING’S THRESHOLD. ON
BAILE’S STRAND. DEIRDRE.
SHADOWY WATERS :: BEING
THE SECOND VOLUME OF
THE COLLECTED WORKS IN
VERSE & PROSE OF WILLIAM
BUTLER YEATS :: IMPRINTED
AT THE SHAKESPEARE HEAD
PRESS STRATFORD-ON-AVON
MCMVIII
CONTENTS
PAGE
THE KING’S THRESHOLD 1
ON BAILE’S STRAND 69
DEIRDRE 125
THE SHADOWY WATERS 179
APPENDIX I:
ACTING VERSION OF ‘THE SHADOWY WATERS’ 231
APPENDIX II:
A DIFFERENT VERSION OF DEIRDRE’S ENTRANCE 251
APPENDIX III:
THE LEGENDARY AND MYTHOLOGICAL FOUNDATION OF THE PLAYS 254
APPENDIX IV:
THE DATES AND PLACES OF PERFORMANCE OF PLAYS 256
_The friends that have it I do wrong
When ever I remake a song,
Should know what issue is at stake:
It is myself that I remake._
THE KING’S THRESHOLD
TO FRANK FAY
BECAUSE OF HIS BEAUTIFUL SPEAKING IN
THE CHARACTER OF SEANCHAN
_PERSONS IN THE PLAY_
KING GUAIRE
SEANCHAN (_pronounced_ SHANAHAN)
HIS PUPILS
THE MAYOR OF KINVARA
TWO CRIPPLES
BRIAN (_an old servant_)
THE LORD HIGH CHAMBERLAIN
A SOLDIER
A MONK
COURT LADIES
TWO PRINCESSES
FEDELM
THE KING’S THRESHOLD.
_Steps before the Palace of KING GUAIRE at Gort. A
table in front of steps at one side, with food on it,
and a bench by table. SEANCHAN lying on steps. PUPILS
before steps. KING on the upper step before a curtained
door._
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’s 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.
OLDEST PUPIL.
When did he sicken?
Is it a fever that is wasting him?
KING.
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