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 — John Shaqi
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
BLIND MAN.
Wait, wait. There’s somebody coming.... It is Cuchulain is coming.
He’s coming back with the High King. Go and ask Cuchulain. He’ll tell
you. It’s little you’ll care about the cooking-pot when you have asked
Cuchulain that....
[_BLIND MAN goes out by side door._
FOOL.
I’ll ask him. Cuchulain will know. He was in Aoife’s country. [_Goes
up stage._] I’ll ask him. [_Turns and goes down stage._] But, no. I
won’t ask him, I would be afraid. [_Going up again._] Yes, I will ask
him. What harm in asking? The Blind Man said I was to ask him. [_Going
down._] No, no. I’ll not ask him. He might kill me. I have but killed
hens and geese and pigs. He has killed kings. [_Goes up again almost to
big door._] Who says I’m afraid? I’m not afraid. I’m no coward. I’ll
ask him. No, no, Cuchulain, I’m not going to ask you.
He has killed kings,
Kings and the sons of kings,
Dragons out of the water,
And witches out of the air,
Banachas and Bonachas and people of the woods.
[FOOL goes out by side door, the last words being heard
outside. CUCHULAIN and CONCHUBAR enter through the
big door at the back. While they are still outside,
CUCHULAIN’S voice is heard raised in anger. He is a
dark man, something over forty years of age. CONCHUBAR
is much older and carries a long staff, elaborately
carved, or with an elaborate gold handle.
CUCHULAIN.
Because I have killed men without your bidding
And have rewarded others at my own pleasure,
Because of half a score of trifling things
You’d lay this oath upon me, and now—and now
You add another pebble to the heap.
And I must be your man, well-nigh your bondsman,
Because a youngster out of Aoife’s country
Has found the shore ill-guarded.
CONCHUBAR.
He came to land
While you were somewhere out of sight and hearing,
Hunting or dancing with your wild companions.
CUCHULAIN.
He can be driven out. I’ll not be bound.
I’ll dance or hunt, or quarrel or make love,
Wherever and whenever I’ve a mind to.
If time had not put water in your blood,
You never would have thought it.
CONCHUBAR.
I would leave
A strong and settled country to my children.
CUCHULAIN.
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