SHEMUS. Not ask a price? How can you sell your soul without a price? I would not listen to his broken wits; His love for Countess Cathleen has so crazed him He hardly understands what he is saying. ALEEL. The trouble that has come on Countess Cathleen, The sorrow that is in her wasted face, The burden in her eyes, have broke my wits, And yet I know I'd have you take my soul. FIRST MERCHANT. We cannot take your soul, for it is hers. ALEEL. No, but you must. Seeing it cannot help her I have grown tired of it. FIRST MERCHANT. Begone from me I may not touch it. ALEEL. Is your power so small? And must I bear it with me all my days? May you be scorned and mocked! FIRST MERCHANT. Drag him away. He troubles me. (TEIG and SHEMUS lead ALEEL into the crowd.) SECOND MERCHANT. His gaze has filled me, brother, With shaking and a dreadful fear. FIRST MERCHANT. Lean forward And kiss the circlet where my Master's lips Were pressed upon it when he sent us hither; You shall have peace once more. (SECOND MERCHANT kisses the gold circlet that is about the head of the FIRST MERCHANT.) I, too, grow weary, But there is something moving in my heart Whereby I know that what we seek the most Is drawing near--our labour will soon end. Come, deal, deal, deal, deal, deal; are you all dumb? What, will you keep me from our ancient home And from the eternal revelry? SECOND MERCHANT. Deal, deal. SHEMUS. They say you beat the woman down too low. FIRST MERCHANT. I offer this great price: a-thousand crowns For an old woman who was always ugly. (An Old PEASANT WOMAN comes forward, and he takes up a book and reads.) There is but little set down here against her. "She has stolen eggs and fowl when times were bad, But when the times grew better has confessed it; She never missed her chapel of a Sunday And when she could, paid dues." Take up your money. OLD WOMAN. God bless you, Sir. (She screams.) Oh, sir, a pain went through me! FIRST MERCHANT. That name is like a fire to all damned souls. (Murmur among the PEASANTS, who shrink back from her as she goes out.) A PEASANT. How she screamed out! SECOND PEASANT. And maybe we shall scream so. THIRD PEASANT. I tell you there is no such place as hell. FIRST MERCHANT. Can such a trifle turn you from your profit? Come, deal; come, deal. MIDDLE-AGED MAN. Master, I am afraid. FIRST MERCHANT. I bought your soul, and there's no sense in fear Now the soul's gone. MIDDLE-AGED MAN. Give me my soul again. WOMAN (going on her knees and clinging to MERCHANT) And take this money too, and give me mine. SECOND MERCHANT. Bear bastards, drink or follow some wild fancy; For sighs and cries are the soul's work, And you have none. (Throws the woman off.) PEASANT. Come, let's away. ANOTHER PEASANT. Yes, yes. ANOTHER PEASANT. Come quickly; if that woman had not screamed I would have lost my soul. ANOTHER PEASANT. Come, come away. (They turn to door, but are stopped by shouts of "Countess Cathleen! Countess Cathleen!")