[_The MONK plucks his habit away. SEANCHAN holds up his hand as if a bird perched upon it. He pretends to stroke the bird._ A little god, With soft well-coloured feathers, and bright eyes. _Aileen._ We have listened long enough. _Essa._ Let us away, Where we can watch the young men at the hurley. _Seanchan._ Yes, yes, go to the hurley, go to the hurley, Go to the hurley, gather up your skirts, Run quickly. You can remember many love songs; I know it by the light that’s in your eyes, But you’ll forget them. You’re fair to look on, Your feet delight in dancing, and your mouths In the slow smiling that awakens love. The mothers that have borne you mated rightly, For they had little ears as thirsty as are yours For many love-songs. Go to the young men: Are not the ruddy flesh and the thin flanks And the broad shoulders worthy of desire? Go from me. Here is nothing for your eyes, But it is I that am singing you away, Singing you to the young men. [_The two young PRINCESSES BUAN and FINNHUA come in. While he has been speaking AILEEN and ESSA have shrunk back holding each others hands._ _Aileen._ Be quiet; Look who it is that has come out of the house. Princesses, we are for the hurling field. Will you come too? _Princess Buan._ We will go with you, Aileen, But we must have some words with Seanchan, For we have come to make him eat and drink. _Chamberlain._ I will hold out the dish and cup for him While you are speaking to him of his folly, If you desire it, Princess. [_He has taken up dish and cup._ _Princess Buan._ Give me the cup. My sister there will carry the dish of meat: We’ll offer them ourselves. _Aileen._ They are so gracious, The dear little princesses are so gracious. [_PRINCESS BUAN holds out her hand for SEANCHAN to kiss it; he does not move._ Although she is holding out her hand to him He will not kiss it. _Princess Buan._ My father bids us say That though he cannot have you at his table, You may ask any other thing you like And he will give it you. We carry you A dish and a cup of wine, with our own hands, To show in what great honour you are held. Will you not drink a little? Does he not show Every befitting honour to the poets? _Aileen._ O look, he has taken it, he has taken it! The dear princesses, I have always said That nobody could refuse them anything. [_SEANCHAN takes the cup in one hand, in the other he holds for a moment the hand of the PRINCESS._