I heard the beat of hoofs, but saw no horse, And then came other hoofs and after that I heard low angry cries and thereupon I ceased to be afraid. EMER Cuchulain wakes. (The figure turns round. It once more wears the heroic mask.) CUCHULAIN Eithne Inguba take me in your arms, I have been in some strange place and am afraid. (The First Musician comes to the front of stage, the others from each side and unfold the cloth singing) THE MUSICIANS What makes her heart beat thus, Plain to be understood I have met in a man's house A statue of solitude, Moving there and walking; Its strange heart beating fast For all our talking. O still that heart at last. O bitter reward! Of many a tragic tomb! And we though astonished are dumb And give but a sigh and a word A passing word. Although the door be shut And all seem well enough, Although wide world hold not A man but will give you his love. The moment he has looked at you, He that has loved the best May turn from a statue His too human breast. O bitter reward! Of many a tragic tomb! And we though astonished are dumb Or give but a sigh and a word A passing word. What makes your heart so beat? Some one should stay at her side. When beauty is complete Her own thought will have died And danger not be diminished; Dimmed at three quarter light When moon's round is finished The stars are out of sight. O bitter reward! Of many a tragic tomb! And we though astonished are dumb Or give but a sigh and a word A passing word. (When the cloth is folded again the stage is bare.) * * * * * Here ends, 'Two Plays for Dancers,' by William Butler Yeats. Four hundred copies of this book have been printed and published by Elizabeth Corbet Yeats on paper made in Ireland, at the Cuala Press, Churchtown, Dundrum, in the County of Dublin, Ireland. Finished on the tenth day of January in the year nineteen hundred and nineteen. End of Project Gutenberg's Two plays for dancers, by William Butler Yeats