NAISI. Then we’ll go away. It isn’t I will give your like to Conchubor, not if the grave was dug to be my lodging when a week was by. (_He looks out._) The stars are out, Deirdre, and let you come with me quickly, for it is the stars will be our lamps many nights and we abroad in Alban, and taking our journeys among the little islands in the sea. There has never been the like of the joy we’ll have, Deirdre, you and I, having our fill of love at the evening and the morning till the sun is high. DEIRDRE. And yet I’m in dread leaving this place, where I have lived always. Won’t I be lonesome and I thinking on the little hill beyond, and the apple-trees do be budding in the spring-time by the post of the door? (_A little shaken by what has passed._) Won’t I be in great dread to bring you to destruction, Naisi, and you so happy and young? NAISI. Are you thinking I’d go on living after this night, Deirdre, and you with Conchubor in Emain? Are you thinking I’d go out after hares when I’ve had your lips in my sight? [_Lavarcham comes in as they cling to each other._ LAVARCHAM. Are you raving, Deirdre? Are you choosing this night to destroy the world? DEIRDRE. — _very deliberately._ — It’s Conchubor has chosen this night calling me to Emain. (_To Naisi._) Bring in Ainnle and Ardan, and take me from this place, where I’m in dread from this out of the footsteps of a hare passing. [_He goes._ DEIRDRE. — _clinging to Lavarcham._ — Do not take it bad I’m going, Lavarcham. It’s you have been a good friend and given me great freedom and joy, and I living on Slieve Fuadh; and maybe you’ll be well pleased one day saying you have nursed Deirdre. LAVARCHAM. — _moved._ — It isn’t I’ll be well pleased and I far away from you. Isn’t it a hard thing you’re doing, but who can help it? Birds go mating in the spring of the year, and ewes at the leaves falling, but a young girl must have her lover in all the courses of the sun and moon. DEIRDRE. Will you go to Emain in the morning? LAVARCHAM. I will not. I’ll go to Brandon in the south; and in the course of a piece, maybe, I’ll be sailing back and forward on the seas to be looking on your face and the little ways you have that none can equal. [_Naisi comes back with Ainnle and Ardan and Old Woman._ DEIRDRE. — _taking Naisi’s hand._ — My two brothers, I am going with Naisi to Alban and the north to face the troubles are foretold. Will you take word to Conchubor in Emain? AINNLE. We will go with you. ARDAN. We will be your servants and your huntsmen, Deirdre. DEIRDRE. It isn’t one brother only of you three is brave and courteous. Will you wed us, Lavarcham? You have the words and customs. LAVARCHAM. I will not, then. What would I want meddling in the ruin you will earn? NAISI. Let Ainnle wed us. . . . He has been with wise men and he knows their ways.