DEIRDRE. — _to both of them and the others._ — It is my wish. . . . It may be I will not have Naisi growing an old man in Alban with an old woman at his side, and young girls pointing out and saying, “that is Deirdre and Naisi had great beauty in their youth.” It may be we do well putting a sharp end to the day is brave and glorious, as our fathers put a sharp end to the days of the kings of Ireland; or that I’m wishing to set my foot on Slieve Fuadh, where I was running one time and leaping the streams, (_to Lavarcham_) and that I’d be well pleased to see our little apple-trees, Lavarcham, behind our cabin on the hill; or that I’ve learned, Fergus, it’s a lonesome thing to be away from Ireland always. AINNLE. — _giving in._ — There is no place but will be lonesome to us from this out, and we thinking on our seven years in Alban. DEIRDRE. — _to Naisi._ — It’s in this place we’d be lonesome in the end. . . . Take down Fergus to the sea. He has been a guest had a hard welcome and he bringing messages of peace. FERGUS. We will make your curagh ready and it fitted for the voyage of a king. [_He goes with Naisi._ DEIRDRE. Take your spears, Ainnle and Ardan, and go down before me, and take your horse-boys to be carrying my cloaks are on the threshold. AINNLE. — _obeying._ — It’s with a poor heart we’ll carry your things this day we have carried merrily so often, and we hungry and cold. [_They gather up things and go out._ DEIRDRE. — _to Lavarcham._ — Go you, too, Lavarcham. You are old, and I will follow quickly. LAVARCHAM. I’m old, surely, and the hopes I had my pride in are broken and torn. [_She goes out, with a look of awe at Deirdre._ DEIRDRE. — _clasping her hands._ — Woods of Cuan, woods of Cuan, dear country of the east! It’s seven years we’ve had a life was joy only, and this day we’re going west, this day we’re facing death, maybe, and death should be a poor, untidy thing, though it’s a queen that dies. [_She goes out slowly._ CURTAIN ACT III. _Tent below Emain, with shabby skins and benches. There is an opening at each side and at back, the latter closed. Old Woman comes in with food and fruits and arranges them on table. Conchubor comes in on right._ CONCHUBOR. — _sharply._ — Has no one come with news for me? OLD WOMAN. I’ve seen no one at all, Conchubor. CONCHUBOR. — _watches her working for a moment, then makes sure opening at back is closed._ — Go up then to Emain, you’re not wanting here. (_A noise heard left._) Who is that? OLD WOMAN. — _going left._ — It’s Lavarcham coming again. She’s a great wonder for jogging back and forward through the world, and I made certain she’d be off to meet them; but she’s coming alone, Conchubor, my dear child Deirdre isn’t with her at all. CONCHUBOR. Go up so and leave us. OLD WOMAN. — _pleadingly._ — I’d be well pleased to set my eyes on Deirdre if she’s coming this night, as we’re told.