The Countess Cathleen | Page 7

from him)?No, not angelical, but of the old gods,?Who wander about the world to waken the heart?The passionate, proud heart--that all the angels,?Leaving nine heavens empty, would rock to sleep.
(She goes to chapel door; ALEEL holds his clasped hands towards her for a moment hesitating, and then lets them fall beside him.)
CATHLEEN. Do not hold out to me beseeching hands.?This heart shall never waken on earth. I have sworn,?By her whose heart the seven sorrows have pierced,?To pray before this altar until my heart?Has grown to Heaven like a tree, and there?Rustled its leaves, till Heaven has saved my people.
ALEEL. (who has risen)?When one so great has spoken of love to one'?So little as I, though to deny him love,?What can he but hold out beseeching hands,?Then let them fall beside him, knowing how greatly?They have overdared?
(He goes towards the door of the hall. The COUNTESS CATHLEEN takes a few steps towards him.)
CATHLEEN. If the old tales are true,?Queens have wed shepherds and kings beggar-maids;?God's procreant waters flowing about your mind?Have made you more than kings or queens; and not you?But I am the empty pitcher.
ALEEL. Being silent,?I have said all, yet let me stay beside you.
CATHLEEN.No, no, not while my heart is shaken. No,?But you shall hear wind cry and water cry,?And curlews cry, and have the peace I longed for.
ALEEL. Give me your hand to kiss.
CATHLEEN. I kiss your forehead.?And yet I send you from me. Do not speak;?There have been women that bid men to rob?Crowns from the Country-under-Wave or apples
Upon a dragon-guarded hill, and all?That they might sift men's hearts and wills,?And trembled as they bid it, as I tremble?That lay a hard task on you, that you go,?And silently, and do not turn your head;?Goodbye; but do not turn your head and look;?Above all else, I would not have you look.
(ALEEL goes.)
I never spoke to him of his wounded hand,?And now he is gone.
(She looks out.)
I cannot see him, for all is dark outside.?Would my imagination and my heart?Were as little shaken as this holy flame!
(She goes slowly into the?chapel. The two MERCHANTS enter.)?FIRST MERCHANT. Although I bid you rob her treasury,?I find you sitting drowsed and motionless,?And yet you understand that while it's full?She'll bid against us and so bribe the poor?That our great Master'll lack his merchandise.?You know that she has brought into this house?The old and ailing that are pinched the most?At such a time and so should be bought cheap.?You've seen us sitting in the house in the wood,?While the snails crawled about the window-pane?And the mud floor, and not a soul to buy;?Not even the wandering fool's nor one of those?That when the world goes wrong must rave and talk,?Until they are as thin as a cat's ear.?But all that's nothing; you sit drowsing there?With your back hooked, your chin upon your knees.
SECOND MERCHANT. How could I help it? For she prayed so hard I could not cross the threshold till her lover?Had turned her thoughts to dream.
FIRST MERCHANT, Well, well, to labour.?There is the treasury door and time runs on.
(SECOND MERCHANT goes Out. FIRST MERCHANT sits cross-legged against a pillar, yawns and stretches.)
FIRST MERCHANT. And so I must endure the weight of the world, Far from my Master and the revelry,?That's lasted since--shaped as a worm--he bore?The knowledgable pippin in his mouth?To the first woman.
(SECOND MERCHANT returns with bags.)
Where are those dancers gone??They knew they were to carry it on their backs.
SECOND MERCHANT. I heard them breathing but a moment since, But now they are gone, being unsteadfast things.
FIRST MERCHANT. They knew their work. It seems that they imagine We'd do such wrong to our great Master's name?As to bear burdens on our backs as men do.?I'll call them, and who'll dare to disobey??Come, all you elemental populace?From Cruachan and Finbar's ancient house.?Come, break up the long dance under the hill,?Or if you lie in the hollows of the sea,?Leave lonely the long hoarding surges, leave?The cymbals of the waves to clash alone,?And shaking the sea-tangles from your hair?Gather about us.
(The SPIRITS gather under the arches.)
SECOND MERCHANT. They come. Be still a while.
(SPIRITS dance and sing.)
FIRST SPIRIT. (singing) Our hearts are sore, but we come?Because we have heard you call.
SECOND SPIRIT. Sorrow has made me dumb.
FIRST SPIRIT. Her shepherds at nightfall?Lay many a plate and cup?Down by the trodden brink,?That when the dance break up?We may have meat and drink.?Therefore our hearts are sore;?And though we have heard and come?Our crying filled the shore.
SECOND SPIRIT. Sorrow has made me dumb.
FIRST MERCHANT. What lies in the waves should be indifferent To good and evil, and yet it seems that these,?Forgetful of their pure, impartial sea,?Take sides with her.
SECOND MERCHANT. Hush, hush, and still your feet.?You are not now upon Maeve's dancing-floor.
A SPIRIT. O, look what I have found, a string