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Scene.—A room with lighted fire, and a door into the open air, through which one sees, perhaps, the trees of a wood, and these trees should be painted in flat colour upon a gold or diapered sky. The walls are of one colour. The scent should have the effect of missal painting. Mary, awoman of forty years or so, is grinding a quern.

MARY

What can have made the grey hen flutter so?

(TEIG, a boy of fourteen, is coming in with turf, which he lays beside the hearth.)

TEIG

They say that now the land is famine struck

The graves are walking.

MARY

There is something that the hen hears.

TEIG

And that is not the worst; at Tubber-vanach

A woman met a man with ears spread out,

And they moved up and down like a bat's wing.

MARY

What can have kept your father all this while?

TEIG

Two nights ago, at Carrick-orus churchyard,

A herdsman met a man who had no mouth,

Nor eyes, nor ears; his face a wall of flesh;

He saw him plainly by the light of the moon.

MARY

Look out, and tell me if your father's coming.

(TEIG goes to door.)

TEIG

Mother!

MARY

What is it?

TEIG

In the bush beyond,

There are two birds—if you can call them birds—

I could not see them rightly for the leaves.

But they've the shape and colour of horned owls

And I'm half certain they've a human face.

MARY

Mother of God, defend us!

TEIG

They're looking at me.

What is the good of praying? father says.

God and the Mother of God have dropped asleep.

What do they care, he says, though the whole land

Squeal like a rabbit under a weasel's tooth?

MARY

You'll bring misfortune with your blasphemies

Upon your father, or yourself, or me.

I would to God he were home—ah, there he is.

(SHEMUS comes in.)

What was it kept you in the wood? You know

I cannot get all sorts of accidents

Out of my mind till you are home again.

SHEMUS

I'm in no mood to listen to your clatter.

Although I tramped the woods for half a day,

I've taken nothing, for the very rats,

Badgers, and hedgehogs seem to have died of drought,

And there was scarce a wind in the parched leaves.

TEIG

Then you have brought no dinner.

SHEMUS

After that

I sat among the beggars at the cross-roads,

And held a hollow hand among the others.

MARY

What, did you beg?

SHEMUS

I had no chance to beg,

For when the beggars saw me they cried out

They would not have another share their alms,

And hunted me away with sticks and stones.

TEIG

You said that you would bring us food or money.

SHEMUS

What's in the house?

TEIG

A bit of mouldy bread.

MARY

There's flour enough to make another loaf.

TEIG

And when that's gone?

MARY

There is the hen in the coop.

SHEMUS

My curse upon the beggars, my curse upon them!

TEIG

And the last penny gone.

SHEMUS

When the hen's gone,

What can we do but live on sorrel and dock,

And dandelion, till our mouths are green?

MARY

God, that to this hour's found bit and sup,

Will cater for us still.

SHEMUS

His kitchen's bare.

There were five doors that I looked through this day

And saw the dead and not a soul to wake them.

MARY

Maybe He'd have us die because He knows,

When the ear is stopped and when the eye is stopped,

That every wicked sight is hid from the eye,

And all fool talk from the ear.

SHEMUS

Who's passing there?

And mocking us with music?

(A stringed instrument without.)

TEIG

A young man plays it,

There's an old woman and a lady with him.

SHEMUS

What is the trouble of the poor to her?

Nothing at all or a harsh radishy sauce

For the day's meat.

MARY

God's pity on the rich.

Had we been through as many doors, and seen

The dishes standing on the polished wood

In the wax candle light, we'd be as hard,

And there's the needle's eye at the end of all.

SHEMUS

My curse upon the rich.

TEIG

They're coming here.

SHEMUS

Then down upon that stool, down quick, I say,

And call up a whey face and a whining voice,

And let your head be bowed upon your knees.

MARY

Had I but time to put the place to rights.

(CATHLEEN, OONA, and ALEEL enter.)

CATHLEEN

God save all here. There is a certain house,

An old grey castle with a kitchen garden,

A cider orchard and a plot for flowers,

Somewhere among these woods.

MARY

We know it, lady.

A place that's set among impassable walls

As though world's trouble could not find it out.

CATHLEEN

It may be that we are that trouble, for we—

Although we've wandered in the wood this hour—

Have lost it too, yet I should know my way,

For I lived all my childhood in that house.

MARY

Then you are Countess Cathleen?

CATHLEEN

And this woman,

Oona, my nurse, should have remembered it,

For we were happy for a long time there.

OONA

The paths are overgrown with thickets now,

Or else some change has come upon my sight.

CATHLEEN

And this young man, that should have known the woods—

Because we met him on their border but now,

Wandering and singing like a wave of the sea—

Is so wrapped up in dreams of terrors to come

That he can give no help.

MARY

You have still some way,

But I can put you on the trodden path

Your servants take when they are marketing.

But first sit down and rest yourself awhile,

For my old fathers served your fathers, lady,

Longer than books can tell—and it were strange

If you and yours should not be welcome here.

CATHLEEN

And it were stranger still were I ungrateful

For such kind welcome—but I must be gone,

For the night's gathering in.

SHEMUS

It is a long while

Since I've set eyes on bread or on what buys it.

CATHLEEN

So you are starving even in this wood,

Where I had thought I would find nothing changed.

But that's a dream, for the old worm o' the world

Can eat its way into what place it pleases.

(She gives money.)

TEIG

Beautiful lady, give me something too;

I fell but now, being weak with hunger and thirst

And lay upon the threshold like a log.

CATHLEEN

I gave for all and that was all I had.

Look, my purse is empty. I have passed

By starving men and women all this day,

And they have had the rest; but take the purse,

The silver clasps on't may be worth a trifle.

But if you'll come to-morrow to my house

You shall have twice the sum.

(ALEEL begins to play.)

SHEMUS (muttering)

What, music, music!

CATHLEEN

Ah, do not blame the finger on the string;

The doctors bid me fly the unlucky times

And find distraction for my thoughts, or else

Pine to my grave.

SHEMUS

I have said nothing, lady.

Why should the like of us complain?

OONA

Have done.

Sorrows that she's but read of in a book

Weigh on her mind as if they had been her own.

(OONA, MARY, and CATHLEEN go out. ALEEL looks defiantly at SHEMUS.)

ALEEL (singing)

Were I but crazy for love's sake

I know who'd measure out his length,

I know the heads that I should break,

For crazy men have double strength.

There! all's out now to leave or take,

And who mocks music mocks at love;

And when I'm crazy for love's sake

I'll not go far to choose.

(Snapping his fingers in SHEMUS' face.)

Enough!

I know the heads that I shall break.

(He takes a step towards the door and then turns again.)

Shut to the door before the night has fallen,

For who can say what walks, or in what shape

Some devilish creature flies in the air, but now

Two grey-horned owls hooted above our heads.

(He goes out, his singing dies away. MARY comes in. SHEMUS has been counting the money.)

SHEMUS

So that fool's gone.

TEIG

He's seen the horned owls too.

There's no good luck in owls, but it may be

That the ill luck's to fall upon his head.

MARY

You never thanked her ladyship.

SHEMUS

Thank her,

For seven halfpence and a silver bit?

TEIG

But for this empty purse?

SHEMUS

What's that for thanks,

Or what's the double of it that she promised?

With bread and flesh and every sort of food

Up to a price no man has heard the like of

And rising every day.

MARY

We have all she had;

She emptied out the purse before our eyes.

SHEMUS (to MARY, who has gone to close the door)

Leave that door open.

MARY

When those that have read books,

And seen the seven wonders of the world,

Fear what's above or what's below the ground,

It's time that poverty should bolt the door.

SHEMUS

I'll have no bolts, for there is not a thing

That walks above the ground or under it

I had not rather welcome to this house

Than any more of mankind, rich or poor.

TEIG

So that they brought us money.

SHEMUS

I heard say

There's something that appears like a white bird,

A pigeon or a seagull or the like,

But if you hit it with a stone or a stick

It clangs as though it had been made of brass,

And that if you dig down where it was scratching

You'll find a crock of gold.

TEIG

But dream of gold

For three nights running, and there's always gold.

SHEMUS

You might be starved before you've dug it out.

TEIG

But maybe if you called, something would come,

They have been seen of late.

MARY

Is it call devils?

Call devils from the wood, call them in here?

SHEMUS

So you'd stand up against me, and you'd say

Who or what I am to welcome here. (He hits her.) That is to show who's master.

TEIG

Call them in.

MARY

God help us all!

SHEMUS

Pray, if you have a mind to.

It's little that the sleepy ears above

Care for your words; but I'll call what I please.

TEIG

There is many a one, they say, had money from them.

SHEMUS (at door)

Whatever you are that walk the woods at night,

So be it that you have not shouldered up

Out of a grave—for I'll have nothing human—

And have free hands, a friendly trick of speech,

I welcome you. Come, sit beside the fire.

What matter if your head's below your arms

Or you've a horse's tail to whip your flank,

Feathers instead of hair, that's but a straw,

Come, share what bread and meat is in the house,

And stretch your heels and warm them in the ashes.

And after that, let's share and share alike

And curse all men and women. Come in, come in.

What, is there no one there? (Turning from door) And yet they say They are as common as the grass, and ride Even upon the book in the priest's hand.

(TEIG lifts one arm slowly and points toward the door and begins moving backwards. SHEMUS turns, he also sees something and begins moving backward. MARY does the same. A man dressed as an Eastern merchant comes in carrying a small carpet. He unrolls it and sits cross-legged at one end of it. Another man dressed in the same way follows, and sits at the other end. This is done slowly and deliberately. When they are seated they take money out of embroidered purses at their girdles and begin arranging it on the carpet.)

TEIG

You speak to them.

SHEMUS

No, you.

TEIG

'Twas you that called them.

SHEMUS (coming nearer)

I'd make so bold, if you would pardon it,

To ask if there's a thing you'd have of us.

Although we are but poor people, if there is,

Why, if there is——

FIRST MERCHANT

We've travelled a long road,

For we are merchants that must tramp the world,

And now we look for supper and a fire

And a safe corner to count money in.

SHEMUS

I thought you were … but that's no matter now—

There had been words between my wife and me

Because I said I would be master here,

And ask in what I pleased or who I pleased

And so … but that is nothing to the point,

Because it's certain that you are but merchants.

FIRST MERCHANT

We travel for the Master of all merchants.

SHEMUS

Yet if you were that I had thought but now

I'd welcome you no less. Be what you please

And you'll have supper at the market rate,

That means that what was sold for but a penny

Is now worth fifty.

(MERCHANTS begin putting money on carpet.)

FIRST MERCHANT

Our Master bids us pay

So good a price, that all who deal with us

Shall eat, drink, and be merry.

SHEMUS (to MARY)

Bestir yourself,

Go kill and draw the fowl, while Teig and I

Lay out the plates and make a better fire.

MARY

I will not cook for you.

SHEMUS

Not cook! not cook!

Do not be angry. She wants to pay me back

Because I struck her in that argument.

But she'll get sense again. Since the dearth came

We rattle one on another as though we were

Knives thrown into a basket to be cleaned.

MARY

I will not cook for you, because I know

In what unlucky shape you sat but now

Outside this door.

TEIG

It's this, your honours:

Because of some wild words my father said

She thinks you are not of those who cast a shadow.

SHEMUS

I said I'd make the devils of the wood

Welcome, if they'd a mind to eat and drink;

But it is certain that you are men like us.

FIRST MERCHANT

It's strange that she should think we cast no shadow,

For there is nothing on the ridge of the world

That's more substantial than the merchants are

That buy and sell you.

MARY

If you are not demons,

And seeing what great wealth is spread out there,

Give food or money to the starving poor.

FIRST MERCHANT

If we knew how to find deserving poor

We'd do our share.

MARY

But seek them patiently.

FIRST MERCHANT

We know the evils of mere charity.

MARY

Those scruples may befit a common time.

I had thought there was a pushing to and fro,

At times like this, that overset the scale

And trampled measure down.

FIRST MERCHANT

But if already

We'd thought of a more prudent way than that?

SECOND MERCHANT

If each one brings a bit of merchandise,

We'll give him such a price he never dreamt of.

MARY

Where shall the starving come at merchandise?

FIRST MERCHANT

We will ask nothing but what all men have.

MARY

Their swine and cattle, fields and implements

Are sold and gone.

FIRST MERCHANT

They have not sold all yet.

For there's a vaporous thing—that may be nothing,

But that's the buyer's risk—a second self,

They call immortal for a story's sake.

SHEMUS

They come to buy our souls?

TEIG

I'll barter mine.

Why should we starve for what may be but nothing?

MARY

Teig and Shemus——

SHEMUS

What can it be but nothing?

What has God poured out of His bag but famine?

Satan gives money.

TEIG

Yet no thunder stirs.

FIRST MERCHANT

There is a heap for each.

(SHEMUS goes to take money.)

But no, not yet,

For there's a work I have to set you to.

SHEMUS

So then you're as deceitful as the rest,

And all that talk of buying what's but a vapour

Is fancy bread. I might have known as much,

Because that's how the trick-o'-the-loop man talks.

FIRST MERCHANT

That's for the work, each has its separate price;

But neither price is paid till the work's done.

TEIG

The same for me.

MARY

Oh, God, why are you still?

FIRST MERCHANT

You've but to cry aloud at every cross-road,

At every house door, that we buy men's souls.

And give so good a price that all may live

In mirth and comfort till the famine's done,

Because we are Christian men.

SHEMUS

Come, let's away.

TEIG

I shall keep running till I've earned the price.

SECOND MERCHANT

(who has risen and gone towards fire)

Stop; you must have proof behind the words.

So here's your entertainment on the road.

(He throws a bag of money on the ground.)

Live as you please; our Master's generous.

(TEIG and SHEMUS have stopped. TEIG takes the money. They go out.)

MARY

Destroyers of souls, God will destroy you quickly.

You shall at last dry like dry leaves and hang

Nailed like dead vermin to the doors of God.

SECOND MERCHANT

Curse to your fill, for saints will have their dreams.

FIRST MERCHANT

Though we're but vermin that our Master sent

To overrun the world, he at the end

Shall pull apart the pale ribs of the moon

And quench the stars in the ancestral night.

MARY

God is all powerful.

SECOND MERCHANT

Pray, you shall need Him.

You shall eat dock and grass, and dandelion,

Till that low threshold there becomes a wall,

And when your hands can scarcely drag your body

We shall be near you.

(MARY faints.)

(The FIRST MERCHANT takes up the carpet, spreads it before the fire and stands in front of it warming his hands.)

FIRST MERCHANT

Our faces go unscratched,

Wring the neck o' that fowl, scatter the flour

And look if there is bread upon the shelves.

We'll turn the fowl upon the spit and roast it,

And eat the supper we were bidden to,

Now that the house is quiet, praise our Master,

And stretch and warm our heels among the ashes.