_ _A number of_
PEASANTS
_enter by other door_.
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These are no thoughts for any Christian ear.
ALEEL
I am younger, she would be too heavy for you.
(_He begins taking his lute out of the bag_, CATHLEEN, _who has turned
towards_ OONA, _turns back to him_. )
This hollow box remembers every foot
That danced upon the level grass of the world,
And will tell secrets if I whisper to it.
(_Sings. _)
Lift up the white knee;
Hear what they sing,
Those young dancers
That in a ring
Raved but now
Of the hearts that brake
Long, long ago
For their sake.
OONA
New friends are sweet.
ALEEL
"But the dance changes.
Lift up the gown,
All that sorrow
Is trodden down. "
OONA
The empty rattle-pate! Lean on this arm,
That I can tell you is a christened arm,
And not like some, if we are to judge by speech.
But as you please. It is time I was forgot.
Maybe it is not on this arm you slumbered
When you were as helpless as a worm.
ALEEL
Stay with me till we come to your own house.
CATHLEEN (_sitting down_)
When I am rested I will need no help.
ALEEL
I thought to have kept her from remembering
The evil of the times for full ten minutes;
But now when seven are out you come between.
OONA
Talk on; what does it matter what you say,
For you have not been christened?
ALEEL
Old woman, old woman,
You robbed her of three minutes peace of mind,
And though you live unto a hundred years,
And wash the feet of beggars and give alms,
And climb Croaghpatrick, you shall not be pardoned.
OONA
How does a man who never was baptized
Know what Heaven pardons?
ALEEL
You are a sinful woman.
OONA
I care no more than if a pig had grunted.
(_Enter_ CATHLEEN'S _Steward_. )
STEWARD
I am not to blame, for I had locked the gate,
The forester's to blame. The men climbed in
At the east corner where the elm-tree is.
CATHLEEN
I do not understand you, who has climbed?
STEWARD
Then God be thanked, I am the first to tell you.
I was afraid some other of the servants--
Though I've been on the watch--had been the first,
And mixed up truth and lies, your ladyship.
CATHLEEN (_rising_)
Has some misfortune happened?
STEWARD
Yes, indeed.
The forester that let the branches lie
Against the wall's to blame for everything,
For that is how the rogues got into the garden.
CATHLEEN
I thought to have escaped misfortune here.
Has any one been killed?
STEWARD
Oh, no, not killed.
They have stolen half a cart-load of green cabbage.
CATHLEEN
But maybe they were starving.
STEWARD
That is certain.
To rob or starve, that was the choice they had.
CATHLEEN
A learned theologian has laid down
That starving men may take what's necessary,
And yet be sinless.
OONA
Sinless and a thief!
There should be broken bottles on the wall.
CATHLEEN
And if it be a sin, while faith's unbroken
God cannot help but pardon. There is no soul
But it's unlike all others in the world,
Nor one but lifts a strangeness to God's love
Till that's grown infinite, and therefore none
Whose loss were less than irremediable
Although it were the wickedest in the world.
(_Enter_ TEIG _and_ SHEMUS. )
STEWARD
What are you running for? Pull off your cap,
Do you not see who's there?
SHEMUS
I cannot wait.
I am running to the world with the best news
That has been brought it for a thousand years.
STEWARD
Then get your breath and speak.
SHEMUS
If you'd my news
You'd run as fast and be as out of breath.
TEIG
Such news, we shall be carried on men's shoulders.
SHEMUS
There's something every man has carried with him
And thought no more about than if it were
A mouthful of the wind; and now it's grown
A marketable thing!
TEIG
And yet it seemed
As useless as the paring of one's nails.
SHEMUS
What sets me laughing when I think of it,
Is that a rogue who's lain in lousy straw,
If he but sell it, may set up his coach.
TEIG (_laughing_)
There are two gentlemen who buy men's souls.
CATHLEEN
O God!
TEIG
And maybe there's no soul at all.
STEWARD
They're drunk or mad.
TEIG
Look at the price they give.
(_Showing money. _)
SHEMUS (_tossing up money_)
"Go cry it all about the world," they said.
"Money for souls, good money for a soul. "
CATHLEEN
Give twice and thrice and twenty times their money,
And get your souls again. I will pay all.
SHEMUS
Not we! not we! For souls--if there are souls--
But keep the flesh out of its merriment.
I shall be drunk and merry.
TEIG
Come, let's away.
(_He goes. _)
CATHLEEN
But there's a world to come.
SHEMUS
And if there is,
I'd rather trust myself into the hands
That can pay money down than to the hands
That have but shaken famine from the bag.
(_He goes out_ R. )
(_Lilting_)
"There's money for a soul, sweet yellow money.
There's money for men's souls, good money, money. "
CATHLEEN (_to_ ALEEL)
Go call them here again, bring them by force,
Beseech them, bribe, do anything you like;
(ALEEL _goes_. )
And you too follow, add your prayers to his.
(OONA, _who has been praying, goes out_. )
Steward, you know the secrets of my house.
How much have I?
STEWARD
A hundred kegs of gold.
CATHLEEN
How much have I in castles?
STEWARD
As much more.
CATHLEEN
How much have I in pasture?
STEWARD
As much more.
CATHLEEN
How much have I in forests?
STEWARD
As much more.
CATHLEEN
Keeping this house alone, sell all I have,
Go barter where you please, but come again
With herds of cattle and with ships of meal.
STEWARD
God's blessing light upon your ladyship.
You will have saved the land.
CATHLEEN
Make no delay.
(_He goes_ L. )
(ALEEL _and_ OONA _return_)
CATHLEEN
They have not come; speak quickly.
ALEEL
One drew his knife
And said that he would kill the man or woman
That stopped his way; and when I would have stopped him
He made this stroke at me; but it is nothing.
CATHLEEN
You shall be tended. From this day for ever
I'll have no joy or sorrow of my own.
OONA
Their eyes shone like the eyes of birds of prey.
CATHLEEN
Come, follow me, for the earth burns my feet
Till I have changed my house to such a refuge
That the old and ailing, and all weak of heart,
May escape from beak and claw; all, all, shall come
Till the walls burst and the roof fall on us.
From this day out I have nothing of my own.
(_She goes. _)
OONA (_taking_ ALEEL _by the arm and as she speaks bandaging his wound_)
She has found something now to put her hand to,
And you and I are of no more account
Than flies upon a window-pane in the winter.
(_They go out. _)
END OF SCENE II.
SCENE III
SCENE. --_Hall in the house of_ COUNTESS CATHLEEN. _At the Left an
oratory with steps leading up to it. At the Right a tapestried
wall, more or less repeating the form of the oratory, and a great
chair with its back against the wall. In the Centre are two or more
arches through which one can see dimly the trees of the garden. _
CATHLEEN _is kneeling in front of the altar in the oratory; there
is a hanging lighted lamp over the altar_. ALEEL _enters_.
ALEEL
I have come to bid you leave this castle and fly
Out of these woods.
CATHLEEN
What evil is there here
That is not everywhere from this to the sea?
ALEEL
They who have sent me walk invisible.
CATHLEEN
So it is true what I have heard men say,
That you have seen and heard what others cannot.
ALEEL
I was asleep in my bed, and while I slept
My dream became a fire; and in the fire
One walked and he had birds about his head.
CATHLEEN
I have heard that one of the old gods walked so.
ALEEL
It may be that he is angelical;
And, lady, he bids me call you from these woods.
And you must bring but your old foster-mother,
And some few serving men, and live in the hills,
Among the sounds of music and the light
Of waters, till the evil days are done.
For here some terrible death is waiting you,
Some unimagined evil, some great darkness
That fable has not dreamt of, nor sun nor moon
Scattered.
CATHLEEN
No, not angelical.
ALEEL
This house
You are to leave with some old trusty man,
And bid him shelter all that starve or wander
While there is food and house room.
CATHLEEN
He bids me go
Where none of mortal creatures but the swan
Dabbles, and there you would pluck the harp, when the trees
Had made a heavy shadow about our door,
And talk among the rustling of the reeds,
When night hunted the foolish sun away
With stillness and pale tapers. No--no--no!
I cannot. Although I weep, I do not weep
Because that life would be most happy, and here
I find no way, no end. Nor do I weep
Because I had longed to look upon your face,
But that a night of prayer has made me weary.
ALEEL (_prostrating himself before her_)
Let Him that made mankind, the angels and devils
And dearth and plenty, mend what He has made,
For when we labour in vain and eye still sees
Heart breaks in vain.
CATHLEEN
How would that quiet end?
ALEEL
How but in healing?
CATHLEEN
You have seen my tears
And I can see your hand shake on the floor.
ALEEL (_faltering_)
I thought but of healing. He was angelical.
CATHLEEN (_turning away 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 hesitatingly, 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 curlew 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 distant sound of an alarm bell. _
_The two_ MERCHANTS _enter hurriedly_. )
SECOND MERCHANT
They are ringing the alarm, and in a moment
They'll be upon us.
FIRST MERCHANT (_going to a door at the side_)
Here is the Treasury,
You'd my commands to put them all to sleep.
SECOND MERCHANT
Some angel or else her prayers protected them.
(_Goes into the Treasury and returns with bags of treasure. _ FIRST
MERCHANT _has been listening at the oratory door_. )
FIRST MERCHANT
She has fallen asleep.
(SECOND MERCHANT _goes out through one of the arches at the back and
stands listening. The bags are at his feet. _)
SECOND MERCHANT
We've all the treasure now,
So let's away before they've tracked us out.
FIRST MERCHANT
I have a plan to win her.
SECOND MERCHANT
You have time enough
If you would kill her and bear off her soul
Before they are upon us with their prayers;
They search the Western Tower.
FIRST MERCHANT
That may not be.
We cannot face the heavenly host in arms.
Her soul must come to us of its own will,
But being of the ninth and mightiest Hell
Where all are kings, I have a plan to win it.
Lady, we've news that's crying out for speech.
(CATHLEEN _wakes and comes to door of chapel_. )
CATHLEEN
Who calls?
FIRST MERCHANT
We have brought news.
CATHLEEN
What are you?
FIRST MERCHANT
We are merchants, and we know the book of the world
Because we have walked upon its leaves; and there
Have read of late matters that much concern you;
And noticing the castle door stand open,
Came in to find an ear.
CATHLEEN
The door stands open,
That no one who is famished or afraid,
Despair of help or of a welcome with it.
But you have news, you say.
FIRST MERCHANT
We saw a man,
Heavy with sickness in the bog of Allen,
Whom you had bid buy cattle. Near Fair Head
We saw your grain ships lying all becalmed
In the dark night; and not less still than they,
Burned all their mirrored lanthorns in the sea.
CATHLEEN
My thanks to God, to Mary and the angels,
That I have money in my treasury,
And can buy grain from those who have stored it up
To prosper on the hunger of the poor.
But you've been far and know the signs of things,
When will this famine end?
FIRST MERCHANT
Day copies day,
And there's no sign of change, nor can it change,
With the wheat withered and the cattle dead.
CATHLEEN
And heard you of the demons who buy souls?
FIRST MERCHANT
There are some men who hold they have wolves' heads,
And say their limbs--dried by the infinite flame--
Have all the speed of storms; others, again,
Say they are gross and little; while a few
Will have it they seem much as mortals are,
But tall and brown and travelled--like us, lady--
Yet all agree a power is in their looks
That makes men bow, and flings a casting-net
About their souls, and that all men would go
And barter those poor vapours, were it not
You bribe them with the safety of your gold.
CATHLEEN
Praise be to God, to Mary, and the angels
That I am wealthy! Wherefore do they sell?
FIRST MERCHANT
As we came in at the great door we saw
Your porter sleeping in his niche--a soul
Too little to be worth a hundred pence,
And yet they buy it for a hundred crowns.
But for a soul like yours, I heard them say,
They would give five hundred thousand crowns and more.
CATHLEEN
How can a heap of crowns pay for a soul?
Is the green grave so terrible a thing?
FIRST MERCHANT
Some sell because the money gleams, and some
Because they are in terror of the grave,
And some because their neighbours sold before,
And some because there is a kind of joy
In casting hope away, in losing joy,
In ceasing all resistance, in at last
Opening one's arms to the eternal flames,
In casting all sails out upon the wind;
To this--full of the gaiety of the lost--
Would all folk hurry if your gold were gone.
CATHLEEN
There is a something, Merchant, in your voice
That makes me fear. When you were telling how
A man may lose his soul and lose his God
Your eyes were lighted up, and when you told
How my poor money serves the people, both--
Merchants forgive me--seemed to smile.
FIRST MERCHANT
I laugh
To think that all these people should be swung
As on a lady's shoe-string,--under them
The glowing leagues of never-ending flame.
CATHLEEN
There is a something in you that I fear;
A something not of us; were you not born
In some most distant corner of the world?
(_The_ SECOND MERCHANT, _who has been listening at the door, comes
forward, and as he comes a sound of voices and feet is heard_. )
SECOND MERCHANT
Away now--they are in the passage--hurry,
For they will know us, and freeze up our hearts
With Ave Marys, and burn all our skin
With holy water.
FIRST MERCHANT
Farewell; for we must ride
Many a mile before the morning come;
Our horses beat the ground impatiently.
(_They go out.
_ _A number of_ PEASANTS _enter by other door_. )
FIRST PEASANT
Forgive us, lady, but we heard a noise.
SECOND PEASANT
We sat by the fireside telling vanities.
FIRST PEASANT
We heard a noise, but though we have searched the house
We have found nobody.
CATHLEEN
You are too timid,
For now you are safe from all the evil times,
There is no evil that can find you here.
OONA (_entering hurriedly_)
Ochone! Ochone! The treasure room is broken in.
The door stands open, and the gold is gone.
(PEASANTS _raise a lamentable cry_. )
CATHLEEN
Be silent. (_The cry ceases. _) Have you seen nobody?
OONA
Ochone!
That my good mistress should lose all this money.
CATHLEEN
Let those among you--not too old to ride--
Get horses and search all the country round,
I'll give a farm to him who finds the thieves.
(_A man with keys at his girdle has come in while she speaks. There is a
general murmur of "The porter! the porter! "_)
PORTER
Demons were here. I sat beside the door
In my stone niche, and two owls passed me by,
Whispering with human voices.
OLD PEASANT
God forsakes us.
CATHLEEN
Old man, old man, He never closed a door
Unless one opened. I am desolate,
Because of a strange thought that's in my heart;
But I have still my faith; therefore be silent;
For surely He does not forsake the world,
But stands before it modelling in the clay
And moulding there His image. Age by age
The clay wars with His fingers and pleads hard
For its old, heavy, dull and shapeless ease;
But sometimes--though His hand is on it still--
It moves awry and demon hordes are born.
(PEASANTS _cross themselves_. )
Yet leave me now, for I am desolate,
I hear a whisper from beyond the thunder.
(_She comes from the oratory door. _)
Yet stay an instant. When we meet again
I may have grown forgetful. Oona, take
These two--the larder and the dairy keys.
(_To the_ PORTER. )
But take you this. It opens the small room
Of herbs for medicine, of hellebore,
Of vervain, monkshood, plantain, and self-heal.
The book of cures is on the upper shelf.
PORTER
Why do you do this, lady; did you see
Your coffin in a dream?
CATHLEEN
Ah, no, not that.
But I have come to a strange thought. I have heard
A sound of wailing in unnumbered hovels,
And I must go down, down--I know not where--
Pray for all men and women mad from famine;
Pray, you good neighbours.
(_The_ PEASANTS _all kneel_. COUNTESS CATHLEEN _ascends the steps to the
door of the oratory, and turning round stands there motionless for a
little, and then cries in a loud voice_:)
Mary, Queen of angels,
And all you clouds on clouds of saints, farewell!
END OF SCENE III.
SCENE IV
SCENE. --_A wood near the Castle, as in Scene II. A group of_
PEASANTS _pass_.
FIRST PEASANT
I have seen silver and copper, but not gold.
SECOND PEASANT
It's yellow and it shines.
FIRST PEASANT
It's beautiful.
The most beautiful thing under the sun,
That's what I've heard.
THIRD PEASANT
I have seen gold enough.
FOURTH PEASANT
I would not say that it's so beautiful.
FIRST PEASANT
But doesn't a gold piece glitter like the sun?
That's what my father, who'd seen better days,
Told me when I was but a little boy--
So high--so high, it's shining like the sun,
Round and shining, that is what he said.
SECOND PEASANT
There's nothing in the world it cannot buy.
FIRST PEASANT
They've bags and bags of it.
(_They go out. _ _The two_ MERCHANTS _follow silently_. _Then_ ALEEL
_passes over the stage singing_. )
ALEEL
Impetuous heart be still, be still,
Your sorrowful love can never be told,
Cover it up with a lonely tune.
He who could bend all things to His will
Has covered the door of the infinite fold
With the pale stars and the wandering moon.
END OF SCENE IV.
SCENE V
SCENE. --_The house of_ SHEMUS RUA. _There is an alcove at the back
with curtains; in it a bed, and on the bed is the body of_ MARY
_with candles round it_. _The two_ MERCHANTS _while they speak put
a large book upon a table, arrange money, and so on_.
FIRST MERCHANT
Thanks to that lie I told about her ships
And that about the herdsman lying sick,
We shall be too much thronged with souls to-morrow.
SECOND MERCHANT
What has she in her coffers now but mice?
FIRST MERCHANT
When the night fell and I had shaped myself
Into the image of the man-headed owl,
I hurried to the cliffs of Donegal,
And saw with all their canvas full of wind
And rushing through the parti-coloured sea
Those ships that bring the woman grain and meal.
They're but three days from us.
SECOND MERCHANT
When the dew rose
I hurried in like feathers to the east,
And saw nine hundred oxen driven through Meath
With goads of iron. They're but three days from us.
FIRST MERCHANT
Three days for traffic.
(PEASANTS _crowd in with_ TEIG _and_ SHEMUS. )
SHEMUS
Come in, come in, you are welcome.
That is my wife. She mocked at my great masters,
And would not deal with them. Now there she is;
She does not even know she was a fool,
So great a fool she was.
TEIG
She would not eat
One crumb of bread bought with our master's money,
But lived on nettles, dock, and dandelion.
SHEMUS
There's nobody could put into her head
That Death is the worst thing can happen us.
Though that sounds simple, for her tongue grew rank
With all the lies that she had heard in chapel.
Draw to the curtain. (TEIG _draws it_. ) You'll not play the fool
While these good gentlemen are there to save you.
SECOND MERCHANT
Since the drought came they drift about in a throng,
Like autumn leaves blown by the dreary winds.
Come, deal--come, deal.
FIRST MERCHANT
Who will come deal with us?
SHEMUS
They are out of spirit, sir, with lack of food,
Save four or five. Here, sir, is one of these;
The others will gain courage in good time.
MIDDLE-AGED-MAN
I come to deal--if you give honest price.
FIRST MERCHANT (_reading in a book_)
"John Maher, a man of substance, with dull mind,
And quiet senses and unventurous heart.
The angels think him safe. " Two hundred crowns,
All for a soul, a little breath of wind.
THE MAN
I ask three hundred crowns. You have read there
That no mere lapse of days can make me yours.
FIRST MERCHANT
There is something more writ here--"Often at night
He is wakeful from a dread of growing poor,
And thereon wonders if there's any man
That he could rob in safety. "
A PEASANT
Who'd have thought it?
And I was once alone with him at midnight.
ANOTHER PEASANT
I will not trust my mother after this.
FIRST MERCHANT
There is this crack in you--two hundred crowns.
A PEASANT
That's plenty for a rogue.
ANOTHER PEASANT
I'd give him nothing.
SHEMUS
You'll get no more--so take what's offered you.
(_A general murmur, during which the_ MIDDLE-AGED MAN _takes money, and
slips into background, where he sinks on to a seat_. )
FIRST MERCHANT
Has no one got a better soul than that?
If only for the credit of your parishes,
Traffic with us.
A WOMAN
What will you give for mine?
FIRST MERCHANT (_reading in book_)
"Soft, handsome, and still young"--not much, I think.
"It's certain that the man she's married to
Knows nothing of what's hidden in the jar
Between the hour-glass and the pepper-pot. "
THE WOMAN
The scandalous book.
FIRST MERCHANT
"Nor how when he's away
At the horse fair the hand that wrote what's hid
Will tap three times upon the window-pane. "
THE WOMAN
And if there is a letter, that is no reason
Why I should have less money than the others.
FIRST MERCHANT
You're almost safe, I give you fifty crowns.
(_She turns to go. _)
A hundred, then.
SHEMUS
Woman, have sense--come, come.
Is this a time to haggle at the price?
There, take it up. There, there. That's right.
(_She takes them and goes into the crowd. _)
FIRST MERCHANT
Come, deal, deal, deal. It is but for charity
We buy such souls at all; a thousand sins
Made them our Master's long before we came.
(ALEEL _enters_. )
ALEEL
Here, take my soul, for I am tired of it.
I do not ask a price.
SHEMUS
Not ask a price?
How can you sell your soul without a price?
I would not listen to his broken wits;
His love for Countess Cathleen has so crazed him
He hardly understands what he is saying.
ALEEL
The trouble that has come on Countess Cathleen,
The sorrow that is in her wasted face,
The burden in her eyes, have broke my wits,
And yet I know I'd have you take my soul.
FIRST MERCHANT
We cannot take your soul, for it is hers.
ALEEL
No, but you must. Seeing it cannot help her
I have grown tired of it.
FIRST MERCHANT
Begone from me,
I may not touch it.
ALEEL
Is your power so small?
And must I bear it with me all my days?
May you be scorned and mocked!
FIRST MERCHANT
Drag him away.
He troubles me.
(TEIG _and_ SHEMUS _lead_ ALEEL _into the crowd_. )
SECOND MERCHANT
His gaze has filled me, brother,
With shaking and a dreadful fear.
FIRST MERCHANT
Lean forward
And kiss the circlet where my Master's lips
Were pressed upon it when he sent us hither;
You shall have peace once more.
(SECOND MERCHANT _kisses the gold circlet that is about the head of the_
FIRST MERCHANT. )
I, too, grow weary,
But there is something moving in my heart
Whereby I know that what we seek the most
Is drawing near--our labour will soon end.
Come, deal, deal, deal, deal, deal; are you all dumb?
What, will you keep me from our ancient home,
And from the eternal revelry?
SECOND MERCHANT
Deal, deal.
SHEMUS
They say you beat the woman down too low.
FIRST MERCHANT
I offer this great price: a thousand crowns
For an old woman who was always ugly.
(_An old_ PEASANT WOMAN _comes forward, and he takes up a book and
reads_:)
There is but little set down here against her.
"She has stolen eggs and fowl when times were bad,
But when the times grew better has confessed it;
She never missed her chapel of a Sunday
And when she could, paid dues. " Take up your money.
OLD WOMAN
God bless you, sir. (_She screams. _) Oh, sir, a pain went through me!
FIRST MERCHANT
That name is like a fire to all damned souls.
(_Murmur among the_ PEASANTS, _who shrink back from her as she goes
out_. )
A PEASANT
How she screamed out!
SECOND PEASANT
And maybe we shall scream so.
THIRD PEASANT
I tell you there is no such place as hell.
FIRST MERCHANT
Can such a trifle turn you from your profit?
Come, deal; come, deal.
MIDDLE-AGED MAN
Master, I am afraid.
FIRST MERCHANT
I bought your soul, and there's no sense in fear
Now the soul's gone.
MIDDLE-AGED MAN
Give me my soul again.
WOMAN (_going on her knees and clinging to_
MERCHANT)
And take this money too, and give me mine.
SECOND MERCHANT
Bear bastards, drink or follow some wild fancy;
For sighs and cries are the soul's work,
And you have none.
(_Throws the woman off. _)
PEASANT
Come, let's away.
ANOTHER PEASANT
Yes, yes.
ANOTHER PEASANT
Come quickly; if that woman had not screamed
I would have lost my soul.
ANOTHER PEASANT
Come, come away.
(_They turn to door, but are stopped by shouts of "Countess Cathleen!
Countess Cathleen! "_)
CATHLEEN (_entering_)
And so you trade once more?
FIRST MERCHANT
In spite of you.
What brings you here, saint with the sapphire eyes?
CATHLEEN
I come to barter a soul for a great price.
SECOND MERCHANT
What matter, if the soul be worth the price?
CATHLEEN
The people starve, therefore the people go
Thronging to you. I hear a cry come from them
And it is in my ears by night and day,
And I would have five hundred thousand crowns
That I may feed them till the dearth go by.
FIRST MERCHANT
It may be the soul's worth it.
CATHLEEN
There is more:
The souls that you have bought must be set free.
FIRST MERCHANT
We know of but one soul that's worth the price.
CATHLEEN
Being my own it seems a priceless thing.
SECOND MERCHANT
You offer us----
CATHLEEN
I offer my own soul.
A PEASANT
Do not, do not, for souls the like of ours
Are not precious to God as your soul is.
O! what would Heaven do without you, lady?
ANOTHER PEASANT
Look how their claws clutch in their leathern gloves.
FIRST MERCHANT
Five hundred thousand crowns; we give the price.
The gold is here; the souls even while you speak
Have slipped out of our bond, because your face
Has shed a light on them and filled their hearts.
But you must sign, for we omit no form
In buying a soul like yours.
SECOND MERCHANT
Sign with this quill
It was a feather growing on the cock
That crowed when Peter dared deny his Master,
And all who use it have great honour in Hell.
(CATHLEEN _leans forward to sign_. )
ALEEL (_rushing forward and snatching the
pen from her_)
Leave all things to the builder of the heavens.
CATHLEEN
I have no thoughts; I hear a cry--a cry.
ALEEL (_casting the pen on the ground_)
I have seen a vision under a green hedge,
A hedge of hips and haws--men yet shall hear
The Archangels rolling Satan's empty skull
Over the mountain-tops.
FIRST MERCHANT
Take him away.
(TEIG _and_ SHEMUS _drag him roughly away so that he falls upon the
floor among the_ PEASANTS. CATHLEEN _picks up parchment and signs, then
turns towards the_ PEASANTS. )
CATHLEEN
Take up the money, and now come with me;
When we are far from this polluted place
I will give everybody money enough.
