The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 2 of 8
William Yeats
William Butler Yeats
The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 2
The friends that have it I do wrong
When ever I remake a song,
Should know what issue is at stake:
It is myself that I remake.
THE KING’S THRESHOLD
To Frank Fay
BECAUSE OF HIS BEAUTIFUL SPEAKING INTHE CHARACTER OF SEANCHAN
PERSONS IN THE PLAY
King Guaire
Seanchan (pronounced Shanahan)
His Pupils
The Mayor of Kinvara
Two Cripples
Brian (an old servant)
The Lord High Chamberlain
A Soldier
A Monk
Court Ladies
Two Princesses
Fedelm
THE KING’S THRESHOLD
Steps before the Palace of KING GUAIRE at Gort. A table in front of steps at one side, with food on it, and a bench by table. Seanchan lying on steps. PUPILS before steps. KING on the upper step before a curtained door.
KING
I welcome you that have the mastery
Of the two kinds of Music: the one kind
Being like a woman, the other like a man.
Both you that understand stringed instruments,
And how to mingle words and notes together
So artfully, that all the Art’s but Speech
Delighted with its own music; and you that carry
The long twisted horn, and understand
The heady notes that, being without words,
Can hurry beyond Time and Fate and Change.
For the high angels that drive the horse of Time —
The golden one by day, by night the silver —
Are not more welcome to one that loves the world
For some fair woman’s sake.
I have called you hither
To save the life of your great master, Seanchan,
For all day long it has flamed up or flickered
To the fast cooling hearth.
OLDEST PUPIL
When did he sicken?
Is it a fever that is wasting him?
KING
No fever or sickness. He has chosen death:
Refusing to eat or drink, that he may bring
Disgrace upon me; for there is a custom,
An old and foolish custom, that if a man
Be wronged, or think that he is wronged, and starve
Upon another’s threshold till he die,
The common people, for all time to come,
Will raise a heavy cry against that threshold,
Even though it be the King’s.
OLDEST PUPIL
My head whirls round;
I do not know what I am to think or say.
I owe you all obedience, and yet
How can I give it, when the man I have loved
More than all others, thinks that he is wronged
So bitterly, that he will starve and die
Rather than bear it? Is there any man
Will throw his life away for a light issue?
KING
It is but fitting that you take his side