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The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 3 of 8. The Countess Cathleen. The Land of Heart's Desire. The Unicorn from the Stars
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[MAIRE opens the door, and SHEMUS comes in with a dead wolf on his shoulder.
MAIRE
Shemus, you are late home: you have been lounging
And chattering with some one: you know well
How the dreams trouble me, and how I pray,
Yet you lie sweating on the hill from morn,
Or linger at the crossways with all comers,
Telling or gathering up calamity.
SHEMUS
You would rail my head off. Here is a good dinner.
[He throws the wolf on the table.
A wolf is better than a carrion crow.
I searched all day: the mice and rats and hedgehogs
Seemed to be dead, and I could hardly hear
A wing moving in all the famished woods,
Though the dead leaves and clauber of four forests
Cling to my footsole. I turned home but now,
And saw, sniffing the floor in a bare cow-house,
This young wolf here: the crossbow brought him down.
MAIRE
Praise be the saints![After a pause.
Why did the house dog bay?
SHEMUS
He heard me coming and smelt food – what else?
TEIG
We will not starve awhile.
SHEMUS
What food is within?
TEIG
There is a bag half full of meal, a pan
Half full of milk.
SHEMUS
And we have one old hen.
TEIG
The bogwood were less hard.
MAIRE
Before you came
She made a great noise in the hencoop, Shemus.
What fluttered in the window?
TEIG
Two horned owls
Have blinked and fluttered on the window sill
From when the dog began to bay.
SHEMUS
Hush, hush.
[He fits an arrow to the crossbow, and goes towards the door. A sudden burst of music without.
They are off again: ladies or gentlemen
Travel in the woods with tympan and with harp.
Teig, put the wolf upon the biggest hook
And shut the door.
[TEIG goes into the cupboard with the wolf: returns and fastens the door behind him.
Sit on the creepy stool
And call up a whey face and a crying voice,
And let your head be bowed upon your knees.
[He opens the door of the cabin.
Come in, your honours: a full score of evenings
This threshold worn away by many a foot
Has been passed only by the snails and birds
And by our own poor hunger-shaken feet.
[The COUNTESS CATHLEEN, ALEEL, who carries a small square harp, OONA, and a little group of fantastically dressed musicians come in.
CATHLEEN
Are you so hungry?
TEIG
[From beside the fire.]
MAIRE
Shemus, you are late home: you have been lounging
And chattering with some one: you know well
How the dreams trouble me, and how I pray,
Yet you lie sweating on the hill from morn,
Or linger at the crossways with all comers,
Telling or gathering up calamity.
SHEMUS
You would rail my head off. Here is a good dinner.
[He throws the wolf on the table.
A wolf is better than a carrion crow.
I searched all day: the mice and rats and hedgehogs
Seemed to be dead, and I could hardly hear
A wing moving in all the famished woods,
Though the dead leaves and clauber of four forests
Cling to my footsole. I turned home but now,
And saw, sniffing the floor in a bare cow-house,
This young wolf here: the crossbow brought him down.
MAIRE
Praise be the saints![After a pause.
Why did the house dog bay?
SHEMUS
He heard me coming and smelt food – what else?
TEIG
We will not starve awhile.
SHEMUS
What food is within?
TEIG
There is a bag half full of meal, a pan
Half full of milk.
SHEMUS
And we have one old hen.
TEIG
The bogwood were less hard.
MAIRE
Before you came
She made a great noise in the hencoop, Shemus.
What fluttered in the window?
TEIG
Two horned owls
Have blinked and fluttered on the window sill
From when the dog began to bay.
SHEMUS
Hush, hush.
[He fits an arrow to the crossbow, and goes towards the door. A sudden burst of music without.
They are off again: ladies or gentlemen
Travel in the woods with tympan and with harp.
Teig, put the wolf upon the biggest hook
And shut the door.
[TEIG goes into the cupboard with the wolf: returns and fastens the door behind him.
Sit on the creepy stool
And call up a whey face and a crying voice,
And let your head be bowed upon your knees.
[He opens the door of the cabin.
Come in, your honours: a full score of evenings
This threshold worn away by many a foot
Has been passed only by the snails and birds
And by our own poor hunger-shaken feet.
[The COUNTESS CATHLEEN, ALEEL, who carries a small square harp, OONA, and a little group of fantastically dressed musicians come in.
CATHLEEN
Are you so hungry?
TEIG
[From beside the fire.]
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