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The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand
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2017
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Barach.
Oh! he is fighting the waves.
Fintain.
He sees King Concobar’s crown on every one of them.
Barach.
There, he has struck at a big one. He has struck the crown off it, he has made the foam fly. There again another big one.
[Shouting without.
Fintain.
Where are the Kings? What are the Kings doing?
Barach.
They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the people are running out of the houses, they are all running.
Fintain.
You say they are running out of the houses, there will be nobody left in the houses. Listen, fool.
Barach.
There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the deep water.
Fintain.
Come here, fool; come here, I say.
Barach.
[Coming towards him but looking backward towards the door.] What is it?
Fintain.
There will be nobody in the houses. Come this way, come quickly; the ovens will be full; we will put our hands into the ovens.
[They go out.
notes
1
Written for the first production of “The King’s Threshold” in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the smallness of the company, nobody could be spared to speak it.
Oh! he is fighting the waves.
Fintain.
He sees King Concobar’s crown on every one of them.
Barach.
There, he has struck at a big one. He has struck the crown off it, he has made the foam fly. There again another big one.
[Shouting without.
Fintain.
Where are the Kings? What are the Kings doing?
Barach.
They are shouting and running down to the shore, and the people are running out of the houses, they are all running.
Fintain.
You say they are running out of the houses, there will be nobody left in the houses. Listen, fool.
Barach.
There, he is down! He is up again! He is going out into the deep water.
Fintain.
Come here, fool; come here, I say.
Barach.
[Coming towards him but looking backward towards the door.] What is it?
Fintain.
There will be nobody in the houses. Come this way, come quickly; the ovens will be full; we will put our hands into the ovens.
[They go out.
notes
1
Written for the first production of “The King’s Threshold” in Dublin, but not used, as, owing to the smallness of the company, nobody could be spared to speak it.
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