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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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SECOND MERCHANT
We are rich merchants seeking merchandise.
SHEMUS
Come in, your honours.
MAIRE
No, do not come in:
We have no food, not even for ourselves.
FIRST MERCHANT
There is a wolf on the big hook in the cupboard.
[They enter.
SHEMUS
Forgive her: she is not used to quality,
And is half crazed with being much alone.
How did you know I had taken a young wolf?
Fine wholesome food, though maybe somewhat strong.
[The SECOND MERCHANT sits down by the fire and begins rubbing his hands. The FIRST MERCHANT stands looking at the quicken bough on the chair.
FIRST MERCHANT
I would rest here: the night is somewhat chilly,
And my feet footsore going up and down
From land to land and nation unto nation:
The fire burns dimly; feed it with this bough.
[SHEMUS throws the bough into the fire. The FIRST MERCHANT sits down on the chair. The MERCHANTS’ chairs are on each side of the fire. The table is between them. Each lays his bag before him on the table. The night has closed in somewhat, and the main light comes from the fire.
MAIRE
What have you in the bags?
SHEMUS
Don’t mind her, sir:
Women grow curious and feather-thoughted
Through being in each other’s company
More than is good for them.
FIRST MERCHANT
Our bags are full
Of golden pieces to buy merchandise.
[They pour gold pieces on to the table out of their bags. It is covered with the gold pieces. They shine in the firelight. MAIRE goes to the door of pantry, and watches the MERCHANTS, muttering to herself.
TEIG
These are great gentlemen.
FIRST MERCHANT
[Taking a stone bottle out of his bag.]
Come to the fire,
Here is the headiest wine you ever tasted.
SECOND MERCHANT
Wine that can hush asleep the petty war
Of good and evil, and awake instead
A scented flame flickering above that peace
The bird of prey knows well in his deep heart.
SHEMUS
[Bringing drinking-cups.]
I do not understand you, but your wine
Sets me athirst: its praise made your eyes lighten.
I am thirsting for it.
FIRST MERCHANT
Ay, come drink and drink,
I bless all mortals who drink long and deep.
My curse upon the salt-strewn road of monks.
[TEIG and SHEMUS sit down at the table and drink.]
TEIG
You must have seen rare sights and done rare things.
FIRST MERCHANT
What think you of the master whom we serve?
SHEMUS
I have grown weary of my days in the world
We are rich merchants seeking merchandise.
SHEMUS
Come in, your honours.
MAIRE
No, do not come in:
We have no food, not even for ourselves.
FIRST MERCHANT
There is a wolf on the big hook in the cupboard.
[They enter.
SHEMUS
Forgive her: she is not used to quality,
And is half crazed with being much alone.
How did you know I had taken a young wolf?
Fine wholesome food, though maybe somewhat strong.
[The SECOND MERCHANT sits down by the fire and begins rubbing his hands. The FIRST MERCHANT stands looking at the quicken bough on the chair.
FIRST MERCHANT
I would rest here: the night is somewhat chilly,
And my feet footsore going up and down
From land to land and nation unto nation:
The fire burns dimly; feed it with this bough.
[SHEMUS throws the bough into the fire. The FIRST MERCHANT sits down on the chair. The MERCHANTS’ chairs are on each side of the fire. The table is between them. Each lays his bag before him on the table. The night has closed in somewhat, and the main light comes from the fire.
MAIRE
What have you in the bags?
SHEMUS
Don’t mind her, sir:
Women grow curious and feather-thoughted
Through being in each other’s company
More than is good for them.
FIRST MERCHANT
Our bags are full
Of golden pieces to buy merchandise.
[They pour gold pieces on to the table out of their bags. It is covered with the gold pieces. They shine in the firelight. MAIRE goes to the door of pantry, and watches the MERCHANTS, muttering to herself.
TEIG
These are great gentlemen.
FIRST MERCHANT
[Taking a stone bottle out of his bag.]
Come to the fire,
Here is the headiest wine you ever tasted.
SECOND MERCHANT
Wine that can hush asleep the petty war
Of good and evil, and awake instead
A scented flame flickering above that peace
The bird of prey knows well in his deep heart.
SHEMUS
[Bringing drinking-cups.]
I do not understand you, but your wine
Sets me athirst: its praise made your eyes lighten.
I am thirsting for it.
FIRST MERCHANT
Ay, come drink and drink,
I bless all mortals who drink long and deep.
My curse upon the salt-strewn road of monks.
[TEIG and SHEMUS sit down at the table and drink.]
TEIG
You must have seen rare sights and done rare things.
FIRST MERCHANT
What think you of the master whom we serve?
SHEMUS
I have grown weary of my days in the world
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