The Green Helmet and Other Poems

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William Butler Yeats

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Зарубежная классика

Год написания книги

2017

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If Laegaire drink from it now he claims to be last and worst.

Another

Cuchulain and Conall have drunk.

Another

He is lost if he taste a drop.

Laegaire

[Laying Helmet on table]

Did you claim to be better than us by drinking first from the cup?

Cuchulain

[His words are partly drowned by the murmurs of the crowd though he speaks very loud]

That juggler from the sea, that old red herring it is
Who has set us all by the ears – he brought the Helmet for this,
And because we would not quarrel he ran elsewhere to shout
That Conall and Laegaire wronged me, till all had fallen out.

[The murmur grows less so that his words are heard]

Who knows where he is now or who he is spurring to fight?
So get you gone, and whatever may cry aloud in the night,
Or show itself in the air, be silent until morn.

A Servant

Cuchulain is in the right – I am tired of this big horn.

Cuchulain

Go!

[The Servants turn toward the door but stop on hearing the voices of Women outside]

Laegaire’s Wife

[Without]

Mine is the better to look at.

Conall’s Wife

[Without]

But mine is better born.

Emer

[Without]

My man is the pithier man.

Cuchulain

Old hurricane, well done!
You’ve set our wives to the game that they may egg us on;
We are to kill each other that you may sport with us.
Ah, now, they’ve begun to wrestle as to who’ll be first at the house.

[The Women come to the door struggling]

Emer

No, I have the right of place for I married the better man.

Conall’s Wife

[Pulling Emer back]

My nails in your neck and shoulder.

Laegaire’s Wife

And go before me if you can.
My husband fought in the West.

Conall’s Wife

[Kneeling in the door so as to keep the others out who pull at her]

But what did he fight with there
But sidelong and spitting and helpless shadows of the dim air?
And what did he carry away but straw and broken delf?

Laegaire’s Wife

Your own man made up that tale trembling alone by himself,
Drowning his terror.

Emer

[Forcing herself in front]