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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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ALEEL
Ay, because her face,
The face of Countess Cathleen, dwells with me:
The sadness of the world upon her brow:
The crying of these strings grew burdensome,
Therefore I tore them; see; now take my soul.
FIRST MERCHANT
We cannot take your soul, for it is hers.
ALEEL
Ah, take it; take it. It nowise can help her,
And, therefore, do I tire of it.
FIRST MERCHANT
No; no.
We may not touch it.
ALEEL
Is your power so small,
Must I then bear it with me all my days?
May scorn close deep about you!
FIRST MERCHANT
Lead him hence;
He troubles me.
[TEIG and SHEMUS lead ALEEL into the crowd.
SECOND MERCHANT
His gaze has filled me, brother,
With shaking and a dreadful fear.
FIRST MERCHANT
Lean forward
And kiss the circlet where my master’s lips
Were pressed upon it when he sent us hither:
You will have peace once more.
[The SECOND MERCHANT kisses the gold circlet that is about the head of the FIRST MERCHANT.
SHEMUS
He is called Aleel,
And has been crazy now these many days;
But has no harm in him: his fits soon pass,
And one can go and lead him like a child.
FIRST MERCHANT
Come, deal, deal, deal, deal, deal; you are all dumb?
SHEMUS
They say you beat the woman down too low.
FIRST MERCHANT
I offer this great price: a thousand crowns
For an old woman who was always ugly.
[An old peasant woman comes forward, and he takes up a parchment and reads.]
There is but little set down here against her;
She stole fowl sometimes when the harvest failed,
But always went to chapel twice a week,
And paid her dues when prosperous. Take your money.
THE OLD PEASANT WOMAN [curtseying]
God bless you, sir. [She screams.
O, sir, a pain went through me.
FIRST MERCHANT
That name is like a fire to all damned souls.
Begone. [She goes.] See how the red gold pieces glitter.
Deal: do you fear because an old hag screamed?
Are you all cowards?
A PEASANT
Nay, I am no coward.
I will sell half my soul.
FIRST MERCHANT
How half your soul?
THE PEASANT
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