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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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MARTIN
Go away, no more talking; leave me alone.
ANDREW
O, but wait. I understand you. Thomas doesn’t understand your thoughts, but I understand them. Wasn’t I telling you I was just like you once?
MARTIN
Like me? Did you ever see the other things, the things beyond?
ANDREW
I did. It is not the four walls of the house keep me content. Thomas doesn’t know. Oh, no, he doesn’t know.
MARTIN
No, he has no vision.
ANDREW
He has not, nor any sort of a heart for a frolic.
MARTIN
He has never heard the laughter and the music beyond.
ANDREW
He has not, nor the music of my own little flute. I have it hidden in the thatch outside.
MARTIN
Does the body slip from you as it does from me? They have not shut your window into eternity?
ANDREW
Thomas never shut a window I could not get through. I knew you were one of my own sort. When I am sluggish in the morning, Thomas says, ‘Poor Andrew is getting old.’ That is all he knows. The way to keep young is to do the things youngsters do. Twenty years I have been slipping away, and he never found me out yet!
MARTIN
That is what they call ecstasy, but there is no word that can tell out very plain what it means. That freeing of the mind from its thoughts, those wonders we know when we put them into words; the words seem as little like them as blackberries are like the moon and sun.
ANDREW
I found that myself the time they knew me to be wild, and used to be asking me to say what pleasure did I find in cards, and women, and drink.
MARTIN
You might help me to remember that vision I had this morning, to understand it. The memory of it has slipped from me. Wait, it is coming back, little by little. I know that I saw the unicorns trampling, and then a figure, a many-changing figure, holding some bright thing. I knew something was going to happen or to be said, something that would make my whole life strong and beautiful like the rushing of the unicorns, and then, and then —
JOHNNY BACACH’S voice at window
A poor person I am, without food, without a way, without portion, without costs, without a person or a stranger, without means, without hope, without health, without warmth —
ANDREW [looking towards window]
It is that troop of beggars. Bringing their tricks and their thieveries they are to the Kinvara Fair.
MARTIN [impatiently]
There is no quiet – come to the other room. I am trying to remember.
[They go to door of inner room, but ANDREW stops him.
ANDREW
They are a bad-looking fleet. I have a mind to drive them away, giving them a charity.
MARTIN
Drive them away or come away from their voices.
ANOTHER VOICE
I put under the power of my prayer
All that will give me help.
Rafael keep him Wednesday,
Sachiel feed him Thursday,
Hamiel provide him Friday,
Cassiel increase him Saturday.
Sure giving to us is giving to the Lord and laying up a store in the treasury of heaven.
ANDREW
Whisht! He is entering by the window!
[JOHNNY climbs up.
JOHNNY
That I may never sin, but the place is empty.
PAUDEEN
Go in and see what can you make a grab at.
Go away, no more talking; leave me alone.
ANDREW
O, but wait. I understand you. Thomas doesn’t understand your thoughts, but I understand them. Wasn’t I telling you I was just like you once?
MARTIN
Like me? Did you ever see the other things, the things beyond?
ANDREW
I did. It is not the four walls of the house keep me content. Thomas doesn’t know. Oh, no, he doesn’t know.
MARTIN
No, he has no vision.
ANDREW
He has not, nor any sort of a heart for a frolic.
MARTIN
He has never heard the laughter and the music beyond.
ANDREW
He has not, nor the music of my own little flute. I have it hidden in the thatch outside.
MARTIN
Does the body slip from you as it does from me? They have not shut your window into eternity?
ANDREW
Thomas never shut a window I could not get through. I knew you were one of my own sort. When I am sluggish in the morning, Thomas says, ‘Poor Andrew is getting old.’ That is all he knows. The way to keep young is to do the things youngsters do. Twenty years I have been slipping away, and he never found me out yet!
MARTIN
That is what they call ecstasy, but there is no word that can tell out very plain what it means. That freeing of the mind from its thoughts, those wonders we know when we put them into words; the words seem as little like them as blackberries are like the moon and sun.
ANDREW
I found that myself the time they knew me to be wild, and used to be asking me to say what pleasure did I find in cards, and women, and drink.
MARTIN
You might help me to remember that vision I had this morning, to understand it. The memory of it has slipped from me. Wait, it is coming back, little by little. I know that I saw the unicorns trampling, and then a figure, a many-changing figure, holding some bright thing. I knew something was going to happen or to be said, something that would make my whole life strong and beautiful like the rushing of the unicorns, and then, and then —
JOHNNY BACACH’S voice at window
A poor person I am, without food, without a way, without portion, without costs, without a person or a stranger, without means, without hope, without health, without warmth —
ANDREW [looking towards window]
It is that troop of beggars. Bringing their tricks and their thieveries they are to the Kinvara Fair.
MARTIN [impatiently]
There is no quiet – come to the other room. I am trying to remember.
[They go to door of inner room, but ANDREW stops him.
ANDREW
They are a bad-looking fleet. I have a mind to drive them away, giving them a charity.
MARTIN
Drive them away or come away from their voices.
ANOTHER VOICE
I put under the power of my prayer
All that will give me help.
Rafael keep him Wednesday,
Sachiel feed him Thursday,
Hamiel provide him Friday,
Cassiel increase him Saturday.
Sure giving to us is giving to the Lord and laying up a store in the treasury of heaven.
ANDREW
Whisht! He is entering by the window!
[JOHNNY climbs up.
JOHNNY
That I may never sin, but the place is empty.
PAUDEEN
Go in and see what can you make a grab at.
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