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The Green Helmet and Other Poems
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He must look for his dinner elsewhere, for no one alive shall stop Where a shame must alight on us two before the dawn is up.
Laegaire
No man on the ridge of the world must ever know that but us two.
Conall
[Outside door]
Go away, go away, go away.
Young Man
[Outside door]
I will go when the night is through And I have eaten and slept and drunk to my heart’s delight.
Conall
A law has been made that none shall sleep in this house to-night.
Young Man
Who made that law?
Conall
We made it, and who has so good a right?
Who else has to keep the house from the Shape-Changers till day?
Young Man
Then I will unmake the law, so get you out of the way.
[He pushes past Conall and goes into house]
Conall
Go out – if you have your wits, go out,
A stone’s throw further on you will find a big house where
Our wives will give you supper, and you’ll sleep sounder there,
For it’s a luckier house.
Laegaire
Go out – if you have your wits, go out, A stone’s throw further on you will find a big house where
Our wives will give you supper, and you’ll sleep sounder there,
For it’s a luckier house.
Young Man
I’ll eat and sleep where I will.
Laegaire
Go out or I will make you.
Young Man
[Forcing up Laegaire’s arm, passing him and putting his shield on the wall over the chair]
Not till I have drunk my fill.
But may some dog defend me for a cat of wonder’s up.
Laegaire and Conall are here, the flagon full to the top,
And the cups —
Laegaire
It is Cuchulain.
Cuchulain
The cups are dry as a bone.
[He sits on chair and drinks]
Conall
Go into Scotland again, or where you will, but begone From this unlucky country that was made when the devil spat.
Cuchulain
If I lived here a hundred years, could a worse thing come than that Laegaire and Conall should know me and bid me begone to my face?
Conall
We bid you begone from a house that has fallen on shame and disgrace.
Cuchulain
I am losing patience, Conall – I find you stuffed with pride,
The flagon full to the brim, the front door standing wide;
You’d put me off with words, but the whole thing’s plain enough,
You are waiting for some message to bring you to war or love
In that old secret country beyond the wool-white waves,
Or it may be down beneath them in foam-bewildered caves
Where nine forsaken sea queens fling shuttles to and fro;
But beyond them, or beneath them, whether you will or no,
I am going too.
Laegaire
No man on the ridge of the world must ever know that but us two.
Conall
[Outside door]
Go away, go away, go away.
Young Man
[Outside door]
I will go when the night is through And I have eaten and slept and drunk to my heart’s delight.
Conall
A law has been made that none shall sleep in this house to-night.
Young Man
Who made that law?
Conall
We made it, and who has so good a right?
Who else has to keep the house from the Shape-Changers till day?
Young Man
Then I will unmake the law, so get you out of the way.
[He pushes past Conall and goes into house]
Conall
Go out – if you have your wits, go out,
A stone’s throw further on you will find a big house where
Our wives will give you supper, and you’ll sleep sounder there,
For it’s a luckier house.
Laegaire
Go out – if you have your wits, go out, A stone’s throw further on you will find a big house where
Our wives will give you supper, and you’ll sleep sounder there,
For it’s a luckier house.
Young Man
I’ll eat and sleep where I will.
Laegaire
Go out or I will make you.
Young Man
[Forcing up Laegaire’s arm, passing him and putting his shield on the wall over the chair]
Not till I have drunk my fill.
But may some dog defend me for a cat of wonder’s up.
Laegaire and Conall are here, the flagon full to the top,
And the cups —
Laegaire
It is Cuchulain.
Cuchulain
The cups are dry as a bone.
[He sits on chair and drinks]
Conall
Go into Scotland again, or where you will, but begone From this unlucky country that was made when the devil spat.
Cuchulain
If I lived here a hundred years, could a worse thing come than that Laegaire and Conall should know me and bid me begone to my face?
Conall
We bid you begone from a house that has fallen on shame and disgrace.
Cuchulain
I am losing patience, Conall – I find you stuffed with pride,
The flagon full to the brim, the front door standing wide;
You’d put me off with words, but the whole thing’s plain enough,
You are waiting for some message to bring you to war or love
In that old secret country beyond the wool-white waves,
Or it may be down beneath them in foam-bewildered caves
Where nine forsaken sea queens fling shuttles to and fro;
But beyond them, or beneath them, whether you will or no,
I am going too.
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