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The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 2 of 8
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More than the baa of a sheep!
[Comes over from seat. SEANCHAN turns away
You have not heard,
It may be, having been so much away,
How many of the cattle died last winter
From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness
Because the poor have nothing but salt fish
To live on through the winter?
BRIAN
Get away,
And leave the place to me! It’s my turn now,
For your sack’s empty!
MAYOR
Is it ‘get away’!
Is that the way I’m to be spoken to!
Am I not Mayor? Amn’t I authority?
Amn’t I in the King’s place? Answer me that!
BRIAN
Then show the people what a king is like:
Pull down old merings and root custom up,
Whitewash the dunghills, fatten hogs and geese,
Hang your gold chain about an ass’s neck,
And burn the blessed thorn trees out of the fields,
And drive what’s comely away!
MAYOR
Holy Saint Coleman!
FIRST CRIPPLE
Fine talk! fine talk! What else does the King do?
He fattens hogs and drives the poet away!
SECOND CRIPPLE
He starves the song-maker!
FIRST CRIPPLE
He fattens geese!
MAYOR
How dare you take his name into your mouth!
How dare you lift your voice against the King!
What would we be without him?
BRIAN
Why do you praise him?
I will have nobody speak well of him,
Or any other king that robs my master.
MAYOR
And had he not the right to? and the right
To strike your master’s head off, being the King,
Or yours or mine? I say, ‘Long live the King!
Because he does not take our heads from us.’
Call out, ‘Long life to him!’
BRIAN
Call out for him!
[Speaking at same time with MAYOR.
There’s nobody’ll call out for him,
But smiths will turn their anvils,
The millers turn their wheels,
The farmers turn their churns,
The witches turn their thumbs,
’Till he be broken and splintered into pieces.
MAYOR
[At same time with Brian.]
He might, if he’d a mind to it,
Be digging out our tongues,
Or dragging out our hair,
Or bleaching us like calves,
Or weaning us like lambs,
But for the kindness and the softness that is in him.
[They gasp for breath.
FIRST CRIPPLE
I’ll curse him till I drop!
[Speaking at same time as SECOND CRIPPLE and MAYOR and BRIAN, who have begun again
[Comes over from seat. SEANCHAN turns away
You have not heard,
It may be, having been so much away,
How many of the cattle died last winter
From lacking grass, and that there was much sickness
Because the poor have nothing but salt fish
To live on through the winter?
BRIAN
Get away,
And leave the place to me! It’s my turn now,
For your sack’s empty!
MAYOR
Is it ‘get away’!
Is that the way I’m to be spoken to!
Am I not Mayor? Amn’t I authority?
Amn’t I in the King’s place? Answer me that!
BRIAN
Then show the people what a king is like:
Pull down old merings and root custom up,
Whitewash the dunghills, fatten hogs and geese,
Hang your gold chain about an ass’s neck,
And burn the blessed thorn trees out of the fields,
And drive what’s comely away!
MAYOR
Holy Saint Coleman!
FIRST CRIPPLE
Fine talk! fine talk! What else does the King do?
He fattens hogs and drives the poet away!
SECOND CRIPPLE
He starves the song-maker!
FIRST CRIPPLE
He fattens geese!
MAYOR
How dare you take his name into your mouth!
How dare you lift your voice against the King!
What would we be without him?
BRIAN
Why do you praise him?
I will have nobody speak well of him,
Or any other king that robs my master.
MAYOR
And had he not the right to? and the right
To strike your master’s head off, being the King,
Or yours or mine? I say, ‘Long live the King!
Because he does not take our heads from us.’
Call out, ‘Long life to him!’
BRIAN
Call out for him!
[Speaking at same time with MAYOR.
There’s nobody’ll call out for him,
But smiths will turn their anvils,
The millers turn their wheels,
The farmers turn their churns,
The witches turn their thumbs,
’Till he be broken and splintered into pieces.
MAYOR
[At same time with Brian.]
He might, if he’d a mind to it,
Be digging out our tongues,
Or dragging out our hair,
Or bleaching us like calves,
Or weaning us like lambs,
But for the kindness and the softness that is in him.
[They gasp for breath.
FIRST CRIPPLE
I’ll curse him till I drop!
[Speaking at same time as SECOND CRIPPLE and MAYOR and BRIAN, who have begun again
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