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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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About King Fergus in his brazen car
Driving with troops of dancers through the woods.
[She crouches down on the floor, and lays her head on OONA’S knees.
OONA
Dear heart, make a soft cradle of old tales,
And songs, and music: wherefore should you sadden
For wrongs you cannot hinder? The great God
Smiling condemns the lost: be mirthful: He
Bids youth be merry and old age be wise.
CATHLEEN
Tympan and harp awaken wandering dreams.
A VOICE [without]
You may not see the Countess.
ANOTHER VOICE
I must see her.
[Sound of a short struggle. A SERVANT enters from door to R.
SERVANT
The gardener is resolved to speak with you.
I cannot stay him.
CATHLEEN
You may come, Maurteen.
[The GARDENER, an old man, comes in from the R., and the SERVANT goes out.
GARDENER
Forgive my working clothes and the dirt on me.
I bring ill words, your ladyship, – too bad
To send with any other.
CATHLEEN
These bad times,
Can any news be bad or any good?
GARDENER
A crowd of ugly lean-faced rogues last night —
And may God curse them! – climbed the garden wall.
There is scarce an apple now on twenty trees,
And my asparagus and strawberry beds
Are trampled into clauber, and the boughs
Of peach and plum-trees broken and torn down
For some last fruit that hung there. My dog, too,
My old blind Simon, him who had no tail,
They murdered – God’s red anger seize them!
CATHLEEN
I know how pears and all the tribe of apples
Are daily in your love – how this ill chance
Is sudden doomsday fallen on your year;
So do not say no matter. I but say
I blame the famished season, and not you.
Then be not troubled.
GARDENER
I thank your ladyship.
CATHLEEN
What rumours and what portents of the famine?
GARDENER
The yellow vapour, in whose folds it came,
That creeps along the hedges at nightfall,
Rots all the heart out of my cabbages.
I pray against it.
[He goes towards the door, then pauses.
If her ladyship
Would give me an old crossbow, I would watch
Behind a bush and guard the pears of nights
And make a hole in somebody I know of.
CATHLEEN
They will give you a long draught of ale below.
[The GARDENER goes out.
OONA
What did he say? – he stood on my deaf side.
Driving with troops of dancers through the woods.
[She crouches down on the floor, and lays her head on OONA’S knees.
OONA
Dear heart, make a soft cradle of old tales,
And songs, and music: wherefore should you sadden
For wrongs you cannot hinder? The great God
Smiling condemns the lost: be mirthful: He
Bids youth be merry and old age be wise.
CATHLEEN
Tympan and harp awaken wandering dreams.
A VOICE [without]
You may not see the Countess.
ANOTHER VOICE
I must see her.
[Sound of a short struggle. A SERVANT enters from door to R.
SERVANT
The gardener is resolved to speak with you.
I cannot stay him.
CATHLEEN
You may come, Maurteen.
[The GARDENER, an old man, comes in from the R., and the SERVANT goes out.
GARDENER
Forgive my working clothes and the dirt on me.
I bring ill words, your ladyship, – too bad
To send with any other.
CATHLEEN
These bad times,
Can any news be bad or any good?
GARDENER
A crowd of ugly lean-faced rogues last night —
And may God curse them! – climbed the garden wall.
There is scarce an apple now on twenty trees,
And my asparagus and strawberry beds
Are trampled into clauber, and the boughs
Of peach and plum-trees broken and torn down
For some last fruit that hung there. My dog, too,
My old blind Simon, him who had no tail,
They murdered – God’s red anger seize them!
CATHLEEN
I know how pears and all the tribe of apples
Are daily in your love – how this ill chance
Is sudden doomsday fallen on your year;
So do not say no matter. I but say
I blame the famished season, and not you.
Then be not troubled.
GARDENER
I thank your ladyship.
CATHLEEN
What rumours and what portents of the famine?
GARDENER
The yellow vapour, in whose folds it came,
That creeps along the hedges at nightfall,
Rots all the heart out of my cabbages.
I pray against it.
[He goes towards the door, then pauses.
If her ladyship
Would give me an old crossbow, I would watch
Behind a bush and guard the pears of nights
And make a hole in somebody I know of.
CATHLEEN
They will give you a long draught of ale below.
[The GARDENER goes out.
OONA
What did he say? – he stood on my deaf side.
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