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SCENE 2

        A ant vieurreted    one side, but all in flat colour,

        lig a diafiered old background.

        tESS CAthem.

        CAtopping) Surely tory too?

        OONA. t last.

        ALEEL. A man, they say,

        Loved Maeve t,

        And died of uries ago.

        And nohe full,

        Shere

        Upon t level place, and for three days

        Stretcs her long pale cheeks.

        CAtruly.

        ALEEL. No, but s her cheeks,

        Lady, because s his name.

        CAt trouble a must be

        A rouble tet his name??

        If ster sense.

        OONA. Your own house, lady.

        ALEEL. Sry Knoa?rea

        In an old    of stones; while her poor women

        Must lie and jog in they would sleep

        Being er bor if sheir names

        the moon

        till they are giddy and would love as men do,

        And be as patient and as pitiful.

        But t op in their heads,

        t.

        Os whe moon is full.

        CAt because t memories

        they live so long?

        ALEEL. s memory but the ash

        t c o sink?

        And ting fire.

        OONA. there is your own house, lady.

        CAts true,

        And    notig.

        ALEEL. A curse upon it for a meddlesome house!

        but stayed away I would have known

        Queehe moon is pinched;

        And whe dancers

        Set their brief love on men.

        OONA. Rest on my arm.

        ts for any    ear.

        ALEEL. I am younger, soo heavy for you.

        (aki of turourns ba.)

        t

        t danced upon the world,

        And ell secrets if I .

        (Sings.) Lift up te knee;

        ts hey sing,

        those young dancers

        t in a ring

        Raved but now

        Of ts t break

        Long, long ago

        For their sake.

        OONA. Ne.

        ALEEL. "But the dance ges.

        Lift up the gown,

        All t sorrow

        Is trodden do;

        OONA. ty rattle?pate! Lean on this arm,

        t I    tell you is a ed arm,

        And not like some, if o judge by speech.

        But as you please. It is time I .

        Maybe it is not on this arm you slumbered

        hen you were as helpless as a worm.

        ALEEL. Stay ill o your own house.

        CAtting down) ed I will need no help.

        ALEEL. I t to    her from remembering

        times for full ten minutes;

        But noween.

        OONA. talk on;    matter w you say,

        For you    been ed?

        ALEEL. Old woman, old woman,

        You robbed es peaind,

        And to a hundred years,

        And was of beggars and give alms,

        And climb Croagrick, you s be pardoned.

        OONA. ized

        Know w heaven pardons?

        ALEEL. You are a sinful woman

        OONA. I care no more ted.

        (Enter CAteward.)

        StEARD. I am not to blame, for I e,

        ters to blame. the men climbed in

        At t er wree is.

        CAt uand you, who has climbed?

        StEARD. t to tell you.

        I s??

        tc

        And mixed up truth and lies, your ladyship.

        e happened?

        StEARD. Yes, indeed.

        ter t let the branches lie

        Against to blame for everything,

        For t is    into the garden.

        CAt to une here.

        has any one been killed?

        StEARD. O killed.

        tolen ?load of green cabbage.

        CAt maybe tarving.

        StEARD. t is certain.

        to rob or starve, t hey had.

        CAtheologian has laid down

        t starving men may take ws necessary,

        A be sinless.

        OONA. Sinless and a thief

        ttles on the wall.

        CAt be a sin, whs unbroken

        God ot    pardon. there is no soul

        But its unlike all othe world,

        Nor o lifts a strao Gods love

        till ts groe, and therefore none

        han irremediable

        Alt    in the world.

        (EEIG and ShEMUS.)

        StEARD.    are you running for? Pull off your cap,

        Do you not see where?

        S .

        I am running to t news

        t    it for a thousand years.

        StEARD. t your breath and speak.

        ShEMUS. If youd my news

        Youd run as fast and be as out of breath.

        tEIG. Suews, we shall be carried on mens shoulders.

        Sh him

        And t no more about t were

        A mouts grown

        A marketable thing!

        tEIG. A seemed

        As useless as the paring of ones nails.

        S sets me laug,

        Is t a rogue wraw,

        If    sell it, may set up his coach.

        tEIG. (lauglemen who buy mens souls.

        CAthLEEN. O God!

        tEIG. And maybe t all.

        StEARD. theyre drunk or mad.

        tEIG. Look at they give. (Showing money.)

        Sossing up money)

        "Go cry it all about t; they said.

        "Money for souls, good money for a soul."

        CAty times t your souls again. I will pay all.

        S    here are souls??

        But keep t of its merriment.

        I shall be drunk and merry.

        tEIG. e, lets away.

        (he goes.)

        CAt to e.

        Shere is,

        Id ratrust myself into the hands

        t    pay money doo the hands

        t    she bag.

        ( R.)

        (lilting) "t yellow money.

        t;

        CAto ALEEL) Go call thing

        you like;

        (ALEEL goes.)

        And you too folloo his.

        (OONA, w.)

        Stes of my house.

        how much have I?

        StEARD. A hundred kegs of gold.

        CAtles?

        StEARD. As much more.

        CAture?

        StEARD. As much more.

        CAts?

        StEARD. As much more.

        CAthis house alone, sell all I have,

        Go barter w e again

        ittle and h ships of meal.

        StEARD. Gods blessing light upon your ladyship.

        You will he land.

        CAthLEEN. Make no delay.

        (he goes L.)

        (ALEEL and OOurn)

        CAt e; speak quickly.

        ALEEL. One drew his knife

        And said t he man or woman

        t stopped opped him

        roke at me; but it is nothing.

        ded. From this day for ever

        Ill have no joy or sorrow of my own.

        OONA. the eyes of birds of prey.

        CAt

        till I o such a refuge

        t t,

        May escape from beak and claw; all, all, shall e

        till t and the roof fall on us.

        From t I hing of my own.

        (She goes.)

        OONA (taking ALEEL by to

        put o,

        And you and I are of no more at

        ter.

        (t.)

        END OF SE 2.
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