Deirdre of the Sorrows by J. M. (John Millington) Synge
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we'll make Emain ready in the morning.
[He goes towards door on left. DEIRDRE -- clinging to him. -- Do not call him, Conchubor. . . . Promise me a year of quiet. . . . It's one year I'm asking only. CONCHUBOR. You'd be asking a year next year, and the years that follow. (Call- ing.) Fergus! Fergus! (To Deirdre.) Young girls are slow always; it is their lovers that must say the word. (Calling.) Fergus! [Deirdre springs away from him as Fergus comes in with Lavarcham and the Old Woman. CONCHUBOR -- to Fergus. -- There is a 28 storm coming, and we'd best be going to our people when the night is young. FERGUS -- cheerfully. -- The gods shield you, Deirdre. (To Conchubor.) We're late already, and it's no work the High King to be slipping on stepping-stones and hilly path- ways when the floods are rising with the rain. [He helps Conchubor into his cloak. CONCHUBOR -- glad that he has made his decision -- to Lavarcham. -- Keep your rules a few days longer, and you'll be brought down to Emain, you and Deirdre with you. |
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