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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


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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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