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Deirdre of the Sorrows by J. M. (John Millington) Synge
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will, surely.
DEIRDRE. It's for that maybe I'm called
Deirdre, the girl of many sorrows . . . for
it's a sweet life you and I could have, Naisi.


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. . . . It should be a sweet thing to have
what is best and richest, if it's for a short
space only.
NAISI -- very distressed. -- And we've a
short space only to be triumphant and brave.
DEIRDRE. You must not go, Naisi, and
leave me to the High King, a man is aging
in his dun, with his crowds round him, and
his silver and gold. (More quickly.) I will
not live to be shut up in Emain, and wouldn't
we do well paying, Naisi, with silence and a
near death. (She stands up and walks away
from him.
) I'm a long while in the woods
with my own self, and I'm in little dread of
death, and it earned with riches would make
the sun red with envy, and he going up the
heavens; and the moon pale and lonesome, and
she wasting away. (She comes to him and
puts her hands on his shoulders.
) Isn't it a
small thing is foretold about the ruin of our-
selves, Naisi, when all men have age coming
and great ruin in the end?
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