Deirdre of the Sorrows by J. M. (John Millington) Synge
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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. 40 . . . . 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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