grass; (with emotion) or the time I've been
stretched in the sunshine, when I've heard


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Ainnle and Ardan stepping lightly, and they
saying: Was there ever the like of Deirdre for
a happy and sleepy queen?
LAVARCHAM -- not fully pacified. --
And yet you'll go, and welcome is it, if Naisi
chooses?
DEIRDRE. I've dread going or staying,
Lavarcham. It's lonesome this place, having
happiness like ours, till I'm asking each day
will this day match yesterday, and will to-
morrow take a good place beside the same day
in the year that's gone, and wondering all
times is it a game worth playing, living on
until you're dried and old, and our joy is gone
for ever.
LAVARCHAM. If it's that ails you, I
tell you there's little hurt getting old, though
young girls and poets do be storming at the
shapes of age. (Passionately.) There's little
hurt getting old, saving when you're looking
back, the way I'm looking this day, and seeing
the young you have a love for breaking up
their hearts with folly. (Going to Deirdre.)
Take my word and stop Naisi, and the day'll