Deirdre of the Sorrows by J. M. (John Millington) Synge
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20 you're doing so little to school her to meet what is to come? LAVARCHAM. I'm after serving you two score of years, and I'll tell you this night, Conchubor, she's little call to mind an old woman when she has the birds to school her, and the pools in the rivers where she goes bathing in the sun. I'll tell you if you seen her that time, with her white skin, and her red lips, and the blue water and the ferns about her, you'd know, maybe, and you greedy itself, it wasn't for your like she was born at all. CONCHUBOR. It's little I heed for what she was born; she'll be my comrade, surely. [He examines her workbox. LAVARCHAM -- sinking into sadness again. -- I'm in dread so they were right say- ing she'd bring destruction on the world, for it's a poor thing when you see a settled man putting the love he has for a young child, and the love he has for a full woman, on a girl the like of her; and it's a poor thing, Conchubor, to see a High King, the way you are this day, prying after her needles and numbering her lines of thread. CONCHUBOR -- getting up. -- Let you |
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