The Countess Cathleen by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats
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For three nights running, and there's always gold.
SHEMUS. You might be starved before you've dug it out. TEIG. But maybe if you called, something would come, They have been seen of late. MARY. Is it call devils? Call devils from the wood, call them in here? SHEMUS. So you'd stand up against me, and you'd say Who or what I am to welcome here. (He hits her.) That is to show who's master. TEIG. Call them in. MARY. God help us all! SHEMUS. Pray, if you have a mind to. it's little that the sleepy ears above Care for your words; but I'll call what I please. TEIG. There is many a one, they say, had money from them. SHEMUS. (at door) Whatever you are that walk the woods at night, |
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