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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THREE WONDER PLAYS ***

By LADY GREGORY

Drama

SEVEN SHORT PLAYS.

FOLK-HISTORY PLAYS. 2 VOLS.

NEW COMEDIES.

THE GOLDEN APPLE.

THE DRAGON.

OUR IRISH THEATRE. A CHAPTER OF

AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

THE KILTARTAN MOLIERE.

THE IMAGE AND OTHER PLAYS.

THREE WONDER PLAYS.

Irish Folk-Lore and Legend

VISIONS AND BELIEFS. 2 VOLS.

CUCHULAIN OF MURITHEMNE.

GODS AND FIGHTING MEN.

SAINTS AND WONDERS.

POETS AND DREAMERS.

THE KILTARTAN POETRY BOOK.

THE KILTARTAN HISTORY BOOK.

HUGH LANE'S LIFE AND ACHIEVEMENT,

WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF THE DUBLIN

GALLERIES.

Three Wonder Plays

By

Lady Gregory

G.P. Putnam's Sons London & New York

Note

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CONTENTS

THE DRAGON

AUTHOR'S NOTE

ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

NOTE TO ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

THE JESTER

NOTES FOR THE JESTER

THE DRAGON

ACT I

PERSONS

The King

The Queen.

The Princess Nuala.

The Dall Glic (THE BLIND WISE MAN).

The Nurse.

The Prince of the Marshes.

Manus, King of Sorcha.

Fintan, The Astrologer.

Taig.

Sibby (TAIG'S MOTHER).

Gatekeeper.

Two Aunts of the Prince of the Marshes.

Foreign Men Bringing in Food.

The Dragon.

ACT I

Scene: A room in the King's house at Burren.

Large window at back with deep window seat.

Doors right and left. A small table and some

chairs.

Dall Glic: (Coming in with tray, which he puts

on table. Goes back to door.) You can come in,

King. There is no one here.

King: (Coming in.) That's very good. I was

in dread the Queen might be in it.

Dall Glic: It is a good thought I had bringing

it in here, and she gone to give learning to the

Princess. She is not likely to come this side. It

would be a great pity to annoy her.

King: (Hastily swallowing a mouthful.) Look

out now the door and keep a good watch. The

time she will draw upon me is when I am eating

my little bite.

Dall Glic: I'll do that. What I wouldn't

see with my one eye, there's no other would see

with three.

King: A month to-day since I wed with her, and

well pleased I am to be back in my own place. I

give you word my teeth are rusting with the want

of meat. On the journey I got no fair play. She

wouldn't be willing to see me nourish myself,

unless maybe with the marrow bone of a wren.

Dall Glic: Sure she lays down she is but thinking

of the good of your health.

King: Maybe so. She is apt to be paying too

much attention to what will be for mine and for

the world's good. I kept my health fair enough,

and the first wife not begrudging me my enough.

I don't know what in the world led me not to stop

as I was.

Dall Glic: It is what you were saying, it was

for the good of the Princess Nuala, and of yourself.

King: That is what herself laid down. It

would be a great ease to my mind, she was saying,

to have in the house with the young girl, a far-off

cousin of the King of Alban, and that had been

conversation woman in his Court.

Dall Glic: So it might be too. She is a great

manager of people.

King: She is that ...I think I hear her

coming.... Throw a cloth over the plates.

Queen: (Coming in.) I was in search of you.

King: I thought you were in Nuala's sunny

parlour, learning her to play music and to go through

books.

Queen: That is what I thought to do. But I

hadn't hardly started to teach her the principles

of conversation and the branches of relationships

and kindred of the big people of the earth, when

she plucked off the coverings I had put over the

cages, and set open their doors, till the fiery birds

of Sabes and the canaries of the eastern world

were screeching around my head, giving out every

class of cry and call.

King: So they would too.

Queen: The royal eagles stirred up till I must

quit the place with their squawking, and the

enchanted swans raising up their heads and pecking

at the beadwork on my gown.

King: Ah, she has a wish for the birds of the air,

that are by nature light and airy the same as herself.

Queen: It is time for her to turn her mind

to good sense. What's that? (Whipping cloth

from tray.) Is it that you are eating again, and

it is but one half-hour since your breakfast?

King: Ah, that wasn't a breakfast you'd call

a breakfast.

Queen: Very healthy food, oaten meal flummery

with whey, and a griddle-cake; dandelion tea

and sorrel from the field.

King: My old fathers ate their enough of wild

herbs and the like in the early time of the world.

I'm thinking that it is in my nature to require a

good share of nourishment as if to make up for the

hardships they went through.

Queen: What now have you within that pastry

wall?

King: It is but a little leveret pie.

Queen: (Poking with fork.) Leveret! What's

this in it? The thickness of a blanket of beef;

calves' sweetbreads; cocks' combs; balls mixed

with livers and with spice. You to so much as

taste of it, you'll be crippled and crappled with

the gout, and roaring out in your pain.

King: I tell you my generations have enough

done of fasting and for making little of the juicy

meats of the world.

Queen: And the waste of it! Goose eggs and

jellies.... That much would furnish out a dinner

for the whole of the King of Alban's Court.

King: Ah, I wouldn't wish to be using anything

at all, only for to gather strength for to steer

the business of the whole of the kingdom!

Queen: Have you enough ate now, my dear?

Are you satisfied?

King: I am not. I would wish for a little taste

of that saffron cake having in it raisins of the sun.

Queen: Saffron! Are you raving? You to

have within you any of the four-and-twenty sicknesses

of the race, it would throw it out in red

blisters on your skin.

King: Let me just taste one little slab of that

venison ham.

Queen: (Poking with a fork.) It would take

seven chewings! Sudden death it would be!

Leave it alone now and rise up. To keep in health

every man should quit the table before he is satisfied

—there are some would walk to the door and back

with every bite.

King: Is it that I am to eat my meal standing,

the same as a crane in a shallow, or moving from

tuft to thistle like you'd see a jennet on the high

road?

Queen: Well, at the least, let you drink down

a share of this tansy juice. I was telling you it

would be answerable to your health.

King: You are doing entirely too much for me.

Queen: Sure I am here to be comfortable to

you. This house before I came into it was but

a ship without a rudder! Here now, take the

spoon in your hand.

Dall Glic: Leave it there, Queen, and I'll

engage he'll swallow it down bye-and-bye.

Queen: Is it that you are meddling, Dall Glic?

It is time some person took you in hand. I wonder

now could that dark eye of yours be cured?

Dall Glic: It is given in that it can not, by

doctors and by druids.

Queen: That is a pity now, it gives you a sort

of a one-sided look. It might not be so hard a

thing to put out the sight of the other.

Dall Glic: I'd sooner leave them the way they

are.

Queen: I'll put a knot on my handkerchief till

such time as I can give my mind to it.... Now,

my dear (to King), make no more delay. It is

right to drink it down after your meal. The

stomach to be bare empty, the medicine might

prey upon the body till it would be wore away

and consumed.

King: Time enough. Let it settle now for

a minute.

Queen: Here, now, I'll hold your nose the way

you will not get the taste of it.

(She holds spoon to his mouth. A ball flies

in at window; he starts and medicine

is spilled.)

Princess: (Coming in with Nurse.) Is it true

what they are telling me?

Queen: Do you see that you near hit the King

with your ball, and, what is worse again, you have

his medicine spilled from the spoon.

Princess: (Patting him.) Poor old King.

Queen: Have you your lessons learned?

Princess: (Throwing books in the air.) Neither

line nor letter of them! Poem book! Brehon

Laws! I have done with books! I am seventeen

years old to-day!

Queen: There is no one would think it and

you so flighty as you are.

Princess: (To King.) Is it true that the cook

is gone away?

King: (Aghast.) What's that you're saying?

Queen: Don't be annoying the King's mind

with such things. He should be hidden from every

trouble and care.

Princess: Was it you sent him away?

Queen: Not at all. If he went it was through

foolishness and pride.

Princess: It is said in the house that you annoyed

him.

Queen: I never annoyed any person in my life,

unless it might be for their own good. But it

fails some to recognise their best friend. Just

teaching him I was to pickle onion thinnings as it

was done at the King of Alban's Court.

Princess: Didn't he know that before?

Queen: Whether or no, he gave me very little

thanks, but turned around and asked his wages.

Hurrying him and harrying him he said I was,

and away with him, himself and his four-and-twenty

apprentices.

King: That is bad news, and pitiful news.

Queen: Do not be troubling yourself at all. It

will be easy find another.

King: It might not be easy to find so good a

one. A great pity! A dinner or a supper not

to be rightly dressed is apt to give no pleasure in

the eating or in the bye-and-bye.

Queen: I have taken it in hand. I have a good

headpiece. I put out a call with running lads

and with the army captains through the whole

of the five provinces; and along with that, I have

it put up on tablets at the post office.

Princess: I am sorry the old one to be gone.

To remember him is nearly the farthest spot in

my memory.

Queen: (Sharply.) If you want the house to

be under your hand only, it is best for you to settle

into one of your own.

Princess: Give me the little rush cabin by the

stream and I'll be content.

Queen: If you mind yourself and profit by

my instruction it is maybe not a cabin you will

be moving to but a palace.

Princess: I'm tired of palaces. There are too

many people in them.

Queen: That is talking folly. When you settle

yourself it must be in the station where you were

born.

Princess: I have no mind to settle myself yet

awhile.

Nurse: Ah, you will not be saying that the

time Mr. Right will come down the chimney,

and will give you the marks and tokens of a king.

Queen: There might have some come looking

for her before this, if it was not for you petting

and pampering her the way you do, and encouraging

her flightiness and follies. It is likely she will get

no offers till such time as I will have taught her

the manners and the right customs of courts.

Nurse: Sure I am acquainted with courts myself.

Wasn't it I fostered comely Manus that is presently

King of Sorcha, since his father went out of the

world? And as to lovers coming to look for her!

They do be coming up to this as plenty as the eye

could hold them, and she refusing them, and they

laying the blame upon the King!

King: That is so, they laying the blame upon

myself. There was the uncle of the King of

Leinster; he never sent me another car-load of

asparagus from the time you banished him away.

Princess: He was a widower man.

King: As to the heir of Orkney, since the time

you sent him to the right about, I never got so

much as a conger eel from his hand.

Princess: As dull as a fish he was. He had a

fish's eyes.

King: That wasn't so with the champion of

the merings of Ulster.

Princess: A freckled man. He had hair the

colour of a fox.

King: I wish he didn't stop sending me his

tribute of heather beer.

Queen: It is a poor daughter that will not

wish to be helpful to her father.

Princess: If I am to wed for the furnishing

of my father's table, it's as good for you to wrap

me in a speckled fawnskin and roast me!

(Runs out, tossing her ball.)

Queen: She is no way fit for marriage unless

with a herd to the birds of the air, till she has a

couple of years schooling.

King: It would be hard to put her back to

that.

Queen: I must take it in hand. She is getting

entirely too much of her own way.

Nurse: Leave her alone, and in the end it will

be a good way.

Queen: To keep rules and hours she must learn,

and to give in to order and good sense. (To King.)

There is a pigeon messenger I brought from Alban

I am about to let loose on this day with news of

myself and of yourself. I will send with it a message

to a friend I have, bidding her to make ready for

Nuala a place in her garden of learning and her

school.

King: That is going too fast. There is no

hurry.

Queen: She is seventeen years. There is no

day to be lost. I will go write the letter.

Nurse: Oh, you wouldn't send away the poor

child!

Dall Glic: It would be a great hardship to

send her so far. Our poor little Princess Nu!

Queen: (Sharply.) What are saying? (Dall

Glic is silent.)

King: I would not wish her to be sent out

of this.

Queen: There is no other way to set her mind

to sense and learning. It will be for her own

good.

Nurse: Where's the use troubling her with

lessons and with books that maybe she will never

be in need of at all. Speak up for her, King.

King: Let her stop for this year as she is.

Queen: You are all too soft and too easy. She

will turn on you and will blame you for it, and

another year or two years slipped by.

Nurse: That she may!

Dall Glic: Who knows what might take place

within the twelvemonth that is coming?

King: Ah, don't be talking about it. Maybe

it never might come to pass.

Dall Glic: It will come to pass, if there is truth

in the clouds of sky.

King: It will not be for a year, anyway. There'll

be many an ebbing and flowing of the tide within

a year.

Queen: What at all are you talking about?

King: Ah, where's the use of talking too

much.

Queen: Making riddles you are, and striving

to keep the meaning from your comrade, that is

myself.

King: It's best not be thinking about the thing

you would not wish, and maybe it might never

come around at all. To strive to forget a threat

yourself, it might maybe be forgotten by the

universe.

Queen: Is it true something was threatened?

King: How would I know is anything true,

and the world so full of lies as it is?

Nurse: That is so. He might have been wrong

in his foretelling. What is he in the finish but an

old prophecy?

Dall Glic: Is it of Fintan you are saying that?

Queen: And who, will you tell me, is Fintan?

Dall Glic: Anyone that never heard tell of

Fintan never heard anything at all.

Queen: His name was not up on the tablets

of big men at the King of Alban's Court, or of

Britain.

Nurse: Ah, sure in those countries they are

without religion or belief.

Queen: Is it that there was a prophecy?

King: Don't mind it. What are prophecies?

Don't we hear them every day of the week? And

if one comes true there may be seven blind and

come to nothing.

Queen: (To Dall Glic.) I must get to the root

of this, and the handle. Who, now, is Fintan?

Dall Glic: He is an astrologer, and understanding

the nature of the stars.

Nurse: He wore out in his lifetime three eagles

and three palm trees and three earthen dykes.

It is down in a cleft of the rocks beyond he has

his dwelling presently, the way he can be watching

the stars through the daytime.

Dall Glic: He prophesied in a prophecy, and

it is written in clean letters in the King's yew-tree

box.

King: It is best to keep it out of sight. It

being to be, it will be; and, if not, where's the

use troubling our mind?

Queen: Sound it out to me.

Dall Glic: (Looking from window and drawing

curtain.) There is no story in the world is worse

to me or more pitiful; I wouldn't wish any person

to hear.

Nurse: Oh, take care it would come to the

ears of my darling Nu!

Dall Glic: It is said by himself and the heavens

that in a year from this day the King's daughter will

be brought away and devoured by a scaly Green

Dragon that will come from the North of the

World.

Queen: A Dragon! I thought you were talking

of some danger. I wouldn't give in to dragons.

I never saw one. I'm not in dread of beasts unless

it might be a mouse in the night-time!

King: Put it out of mind. It is likely anyway

that the world will soon be ended the way

it is.

Queen: I will send and search out this astrologer

and will question him.

Dall Glic: You have not far to search. He

is outside at the kitchen door at this minute, and

as if questioning after something, and it a half-score

and seven years since I knew him to come

out of his cave.

King: Do not! He might waken up the Dragon

and put him in mind of the girl, for to make his

own foretelling come true.

Nurse: Ah, such a thing cannot be! The

poor innocent child! (Weeps.)

Queen: Where's the use of crying and roaring?

The thing must be stopped and put an end to.

I don't say I give in to your story, but that would

be an unnatural death. I would be scandalised

being stepmother to a girl that would be swallowed

by a sea-serpent!

Nurse: Ochone! Don't be talking of it at

all!

Queen: At the King of Alban's Court, one

of the royal family to die over, it will be naturally

on a pillow, and the dead-bells ringing, and a

burying with white candles, and crape on the

knocker of the door, and a flagstone put over the

grave. What way could we put a stone or so

much as a rose-bush over Nuala and she in the

inside of a water-worm might be ploughing its way

down to the north of the world?

Nurse: Och! that is what is killing me entirely!

O save her, save her.

King: I tell you, it being to be, it will be.

Queen: You may be right, so, when you would

not go to the expense of paying her charges at the

Royal school. But wait, now, there is a plan

coming into my mind.

Nurse: There must surely be some way!

Queen: It is likely a king's daughter the beast—

if there is a beast—will come questioning after, and

not after a king's wife.

Dall Glic: That is according to custom.

Queen: That's what I am saying. What we

have to do is to join Nuala with a man of a husband,

and she will be safe from the danger ahead of her.

In all the inventions made by poets, for to put

terror on children or to knock laughter out of fools,

did any of you ever hear of a Dragon swallowing

the wedding ring?

All: We never did.

Queen: It's easy enough so. There must be

no delay till Nuala will be married and wed with

someone that will bring her away out of this, and

let the Dragon go hungry home!

Nurse: That she may! Isn't it a pity now

she being so hard to please!

Queen: Young people are apt to be selfish and

to have no thought but for themselves. She must

not be hard to please when it will be to save and

to serve her family and to keep up respect for

their name. Here she is coming.

Nurse: Ah, you would not tell her! You

would not put the dear child under the shadow

of such a terror and such a threat!

King: She must not be told. I never could

bear up against it.

(Nuala comes in.)

Queen: Look now at your father the way he is.

Princess: (Touching his hand.) What is fretting

you?

Queen: His heart as weighty as that the chair

near broke under him.

Princess: I never saw you this way before.

Queen: And all on the head of yourself!

Princess: I am sorry, and very sorry, for that.

Queen: He is loth to say it to you, but he is

tired and wore out waiting for you to settle with

some match. See what a troubled look he has on

his face.

Princess: (To King.) Is it that you want me

to leave you? (He gives a sob.) (To Dall Glic.)

Is it the Queen urged him to this?

Dall Glic: If she did, it was surely for your good.

Nurse: Oh, my child and my darling, let you

strive to take a liking to some good man that will

come!

Princess: Are you going against me with the rest?

Nurse: You know well I would never do that!

Princess: Do you, father, urge me to go?

King: They are in too big a hurry why

wouldn't they wait a while, for a quarter, or three-quarters

of a year.

Princess: Is that all the delay I am given, and

the term is set for me, like a servant that would be

banished from the house?

King: That's not it. That's not right. I

would never give in to let you go ...if it

wasn't ...

Princess: I know. (Stands up.) For my own

good!

(Trumpet outside.)

Gatekeeper: (Coming in.) There is company

at the door.

Queen: Who is it?

Gatekeeper: Servants, and a company of women,

and one that would seem to be a Prince, and young.

Princess: Then he is come asking me in marriage.

Dall Glic: Who is he at all?

Gatekeeper: They were saying he is the son

of the King of the Marshes.

King: Go bring him in.

(Gatekeeper goes.)

Dall Glic: That's right! He has great riches

and treasure. There are some say he is the first

match in Ireland.

Nurse: He is not. If his father has a copper

crown, and our own King a silver one, it is the

King of Sorcha has a crown of gold! The young

King of Sorcha that is the first match.

Dall Glic: If he is, this one is apt to be the

second first.

Queen: Do you hear, Nuala, what luck is flowing

to you?

Dall Glic: Do not now be turning your back

on him as you did to so many.

Princess: No; whoever he is, it is likely I will

not turn away from this one.

Queen: Go now and ready yourself to meet him.

Princess: Am I not nice enough the way I am?

Queen: You are not. The King of Alban's

daughter has hair as smooth as if a cow had licked it.

(Princess goes.)

Gatekeeper: Here is the Prince of the Marshes!

(Enter Prince, very young and timid, an old lady

on each side slightly in advance of him.)

King: A great welcome before you....

And who may these be?

Prince: Seven aunts I have....

First Aunt: (Interrupting.) If he has, there

are but two of us have come along with him.

Second Aunt: For to care him and be company

for him on his journey, it being the first time he

ever quitted home.

Queen: This is a great honour. Will you take

a chair?

First Aunt: Leave that for the Prince of the

Marshes. It is away from the draught of the

window.

Second Aunt: We ourselves are in charge of

his health. I have here his eel-skin boots for the

days that will be wet under foot.

First Aunt: And I have here my little bag of

cures, with a cure in it that would rise the body

out of the grave as whole and as sound as the time

you were born.

(Lays it down.)

King: (To Prince.) It is many a day your

father and myself were together in our early time.

What way is he? He was farther out in age than

myself.

Prince: He is ...

First Aunt: (Interrupting.) He is only middling

these last years. The doctors have taken him in

hand.

King: He was more for fowling, and I was

more for horses—before I increased so much in

girth. Is it for horses you are, Prince?

Prince: I didn't go up on one up to this.

First Aunt: Kings and princes are getting scarce.

They are the most class is wearing away, and it is

right for them keep in mind their safety.

Second Aunt: The Prince has no need to go

upon a horse, where he has always a coach at his

command.

King: It is fowling that suits you so?

Prince: I would be well pleased ...

First Aunt: There is great danger going out

fowling with a gun that might turn on you after

and take your life.

Second Aunt: Why would the Prince go into

danger, having servants that will go following

after birds?

Queen: He is likely waiting till his enemies will

make an attack upon the country to defend it.

First Aunt: There is a good dyke around about

the marshes, and a sort of quaking bog. It is not

likely war will come till such time as it will be made

by the birds of the air.

King: Well, we must strive to knock out some

sport or some pleasure.

Prince: It was not on pleasure I was sent.

First Aunt: That's so, but on business.

Second Aunt: Very weighty business.

King: Let the lad tell it out himself.

Prince: I hope there is no harm in me coming

hither. I would be loth to push on you ...

First Aunt: We thought it was right, as he

was come to sensible years ...

King: Stop a minute, ma'am, give him his

time.

Prince: My father ... and his counsellors ...

and my seven aunts ...that said it would be

right for me to join with a wife.

Queen: They showed good sense in that.

Prince: (Rapidly.) They bade me come and

take a look at your young lady of a Princess to see

would she be likely to be pleasing to them.

First Aunt: That's it, and that is what brought

ourselves along with him—to see would we be

satisfied.

King: I don't know. The girl is young—

she's young.

First Aunt: It is what we were saying, that

might be no drawback. It might be easier train

her in our own ways, and to do everything that

is right.

King: Sure we are all wishful to do the thing

that is right, but it's sometimes hard to know.

Second Aunt: Not in our place. What the

King of the Marshes would not know, his counsellors

and ourselves would know.

Queen: It will be very answerable to the Princess

to be under such good guidance.

First Aunt: For low people and for middling

people it is well enough to follow their own opinion

and their will. But for the Prince's wife to have

any choice or any will of her own, the people would

not believe her to be a real princess.

(Princess comes to door, listening unseen.)

King: Ah, you must not be too strict with a

girl that has life in her.

Prince: My seven aunts that were saying they

have a great distrust of any person that is lively.

First Aunt: We would rather than the greatest

beauty in the world get him a wife who would be

content to stop in her home.

(Princess comes in very stately and with a

fine dress. She curtseys. Aunts curtsey

and sit down again. Prince bows uneasily

and sidles away.)

First Aunt: Will you sit, now, between the

two of us?

Princess: It is more fitting for a young girl

to stay in her standing in the presence of a king's

kindred and his son, since he is come so far to look

for me.

Second Aunt: That is a very nice thought.

Princess: My far-off grandmother, the old

people were telling me, never sat at the table

to put a bit in her mouth till such time as her

lord had risen up satisfied. She was that obedient

to him that if he had bidden her, she would have

laid down her hand upon red coals.

(Prince looks bored and fidgets.)

First Aunt: Very good indeed.

Princess: That was a habit with my grandmother.

I would wish to follow in her ways.

King: This is some new talk.

Queen: Stop; she is speaking fair and good.

Princess: A little verse, made by some good

wife, I used to be learning. "I always should:

Be very good: At home should mind: My husband

kind: Abroad obey: What people say."

First Aunt: (Getting up.) To travel the world,

I never thought to find such good sense before me.

Do you hear that, Prince?

Prince: Sure I often heard yourselves shaping

that sort.

Second Aunt: I'll engage the royal family will

make no objection to this young lady taking charge

of your house.

Princess: I can do that! (Counts on fingers.)

To send linen to the washing-tub on Monday, and

dry it on Tuesday, and to mangle it Wednesday,

and starch it Thursday, and iron it Friday, and

fold it in the press against Sunday!

Second Aunt: Indeed there is little to learn

you! And on Sundays, now, you will go driving

in a painted coach, and your dress sewed with gold

and with pearls, and the poor of the world envying

you on the road.

Queen: (Claps hands.) There is no one but

must envy her, and all that is before her for her

lifetime!

First Aunt: Here is the golden arm-ring the

Prince brought for to slip over your hand.

Second Aunt: It was put on all our generations of

queens at the time of the making of their match.

Princess: (Drawing back her hand.) Mine is

not made yet.

First Aunt: Didn't you hear me saying, and

the Prince saying, there is nothing could be laid

down against it.

Princess: There is one thing against it.

Queen: Oh, there can be nothing worth while!

Princess: A thing you would think a great

drawback and all your kindred would think it.

Queen: (Rapidly.) There is nothing, but maybe

that she is not so tall as you might think, through

the length of the heels of her shoes.

Second Aunt: We would put up with that much.

Princess: (Rapidly.) It is that there was a

spell put upon me—by a water-witch that was of

my kindred. At some hours of the day I am as

you see me, but at other hours I am changed into

a sea-filly from the Country-under-Wave. And

when I smell salt on the west wind I must race and

race and race. And when I hear the call of the

gulls or the sea-eagles over my head, I must leap

up to meet them till I can hardly tell what is my

right element, is it the high air or is it the loosened

spring-tide!

Queen: Stop your nonsense talk. She is gone

wild and raving with the great luck that is come

to her!

(Prince has stood up, and is watching her

eagerly.)

Princess: I feel a wind at this very time that

is blowing from the wilderness of the sea, and

I am changing with it.... There. (Pulls down

her hair.) Let my mane go free! I will race

you, Prince, I will race you! The wind of March

will not overtake me, Prince, and I running on the

top of the white waves!

(Runs out; Prince entranced, rushes to door.)

Aunts: (Catching hold of him.) Are you going

mad wild like herself?

Prince: Oh, I will go after her!

First Aunt: (Clutching him) Do not! She

will drag you to destruction.

Prince: (Struggling to door.) What matter! Let

me go or she will escape me! (Shaking himself

free.) I will never stop till I come to her.

(He rushes out, Second Aunt still holding on

to him.)

First Aunt: What at all has come upon him?

I never knew him this way before!

(She trots after him.)

Princess: (Comes leaping in by window.) They

are gone running the road to Muckanish! But

they won't find me!

Queen: You have a right to be ashamed of

yourself and your play-game. It's easy for you

to go joking, having neither cark nor care: that

is no way to treat the second best match in Ireland!

King: You were saying you had your mind

made up to take him.

Princess: It failed me to do it! Himself and

his counsellors and his seven aunts!

Queen: He will give out that you are crazed

and mad.

Princess: He will be thankful to his life's end

to have got free of me!

King: I don't know. It seemed to me he

was better pleased with you in the finish than

in the commencement. But I'm in dread his

father may not be well pleased.

Princess: (Patting him.) Which now of the

two of you is the most to be pitied? He to

have such a timid son or you to have such an unruly

daughter?

Queen: It is likely he will make an attack on

you. There was a war made by the King of Britain

on the head of a terrier pup that was sent to him

and that made away on the road following hares.

It's best for you to make ready to put yourself at

the head of your troop.

King: It's long since I went into my battle

dress. I'm in dread it would not close upon my

chest.

Queen: Ah, it might, so soon as you would

go through a few hardships in the fight.

King: If the rest of Adam's race was of my

opinion there'd be no fighting in the world at

all.

Queen: It is this child's stubbornness is leading

you into it. Go out, Nuala, after the Prince. Tell

him you are sorry you made a fool of him.

Princess: He was that before—thinking to

put me sitting and sewing in a cushioned chair,

listening to stories of kings making a slaughter

of one another.

Queen: Tell him you have changed your mind,

that you were but funning; that you will wed

with him yet.

Princess: I would sooner wed with the King

of Poison! I to have to go to his kingdom, I'd

sooner go earning my wages footing turf, with a

skirt of heavy flannel and a dress of the grey frieze!

Himself and his bogs and his frogs!

Queen: I tell you it is time for you to take a

husband.

Princess: You said that before! And I was

giving in a while ago, and I felt the blood of my

heart to be rising against it! And I will not give

in to you again! It is my own business and I will

take my own way.

Queen: (To King.) This is all one with the

raving of a hag against heaven!

King: What the Queen is saying is right. Try

now and come around to it.

Princess: She has set you against me with her

talk!

Queen: (To King.) It is best for you to lay

orders on her.

Princess: The King is not under your

orders!

Queen: You are striving to make him give in

to your own!

King: I will take orders from no one at all!

Queen: Bid her go bring back the Prince.

Princess: I say that I will not!

Queen: She is standing up against you! Will

you give in to that?

King: I am bothered with the whole of you!

I will give in to nothing at all!

Queen: Make her do your bidding so.

King: Can't you do as you are told?

Princess: This concerns myself.

King: It does, and the whole of us.

Princess: Do you think you can force me to

wed?

King: I do think it, and I will do it.

Princess: It will fail you!

King: It will not! I was too easy with you

up to this.

Princess: Will you turn me out of the house?

King: I will give you my word, it is little but

I will!

Princess: Then I have no home and no father!

It is to my mother you must give an account.

You know well it is with the first wife you will go

at the Judgment!

Queen: Is it that you would make threats to

the King? And put insults upon myself? Now

she is daring and defying you! Let you put an end

to it!

King: I will do that! (Stands up.) I swear

by the oath my people swear by, the seven things

common to us all; by sun and moon; sea and dew;

wind and water; the hours of the day and night,

I will give you in marriage and in wedlock to the

first man that will come into the house!

Princess: (Shrinking as from a blow.) It is the

Queen has done this.

Queen: I will give you out the reason, and

see will you put blame on me or praise!

Nurse: Oh, let you stop and not draw it down

upon her!

Queen: It is right for me to tell it; it is true

telling! You not to be married and wed by this

day twelvemonth, there will be a terrible thing

happen you ...

Nurse: Be quiet! Don't you see Fintan himself

looking in the window!

King: Fintan! What is it bring you here

on this day?

Fintan: (A very old man in strange clothes at

window.) What brings me is to put my curse

upon the whole tribe of kitchen boys that are gone

and vanished out of this, without bringing me my

request, that was a bit of rendered lard that would

limber the swivel of my spy-glass, that is clogged

with the dripping of the cave.

Nurse: And you have no bad news?

Queen: Nothing to say on the head of the

Princess, this being, as it is, her birthday?

Fintan: What birthday? This is not a birthday

that signifies. It is the next will be the birthday

concerned with the great story that is foretold.

Queen: It is right for her to know it.

King: It is not! It is not!

Princess: Whatever the story is, let me know

it, and not be treated as a child that is without

courage or sense.

Fintan: It's long till I'll come out from my

cleft again, and getting no peace or quiet on the

ridge of the earth. It is laid down by the stars

that cannot lie, that on this day twelvemonth, you

yourself will be ate and devoured by a scaly Green

Dragon from the North!

END OF ACT I.

ACT II

ACT II

Scene: The Same. Princess and Nurse.

Nurse: Cheer up now, my honey bird, and

don't be fretting.

Princess: It is not easy to quit fretting, and

the terrible story you are after telling me of all

that is before and all that is behind me.

Nurse: They had no right at all to go make

you aware of it. The Queen has too much talk.

An unlucky stepmother she is to you!

Princess: It is well for me she is here. It is

well I am told the truth, where the whole of you

were treating me like a child without sense, so

giddy I was and contrary, and petted and humoured

by the whole of you. What memory would there

be left of me and my little life gone by, but of a

headstrong, unruly child with no thought but

for myself.

Nurse: No, but the best in the world, you

are; there is no one seeing you pass by but would

love you.

Princess: That is not so. I was wild and taking

my own way, mocking and humbugging.

Nurse: I never will give in that there is no

way to save you from that Dragon that is foretold

to be your destruction. I would give the

four divisions of the world, and Ireland along

with them, if I could see you pelting your ball

in at the window the same as an hour ago!

Princess: Maybe you will, so long as it will hurt

nobody.

Nurse: Ah, sure it's no wonder there to be the

tracks of tears upon your face, and that great terror

before you.

Princess: I will wipe them away! I will not

give in to danger or to dragons! No one will

see a dark face on me. I am a king's daughter

of Ireland, I did not come out of a herd's hut like

Deirdre that went sighing and lamenting till she

was put to death, the world being sick and tired

of her complaints, and her finger at her eye dripping

tears!

Nurse: That's right, now. You had always

great courage.

Princess: There is like a change within me.

You never will hear a cross word from me again.

I would wish to be pleasant and peaceable until

such time ...

(Puts handkerchief to eyes and goes.)

Dall Glic: (Coming in.) The King is greatly

put out with all he went through, and the way

the passion rose in him a while ago.

Nurse: That he may be twenty times worse

before he is better! Showing such fury towards

the innocent child the way he did!

Dall Glic: The Queen has brought him to the

grass plot for to give him his exercise, walking his

seven steps east and west.

Nurse: Hasn't she great power over him to

make him to that much?

Dall Glic: I tell you I am in dread of her myself.

Some plan she has for making my two eyes equal.

I vexed her someway, and she got queer and humpy,

and put a lip on herself, and said she would take

me in hand. I declare I never will have a minute's

ease thinking of it.

Nurse: The King should have done his seven

steps, for I hear her coming.

(Dall Glic goes to recess of window.)

Queen: (Coming in.) Did you, Nurse, ever at

any time turn and dress a dinner?

Nurse: (Very stiff.) Indeed I never did. Any

house I ever was in there was a good kitchen and

well attended, the Lord be praised!

Queen: Ah, but just to be kind and to oblige

the King.

Nurse: Troth, the same King will wait long

till he'll see any dish I will ready for him! I am

not one that was reared between the flags and the

oven in the corner of the one room! To be a nurse

to King's children is my trade, and not to go stirring

mashes, for hens or for humans!

Queen: I heard a crafty woman lay down one

time there was no way to hold a man, only by food

and flattery.

Nurse: Sure any mother of children walking the

road could tell you that much.

Queen: I went maybe too far urging him not

to lessen so much food the way he did. I only

thought to befriend him. But now he is someway

upset and nothing will rightly smooth him but to

be thinking upon his next meal; and what it will

be I don't know, unless the berries of the bush.

Dall Glic: (Leaning out of the window.) Here!

Hi! Come this way!

Queen: Who are you calling to?

Dall Glic: It is someone with the appearance

of a cook.

Queen: Are you saying it is a cook? That

now will put the King in great humour!

(Manus appears at the window.)

Nurse: (Looking at him.) I wouldn't hardly

think he'd suit. He has a sort of innocent look.

I wouldn't say him to be a country lad. I don't

know is he fitted to go readying meals for a royal

family, and the King so wrathful if they do not

please him as he is. And as to the Princess Nu!

There to be the size of a hayseed of fat overhead

on her broth, she'd fall in a dead faint.

Manus: I'll go on so.

Queen: No, no. Bring him in till I'll take a

look at him!

Manus: (Coming inside.) I am a lad in search

of a master.

Manus: (Inside.) I am a lad in search of a

master.

Queen: And I myself that am wanting a cook.

Manus: I got word of that and I going the road.

Queen: You would seem to be but a young lad.

Manus: I am not very far in age to-day. But

I'll be a day older to-morrow.

Queen: In what country were you born and

reared?

Manus: I came from over, and I am coming

hither.

Queen: What wages now would you be asking?

Manus: Nothing at all unless what you think

I will have earned at the time I will be leaving

your service.

Queen: That is very right and fair. I hope

you will not be asking too much help. The last

cook had a whole fleet of scullions that were no

use but to chatter and consume.

Manus: I am asking no help at all but the

help of the ten I bring with me.

(Holds up fingers.)

Queen: That will be a great saving in the house!

Can I depend upon you now not to be turning

to your own use the King's ale and his wine?

Manus: If you take me to be a thief I will go

upon my road. It was no easier for me to come

than to go out again.

Queen: (Holding him.) No, now, don't be so

proud and thinking so much of yourself. If I

give you trial here I would wish you to be ready

to turn your hand to this and that, and not be

saying it is or is not your business.

Manus: My business is to do as the King wishes.

Queen: That's right. That is the way the

servants were in the palace of the King of Alban.

Manus: That's the way I was myself in the

King's house of Sorcha.

Queen: Are you saying it is from that place you

are come? Sure that should be a great household!

The King of Sorcha, they were telling me, has

seven castles on land and seven on the sea, and

provision for a year and a day in every one of them.

Manus: That might be. I never was in more

than one of them at the one time.

Queen: Anyone that has been in that place would

surely be fitting here. Keep him, Nurse! Don't let

him make away from us till I will go call the King!

(Goes out.)

Nurse: Sure it was I myself that fostered the

young King of Sorcha and reared him in my lap!

What way is he at all? My lovely child! Give

me news of him!

Manus: I will do that....

Nurse: To hear of him would delight me!

Manus: It is I that can tell you....

Nurse: It is himself should be a grand king!

Manus: Listen till you hear!...

Nurse: His father was good and his mother was

good, and it's likely, himself will be the best of all!

Manus: Be quiet now and hearken!...

Nurse: I remember well the first day I saw him

in the cradle, two and a score of years back! Oh,

it is glad, and very glad, I'll be to get word of him!

Manus: He is come to sensible years....

Nurse: A golden cradle it was and it standing

on four golden balls the very round of the sun!

Manus: He is out of his cradle now. (Shakes

her shoulder.) Let you hearken! He is in need

of your help.

Nurse: He'll get it, he'll get it. I doted down

on that child! The best to laugh and to roar!

Manus: (Putting hand on her mouth.) Will

you be silent, you hag of a nurse? Can't you see

that I myself am Manus, the new King of Sorcha?

Nurse: (Starting back.) Do you say that?

And how's every bit of you? Sure I'd know you

in any place. Stand back till I'll get the full of

my eyes of you! Like the father you are, and you

need never be sorry to be that! Well, I said to

myself and you looking in at the window, I would

not believe but there's some drop of king's blood

in that lad!

Manus: That was not what you said to me!

Nurse: And wasn't the journey long on you

from Sorcha, that is at the rising of the sun? Is

it your foot-soldiers and your bullies you brought

with you, or did you come with your hound and

your deer-hound and with your horn?

Manus: There was no one knew of my journey.

I came bare alone. I threw a shell in the sea and

made a boat of it, and took the track of the wild

duck across the mountains of the waves.

Nurse: And where in the world wide did you

get that dress of a cook?

Manus: It was at a tailor's place near Oughtmana.

There was no one in the house but the mother. I

left my own clothes in her charge and my purse

of gold; I brought nothing but my own blue

sword. (Throws open blouse and shows it.) She gave

me this suit, where a cook from this house had

thrown it down in payment for a drink of milk.

I have no mind any person should know I am a king.

I am letting on to be a cook.

Nurse: I would sooner you to come as a champion

seeking battle, or a horseman that had gone astray,

or so far as a poet making praises or curses according

to his treatment on the road. It would be a bad

day I would see your father's son taken for a kitchen

boy.

Manus: I was through the world last night in

a dream. It was dreamed to me that the King's

daughter in this house is in a great danger.

Nurse: So she is, at the end of a twelvemonth.

Manus: My warning was for this day. Seeing

her under trouble in my dream, my heart was hot

to come to her help. I am here to save her, to

meet every troublesome thing that will come at

her.

Nurse: Oh, my heavy blessing on you doing

that!

Manus: I was not willing to come as a king,

that she would feel tied and bound to live for if

I live, or to die with if I should die. I am come

as a poor unknown man, that may slip away after

the fight, to my own kingdom or across the borders

of the world, and no thanks given him and no more

about him, but a memory of the shadow of a cook!

Nurse: I would not think that to be right,

and you the last of your race. It is best for you

to tell the King.

Manus: I lay my orders on you to tell no one

at all.

Nurse: Give me leave but to whisper it to the

Princess Nu. It's ye would be the finest two the

world ever saw. You will not find her equal in all

Ireland!

Manus: I lay it as crosses and as spells on you

to say no word to her or to any other that will

make known my race or my name. Give me now

your oath.

Nurse: (Kneeling.) I do, I do. But they will

know you by your high looks.

Manus: Did you yourself know me a while ago?

Nurse: (Getting up.) Oh, they're coming! Oh,

my poor child, what way will you that never handled

a spit be able to make out a dinner for the

King?

Manus: This silver whistle, that was her pipe

of music, was given to me by a queen among the

Sidhe that is my godmother. At the sound of it

that will come through the air any earthly thing

I wish for, at my command.

Nurse: Let it be a dinner so.

Manus: So it will come, on a green tablecloth

carried by four swans as white as snow. The

freshest of every meat, the oldest of every drink,

nuts from the trees in Adam's Paradise!

(King, Queen, Princess, Dall Glic come in.

Princess sits on window sill.)

Queen: (To King.) Here now, my dear. Wasn't

I telling you I would take all trouble from your

mind, and that I would not be without finding a

cook for you?

King: He came in a good hour. The want of a

right dinner has downed kingdoms before this.

Queen: Travelling he is in search of service

from the kings of the earth. His wages are in no

way out of measure.

King: Is he a good hand at his trade?

Queen: Honest he is, I believe, and ready to

give a hand here and there.

King: What way does he handle flesh, I'd wish

to know? And all that comes up from the tide?

Bream, now; that is a fish is very pleasant to me—

stewed or fried with butter till the bones of it melt

in your mouth. There is nothing in sea or strand

but is the better of a quality cook—only oysters,

that are best left alone, being as they are all gravy

and fat.

Queen: I didn't question him yet about cookery.

King: It's seldom I met a woman with right

respect for food, but for show and silly dishes and

trash that would leave you in the finish as dwindled

as a badger on St. Bridget's day.

Queen: If this youth of a young man was able to

give satisfaction at the King of Sorcha's Court,

I am sure that he will make a dinner to please

yourself.

Manus: I will do more than that. I will dress

a dinner that will please myself.

Princess: (Clapping hands.) Very well said!

King: Sound out now some good dishes such

as you used to be giving in Sorcha, and the Queen

will put them down in a line of writing, that I can

be thinking about them till such time as you will

have them readied.

Queen: There are sheeps' trotters below; you

might know some tasty way to dress them.

Manus: I do surely. I'll put the trotters within

a fowl, and the fowl within a goose, and the goose in

a suckling pig, and the suckling pig in a fat lamb,

and the lamb in a calf, and the calf in a Maderalla ...

King: What now is a Maderalla?

Manus: He is a beast that saves the cook trouble,

swallowing all those meats one after another—in

Sorcha.

King: That should be a very pretty dish. Let

you go make a start with it the way we will not be

famished before nightfall. Bring him, Dall Glic,

to the larder.

Dall Glic: I'm in dread it's as good for him to

stop where he is.

King: What are you saying?

Dall Glic: Those lads of apprentices that left

nothing in it only bare hooks.

Nurse: It is the Queen would give no leave

for more provision to come in, saying there was

no one to prepare it.

Manus: If that is so, I will be forced to lay

my orders on the Hawk of the Grey Rock and the

Brown Otter of the Stream to bring in meat at

my bidding.

King: Hurry on so.

Queen: I myself will go and give you instructions

what way to use the kitchen.

Manus: Not at all! What I do I'd as lief do

in your own royal parlour! (Blows whistle; two dark-skinned

men come in with vessels.) Give me here

those pots and pans!

Queen: What now is about to take place?

Dall Glic: I not to be blind, I would say those

to be very foreign-looking men.

King: It would seem as if the world was grown

to be very queer.

Queen: So it is, and the mastery being given

to a cook.

Manus: So it should be too! It is the King

of Shades and Shadows would have rule over the

world if it wasn't for the cooks!

King: There's some sense in that now.

(Strange men are moving and arranging baskets

and vessels.)

Manus: There was respect for cooks in the

early days of the world. What way did the Sons

of Tuireann get their death but going questing

after a cooking spit at the bidding of Lugh of the

Long Hand! And if a spit was worthy of the death

of heroes, what should the man be worth that is

skilled in turning it? What is the difference

between man and beast? Beast and bird devour

what they find and have no power to change it.

But we are Druids of those mysteries, having

magic and virtue to turn hard grain to tender cakes,

and the very skin of a grunting pig to crackling

causing quarrels among champions, and it singing

upon the coals. A cook! If I am I am not without

good generations before me! Who was the first

old father of us, roasting and reddening the fruits

of the earth from hard to soft, from bitter to kind,

till they are fit for a lady's platter? What is it

leaves us in the hard cold of Christmas but the

robbery from earth of warmth for the kitchen

fire of (takes off cap) the first and foremost of all

master cooks—the Sun!

Princess: You are surely not ashamed of your

trade!

Manus: To work now, to work. I'll engage to

turn out a dinner fit for Pharaoh of Egypt or

Pharamond King of the Franks! Here, Queen, is

a silver-breast phoenix—draw out the feathers—

they are pure silver—fair and clean. (Queen plucks

eagerly.) King, take your golden sceptre and stir

this pot.

(Gives him one.)

King: (Interested.) What now is in it?

Manus: A broth that will rise over the side

and be consumed and split if you stop stirring

it for one minute only! (King stirs furiously.)

Princess (She is looking on and he goes over to her),

there are honey cakes to roll out, but I will not

ask you to do it in dread that you might spoil the

whiteness ...

Princess: I have no mind to do it.

Manus: Of the flour!

Princess: Give them here.

(Rolls them out indignantly.)

Manus: That is right. Take care, King, would

the froth swell over the brim.

Princess: It seems to me you are doing but

little yourself.

Manus: I will turn now and ... boil these

eggs.

(Takes some on a plate; they roll off.)

Princess: You have broken them.

Manus: (Disconcerted.) It was to show you a

good trick, how to make them sit up on the narrow

end.

Princess: That is an old trick in the world.

Manus: Every trick is an old one, but with

a change of players, a change of dress, it comes

out as new as before. Princess (speaks low), I

have a message to give you and a pardon to ask.

Princess: Give me out the message.

Manus: Take courage and keep courage through

this day. Do not let your heart fail. There is

help beside you.

Princess: It has been a troublesome day indeed.

But there is a worse one and a great danger before

me in the far away.

Manus: That danger will come to-day, the

message said in the dream. Princess, I have a

pardon to ask you. I have been playing vanities.

I think I have wronged you doing this. It was

surely through no want of respect.

Gatekeeper: (Coming in.) There is word come

from Ballyvelehan there is a coach and horses

facing for this place over from Oughtmana.

Queen: Who would that be?

Gatekeeper: Up on the hill a woman was, brought

word it must be some high gentleman. She could

see all colours in the coach, and flowers on the

horse's heads.

Goes out.)

Dall Glic: That is good hearing. I was in

dread some man we would have no welcome for

would be the first to come in this day.

Queen: Not a fear of it. I had orders given

to the Gateman who he would and would not

keep out. I did that the very minute after the

King making his proclamation and his law.

King: Pup, pup. You need not be drawing

that down.

Queen: It is well you have myself to care you

and to turn all to good. I gave orders to the

Gateman, I say, no one to be let in to the door

unless carriage company, no other ones, even if they

should wipe their feet upon the mat. I notched

that in his mind, telling him the King was after

promising the Princess Nu in marriage to the first

man that would come into the house.

Manus: The King gave out that word?

Queen: I am after saying that he did.

Dall Glic: Come along, lad. Don't be putting

ears on yourself.

Manus: I ask the King did he give out that

promise as the Queen says?

King: I have but a poor memory.

Nurse: The King did say it within the hour,

and swore to it by the oath of his people, taking

contracts of the sun and moon of the air!

Dall Glic: What is it to you if he did? Come

on, now.

Manus: No. This is a matter that concerns

myself.

Queen: How do you make that out?

Manus: You, that called me in, know well that

I was the first to come into the house.

Queen: Ha, ha! You have the impudence! It

is a man the King said. He was not talking about

cooks.

Manus: (To the King.) I am before you as a

serving lad, and you are a King in Ireland. Because

you are a King and I your hired servant you will not

refuse me justice. You gave your word.

King: If I did it was in haste and in vexation,

and striving to save her from destruction.

Manus: I call you to keep to your word and

to give your daughter to no other one.

Queen: Speak out now, Dall Glic, and give

your opinion and your advice.

Dall Glic: I would say that this lad going away

would be no great loss.

Manus: I did not ask such a thing, but as it

has come to me I will hold to my right.

Queen: It would be right to throw him to the

hounds in the kennel!

Manus: (To King.) I leave it to the judgment

of your blind wise man.

Queen: (To Dall Glic.) Take care would you

offend myself or the King!

Manus: I put it on you to split justice as it

is measured outside the world.

Dall Glic: It is hard for me to speak. He

has laid it hard on me. My good eye may go

asleep, but my blind eye never sleeps. In the

place where it is waking, an honourable man, king

or beggar, is held to his word.

King: Is it that I must give my daughter to

a lad that owns neither clod nor furrow? Whose

estate is but a shovel for the ashes and a tongs for

the red coals.

Queen: It is likely he is urged by the sting of

greed—it is but riches he is looking for.

King: I will not begrudge him his own asking

of silver and of gold!

Manus: Throw it out to the beggars on the

road! I would not take a copper half-penny!

I'll take nothing but what has come to me from

your own word!

(King bows his head.)

Princess: (Coming forward.) Then this battle

is not between you and an old king that is feeble,

but between yourself and myself.

Manus: I am sorry, Princess, if it must be a

battle.

Princess: You can never bring me away against

my will.

Manus: I said no word of doing that.

Princess: You think, so, I will go with you of

myself? The day I will do that will be the day

you empty the ocean!

Manus: I will not wait longer than to-day.

Princess: Many a man waited seven years for

a king's daughter!

Manus: And another seven—and seven generations

of hags. But that is not my nature.

I will not kneel to any woman, high or low, or

crave kindness that she cannot give.

Princess: Then I can go free!

Manus: For this day I take you in my charge.

I cross and claim you to myself, unless a better

man will come.

Princess: I would think it easier to find a better

man than one that would be worse to me!

Manus: If one should come that you think

to be a better man, I will give you your own way.

Princess: It is you being in the world at all

that is my grief.

Manus: Time makes all things clear. You

did not go far out in the world yet, my poor little

Princess.

Princess: I would be well pleased to drive

you out through the same world!

Manus: With or without your goodwill, I

will not go out of this place till I have carried out

the business I came to do.

Dall Glic: Is it the falling of hailstones I hear

or the rumbling of thunder, or is it the trots of

horses upon the road?

Queen: (Looking out.) It is the big man that

is coming—Prince or Lord or whoever he may be.

(To Dall Glic.) Go now to the door to welcome

him. This is some man worth while. (To Manus.)

Let you get out of this.

Manus: No, whoever he is I'll stop and face

him. Let him know we are players in the one game!

King: And what sort of a fool will you make

of me, to have given in to take the like of you for

a son-in-law? They will be putting ridicule on me

in the songs.

Queen: If he must stop here we might put

some face on him.... If I had but a decent

suit.... Give me your cloak, Dall Glic. (He

gives it.) Here now ... (To Manus.) Put this

around you.... (Manus takes it awkwardly.) It

will cover up your kitchen suit.

Manus: Is it this way?

Queen: You have no right handling of it—

stupid clown! This way!

Manus: (Flinging it off.) No, I'll change no

more suits! It is time for me to stop fooling and

give you what you did not ask yet, my name. I

will tell out all the truth.

Gatekeeper: (At door.) The King of Sorcha!

(Taig comes in.)

King and Queen: The King of Sorcha! (They

rush forward to greet him.)

Nurse: (To Manus.) Did ever anyone hear

the like!

Manus: It seems as if there will be a judgment

between the man and the clothes!

Queen: (To Taig.) There is someone here that

you know, King. This young man is giving out

that he was your cook.

Taig: He was not. I never laid an eye on him

till this minute.

Queen: I was sure he was nothing but a liar

when he said he would tell the truth! Now, King,

will you turn him out the door?

King: And what about the great dinner he has

me promised?

Manus: Be easy King. Whether or no you

keep your word to me I'll hold to mine! (Blows

whistle.) In with the dishes! Take your places!

Let the music play out!

(Music plays, the strange men wheel in tables

and dishes.)

CURTAIN

ACT III

ACT III

Scene: Same. Table cleared of all but vessels of

fruit, cocoa-nuts, etc. Queen and Taig sitting

in front, Nurse and Dall Glic standing in background.

Queen: Now, King, the dinner being at an end,

and the music, we have time and quiet to be

talking.

Taig: It is with the King's daughter I am come

to talk.

Queen: Go, Dall Glic, call the Princess. She

will be here on the minute, but it is best for you

to tell me out if it is to ask her in marriage you

are come.

Taig: It is so, where I was after being told

she would be given as a wife to the first man that

would come into the house.

Queen: And who in the world wide gave that

out?

Taig: It was the Gateman said it to a hawker

bringing lobsters from the strand, and that got no

leave to cross the threshold by reason of the oath

given out by the King. The half of the kingdom

she will get, they were telling me, and the king

living, and the whole of it after he will be dead.

Nurse: There did another come in before you.

Let me tell you that much!

Taig: There did not. The lobster man that

set a watch upon the door.

Queen: A great honour you did us coming

asking for her, and you being King of Sorcha!

Taig: Look at my ring and my crown. They

will bear witness that I am. And my kind coat of

cotton and my golden shirt! And under that

again there's a stiff pocket. (Slaps it.) Is there

e'er a looking-glass in any place? (Gets up.)

Dall Glic: There is the shining silver basin of

the swans in the garden without.

Taig: That will do. I would wish to look

tasty when I come looking for a lady of a wife.

(He and Dall Glic go outside window but in sight.)

(Princess comes in very proud and sad.)

Queen: You should be proud this day, Nuala,

and so grand a man coming asking you in marriage

as the King of Sorcha.

Nurse: Grand, indeed! As grand as hands and

pins can make him.

Princess: Are you not satisfied to have urged

me to one man and promised me to another since

sunrise?

Queen: What way could I know there was

this match on the way, and a better match beyond

measure? This is no black stranger going the

road, but a man having a copper crown over his

gateway and a silver crown over his palace door!

I tell you he has means to hang a pearl of gold

upon every rib of your hair! There is no one

ahead of him in all Ireland, with his chain and his

ring and his suit of the dearest silk!

Princess: If it was a suit I was to wed with he

might do well enough.

Queen: Equal in blood to ourselves! Brought

up to good behaviour and courage and mannerly ways.

Princess: In my opinion he is not.

Queen: You are talking foolishness. A King

of Sorcha must be mannerly, seeing it is he himself

sets the tune for manners.

Princess: He gave out a laugh when old Michelin

slipped on the threshold. He kicked at the dog

under the table that came looking for bones.

Queen: I tell you what might be ugly behaviour

in a common man is suitable and right in a king.

But you are so hard to please and so pettish, I am

seven times tired of yourself and your ways.

Princess: If no one could force me to give in

to the man that made a claim to me to-day, according

to my father's bond, that bond is there yet to

protect me from any other one.

Queen: Leave me alone! Myself and the

Dall Glic will take means to rid you of that lad

from the oven. I'll send in now to you the King

of Sorcha. Let you show civility to him, and the

wedding day will be to-morrow.

Princess: I will not see him, I will have nothing

to do with him; I tell you if he had the rents of

the whole world I would not go with him by day

or by night, on foot or on horseback, in light or in

darkness, in company or alone!

(Queen has gone while she cries this out.)

Nurse: The luck of the seven Saturdays on

himself and on the Queen!

Princess: Oh, Muime, do not let him come

near me! Have you no way to help me?

Nurse: It's myself that could help you if I

was not under bonds not to speak!

Princess: What is it you know? Why won't

you say one word?

Nurse: He put me under spells.... There

now, my tongue turned with the word to be dumb.

Taig: (At the window.) Not a fear of me,

Queen. It won't be long till I bring the Princess

around.

Princess: I will not stay! Keep him here till

I will hide myself out of sight! (Goes.)

Taig: (Coming in.) They told me the Princess

was in it.

Nurse: She has good sense, she is in some other

place.

Taig: (Sitting down.) Go call her to me.

Nurse: Who is it I will call her for?

Taig: For myself. You know who I am.

Nurse: My grief that I do not!

Taig: I am the King of Sorcha.

Nurse: If you say that lie again there will blisters

rise up on your face.

Taig: Take care what you are saying, you

hag!

Nurse: I know well what I am saying. I have

good judgment between the noble and the mean

blood of the world.

Taig: The Kings of Sorcha have high, noble

blood.

Nurse: If they have, there is not so much of

it in you as would redden a rib of scutch-grass.

Taig: You are crazed with folly and age.

Nurse: No, but I have my wits good enough.

You ought to be as slippery as a living eel, I'll

get satisfaction on you yet! I'll show out who

you are!

Taig: Who am I so?

Nurse: That is what I have to get knowledge

of, if I must ask it at the mouth of cold hell!

Taig: Do your best! I dare you!

Nurse: I will save my darling from you as sure

as there's rocks on the strand! A girl that refused

sons of the kings of the world!

Taig: And I will drag your darling from you

as sure as there's foxes in Oughtmana!

Nurse: Oughtmana ...Is that now your living

place?

Taig: It is not.... I told you I came from

the far-off kingdom of Sorcha. Look at my cloak

that has on it the sign of the risen sun!

Nurse: Cloaks and suits and fringes. You have

a great deal of talk of them.... Have you e'er a

needle around you, or a shears?

Taig: (His hand goes to breast of coat, but he

withdraws it quickly.) Here ...no ...What

are you talking about? I know nothing at all of

such things.

Nurse: In my opinion you do. Hearken now.

I know where is the real King of Sorcha!

Taig: Bring him before me now till I'll down

him!

Nurse: Say that the time you will come face

to face with him! Well, I'm under bonds to tell

out nothing about him, but I have liberty to make

known all I will find out about yourself.

Taig: Hurry on so. Little I care when once

I'm wed with the King's daughter!

Nurse: That will never be!

Taig: The Queen is befriending me and in

dread of losing me. I will threaten her if there

is any delay I'll go look for another girl of a

wife.

Nurse: I will make no delay. I'll have my

story and my testimony before the white dawn

of the morrow.

Taig: Do so and welcome! Before the yellow

light of this evening I'll be the King's son-in-law!

Bring your news, then, and little thanks you'll

get for it! The King and Queen must keep up

my name then for their own credit's sake. (Makes

a face at her as King comes in with Dall Glic, and

servants with cushions. Nurse goes out, shaking her

fist.) (Rises.) I was just asking to see you, King,

to say there is a hurry on me....

King: (Sitting down on window seat while Servant

arranges cushions about him.) Keep your business

a while. It's a poor thing to be going through

business the very minute the dinner is ended.

Taig: I wouldn't but that it is pressing.

King: Go now to the Queen, in her parlour,

and be chatting and whistling to the birds. I give

you my word since I rose up from the table I am

going here and there, up and down, craving and

striving to find a place where I'll get leave to lay

my head on the cushions for one little minute.

(Taig goes reluctantly.)

Dall Glic: (Taking cushions from servants.) Let

you go now and leave the King to his rest.

(They go out.)

King: I don't know in the world why anyone

would consent to be a king, and never to be left

to himself, but to be worried and wearied and

interfered with from dark to daybreak and from

morning to the fall of night.

Dall Glic: I will be going out now. I have

but one word only to say....

King: Let it be a short word! I would be

better pleased to hear the sound of breezes in

the sycamores, and the humming of bees in the

hive and the crooning and sleepy sounds of the

sea!

Dall Glic: There is one thing only could cause

me to annoy you.

King: It should be a queer big thing that

wouldn't wait till I have my rest taken.

Dall Glic: So it is a big matter, and a weighty

one.

King: Not to be left in quiet and all I am after

using! Food that was easy to eat! Drink that

was easy to drink! That's the dinner that was

a dinner. That cook now is a wonder!

Dall Glic: That is now the very one I am wishful

to speak about.

King: I give you my word, I'd sooner have

one goose dressed by him than seven dressed by

any other one!

Dall Glic: The Queen that was urging me for

to put my mind to make out some way to get quit

of him.

King: Isn't it a hard thing the very minute

I find a lad can dress a dinner to my liking, I must

be made an attack on to get quit of him?

Dall Glic: It is on the head of the Princess Nu.

King: Tell me this, Dall Glic. Supposing, now,

he was ...in spite of me ...to wed with her

...against my will ...and it might be unknownst

to me.

Dall Glic: Such a thing must not happen.

King: To be sure, it must not happen. Why

would it happen? But supposing—I only said

supposing it did. Would you say would that

lad grow too high in himself to go into the kitchen

...it might be only an odd time ...to oblige

me ...and dress a dinner the same as he did

to-day?

Dall Glic: I am sure and certain that he would

not. It is the way, it is, with the common sort,

the lower orders. He'd be wishful to sit on a chair

at his ease and to leave his hand idle till he'd grow

to be bulky and wishful for sleep.

King: That is a pity, a great pity, and a great

loss to the world. A big misfortune he to have

got it in his head to take a liking to the girl. I

tell you he was a great lad behind the saucepans!

Dall Glic: Since he did get it in his head, it is

what we have to do now, to make an end of

him.

King: To gaol him now, and settle up ovens

and spits and all sorts in the cell, wouldn't he,

to shorten the day, be apt to start cooking?

Dall Glic: In my belief he will do nothing at

all, but to hold you to the promise you made,

and to force you to send away the King of Sorcha.

King: To have the misfortune of a cook for

a son-in-law, and without the good luck of profiting

by what he can do in his trade! That is a hard thing

for a father to put up with, let alone a king!

Dall Glic: If you will but listen to the advice

I have to give....

King: I know it without you telling me. You

are asking me to make away with the lad! And

who knows but the girl might turn on me after,

women are so queer, and say I had a right to have

asked leave from herself?

Dall Glic: There will no one suspect you of

doing it, and you to take my plan. Bid them

heat the big oven outside on the lawn that is for

roasting a bullock in its full bulk.

King: Don't be talking of roasted meat! I

think I can eat no more for a twelvemonth!

Dall Glic: There will be nothing roasted that

any person will have occasion to eat. When the

oven door will be open, give orders to your bullies

and your foot-soldiers to give a tip to him that

will push him in. When evening comes, news will

go out that he left the meat to burn and made off

on his rambles, and no more about him.

King: What way can I send orders when I'm

near crazed in my wits with the want of rest. A

little minute of sleep might soothe and settle my

brain.

(Lies down.)

Dall Glic: The least little word to give leave

...or a sign ...such as to nod the head.

King: I give you my word, my head is tired

nodding! Be off now and close the door after

you and give out that anyone that comes to this

side of the house at all in the next half-hour, his

neck will be on the block before morning!

Dall Glic: (Hurriedly.) I'm going! I'm

going.

(Goes.)

King: (Locking door and drawing window curtains.)

That you may never come back till I ask you!

(Lies down and settles himself on pillows.) I'll be

lying here in my lone listening to the pigeons

seeking their meal. "Coo-coo," they're saying,

"Coo-coo."

(Closes eyes.)

Nurse: (At door.) Who is it locked the door?

(Shakes it.) Who is it is in it? What is going on

within? Is it that some bad work is after being

done in this place? Hi! Hi! Hi!

King: (Sitting up.) Get away out of that,

you torment of a nurse! Be off before I'll have

the life of you!

Nurse: The Lord be praised, it is the King's

own voice! There's time yet!

King: There's time, is there? There's time

for everyone to give out their chat and their gab,

and to do their business and take their ease and have

a comfortable life, only the King! The beasts

of the field have leave to lay themselves down in the

meadow and to stretch their limbs on the green

grass in the heat of the day, without being pestered

and plagued and tormented and called to and

wakened and worried, till a man is no less than

wore out!

Nurse: Up or down, I'll say what I have to

say, if it cost me my life. It is that I have to tell

you of a plot that is made and a plan!

King: I won't listen! I heard enough of

plots and plans within the last three minutes!

Nurse: You didn't hear this one. No one knows

of it only myself.

King: I was told it by the Dall Glic.

Nurse: You were not! I am only after making

it out on the moment!

King: A plot against the lad of the saucepans?

Nurse: That's it! That's it! Open now the door!

King: (Putting a cushion over each ear and

settling himself to sleep.) Tell away and welcome!

(Shuts eyes.)

Nurse: That's right! You're listening. Give

heed now. That schemer came a while ago letting

on to be the King of Sorcha is no such thing! What

do you say?...Maybe you knew it before?

I wonder the Dall Glic not to have seen that for

himself with his one eye.... Maybe you don't

believe it? Well, I'll tell it out and prove it.

I have got sure word by running messenger that

came cross-cutting over the ridge of the hill....

That carrion that came in a coach, pressing to bring

away the Princess before nightfall, giving himself

out to be some great one, is no other than Taig the

Tailor, that should be called Taig the Twister,

down from his mother's house from Oughtmana,

that stole grand clothes which were left in the

mother's charge, he being out at the time cutting

cloth and shaping lies, and has himself dressed out

in them the way you'd take him to be King! (King

has slumbered peacefully all through.) Now, what

do you say? Now, will you open the door?

Queen: (Outside.) What call have you to

shouting and disturbing the King?

Nurse: I have good right and good reason to

disturb him!

Queen: Go away and let me open the door.

Nurse: I will go and welcome now; I have

told out my whole story to the King.

Queen: (Shaking door.) Open the door, my

dear! It is I myself that is here! (King looks

up, listens, shakes his head and sinks back.) Are

you there at all, or what is it ails you?

Nurse: He is there, and is after conversing

with myself.

Queen: (Shaking again.) Let me in, my dear

King! Open! Open! Open! unless that the

falling sickness is come upon you, or that you are

maybe lying dead upon the floor!

Nurse: Not a dead in the world.

Queen: Go, Nurse, I tell you, bring the smith

from the anvil till he will break asunder the lock

of the door!

(King annoyed, waddles to door and opens it

suddenly. Queen stumbles in.)

King: What at all has taken place that you

come bawling and calling and disturbing my rest?

Queen: Oh! Are you sound and well? I was

in dread there did something come upon you,

when you gave no answer at all.

King: Am I bound to answer every call and

clamour the same as a hall-porter at the door?

Queen: It is business that cannot wait. Here

now is a request I have written to the bully of

the King of Alban, bidding him to strike the head

off whatever man will put the letter in his hand.

Write your name and sign to it, in three royal words.

King: I wouldn't sign a letter out of my right

hour if it was to make the rivers run gold. There

is nothing comes of signing letters but more trouble

in the end.

Queen: Give me, so, to bind it a drop of your

own blood as a token and a seal. You will not

refuse, and I telling you the messenger will go

with it, and that will lose his head through it, is no

less than that troublesome cook!

King: (With a roar.) Anyone to say that word

again I will not leave a head on any neck in the

kingdom! I declare on my oath it would be

best for me to take the world for my pillow and

put that lad upon the throne!

(Queen goes back frightened to door.)

Gateman: (Coming in.) There is a man coming

in that will take no denial. It is Fintan the

Astrologer.

(Fintan enters with Dall Glic, Nurse, Princess,

Taig, Manus and Prince of the Marshes

crowding after him.)

King: Another disturbance! The whole world

would seem to be on the move!

Queen: Fintan! What brings him here again?

Fintan: A great deceit? A terrible deception!

King: What at all is it?

Fintan: Long and all as I'm in the world, such

a thing never happened in my lifetime!

Queen: What is it has happened?

Fintan: It is not any fault of myself or any

miscounting of my own! I am certain sure of

that much. Is it that the stars of heaven are

gone astray, they that are all one with a clock—

unless it might be on a stormy night when they

are wild-looking around the moon.

King: Go on with your story and stop your

raving.

Fintan: The first time ever I came to this place

I made a prophecy.

Dall Glic: You did, about the child was in the

cradle.

Fintan: And that was but new in the world.

It is what I said, that she was born under a certain

star, and that in a score of years all but two,

whatever acting was going on in that star at the

time she was born, she would get her crosses in the

same way.

Dall Glic: The cross you foretold to her was

to be ate by a Dragon. You laid down it would

come upon a twelvemonth from this very day.

Fintan: That's it. That was according to

my reckoning. There was no mistake in that.

And I thought better of the Seven Stars than

they to make a fool of me, after all the respect

I had showed them, giving my life to watching

themselves and the plans they have laid down

for men and for mortals.

King: It seems as if I myself was the best prophet

and that there is no Dragon at all.

Fintan: What a bad opinion you have of me

that I would be so far out as that! It would be

a deception and a disappointment out of measure,

there to come no Dragon, and I after foretelling

and prophesying him.

King: Troth, it would be no disappointment

at all to ourselves.

Fintan: It would be better, I tell you, a score

of king's daughters to be ate and devoured, than

the high stars in their courses to be proved wrong.

But it must be right, it surely must be right. I

gave the prophecy according to her birth hour,

that was one hour before the falling back of the sun.

Dall Glic: It was not, but an hour before the

rising of the sun.

Fintan: Not at all! It was the Nurse herself

told me it was at evening she was born.

Queen: There is the Nurse now. Let you ask

her account.

Fintan: (To Nurse.) It was yourself laid down

it was evening!

Nurse: Sure I wasn't in the place at all till

Samhuin time, when she was near three months

in the world.

Fintan: Then it was some other hag the very

spit of you! I wish she didn't tell a lie.

Nurse: Sure that one was banished out of this

on the head of telling lies. An hour ere sunrise,

and before the crowing of the cocks. The Dall

Glic will tell you that much.

Dall Glic: That is so. I have it marked upon

the genealogies in the chest.

Fintan: That is great news! It was a heavy

wrong was done me! It had me greatly upset.

Twelve hours out in laying down the birth-time!

That clears the character of myself and

of the carwheel of the stars. I knew I could

make no mistake in my office and in my

billet!

King: Will you stop praising yourself and give

out some sense?

Fintan: Knowledge is surely the greatest thing

in the world! And truth! Twelve hours with

the planets is equal to twelve months on earth.

I am well satisfied now.

Queen: So the Dragon is not coming, and the

girl is in no danger at all?

Fintan: Not coming! Heaven help your poor

head! Didn't I get word within the last half-hour

he is after leaving his den in the Kingdoms of the

Cold, and is at this minute ploughing his way to

Ireland, the same as I foretold him, but that I

made a miscount of a year?

Nurse: (Putting her arm round Princess.) Och!

do not listen or give heed to him at all!

Queen: When is he coming so?

Fintan: Amn't I tired telling you this day

in the place of this day twelvemonth. But as to

the minute, there's too much lies in this place

for me to be rightly sure.

King: The curse of the seven elements upon

him!

Fintan: Little he'll care for your cursing. The

whole world wouldn't stop him coming to your

own grand gate.

Princess: (Coming forward.) Then I am to die

to-night?

Fintan: You are, without he will be turned

back by someone having a stronger star than your

own, and I know of no star is better, unless it might

be the sun.

Queen: If you had minded me, and given in

to ring the wedding bells, you would be safe out

of this before now.

Fintan: That Dragon not to find her before

him, he will ravage and destroy the whole district

with the poisonous spittle of his jaw, till the want

will be so great the father will disown his son and

will not let him in the door. Well, good-bye to ye!

Ye'll maybe believe me to have foreknowledge

another time, and I proved to be right. I have

knocked great comfort out of that!

(Goes.)

King: Oh, my poor child! My poor little

Nu! I thought it never would come to pass, I

to be sending you to the slaughter. And I too

bulky to go out and face him, having led an easy life!

Princess: Do not be fretting.

King: The world is gone to and fro! I'll

never ask satisfaction again either in bed or board,

but to be wasting away with watercresses and rising

up of a morning before the sun rises in Babylon!

(Weeps.) Oh, we might make out a way to baffle

him yet! Is there no meal will serve him only

flesh and blood? Try him with Grecian wine,

and with what was left of the big dinner a while ago!

Gateman: (Coming in.) There is some strange

thing in the ocean from Aran out. At first it was

but like a bird's shadow on the sea, and now you

would nearly say it to be the big island would have

left its moorings, and it steering its course towards

Aughanish!

Dall Glic: I'm in dread it should be the Dragon

that has cleared the ocean at a leap!

King: (Holding Princess.) I will not give you

up! Let him devour myself along with you!

Dull Glic: (To Princess.) It is best for me

to put you in a hiding-hole under the ground,

that has seven locked doors and seven locks on

the farthest door. It might fail him to make

you out.

Nurse: Oh, it would be hard for her to go

where she cannot hear the voice of a friend or

see the light of day!

Princess: Would you wish me to save myself

and let all the district perish? You heard what

Fintan said. It is not right for destruction to be

put on a whole province, and the women and the

children that I know.

Queen: There is maybe time yet for you to

wed.

Princess: So long as I am living I have a choice.

I will not be saved in that way. It is alone I will

be in my death.

Manus: (Coming to King.) I am going out

from you, King. I might not be coming in to

you again. I would wish to set you free from

the promise you made me a while ago, and the bond.

King: What does it signify now? What does

anything signify, and the world turning here and

there!

Manus: And another thing. I would wish to

ask pardon of the King's daughter. I ought not

to have laid any claim to her, being a stranger in

this place and without treasure or attendance.

And yet ...and yet ...(stoops and kisses hem

of her dress), she was dear to me. It is a man who

never may look on her again is saying that.

(Turns to door.)

Taig: He is going to run from the Dragon!

It is kind father for a scullion to be timid!

Queen: It is in his blood. He is maybe not

to blame for what is according to his nature.

Manus: That is so. I am doing what is according

to my nature.

(Goes, Nurse goes after him.)

Queen: (To Dall Glic.) Go throw a dishcloth

after him that the little lads may be mocking him

along the road!

Dall Glic: I will not. I have meddled enough

at your bidding. I am done with living under

dread. Let you blind me entirely! I am free

of you. It might be best for me the two eyes to

be withered, and I seeing nothing but the ever-living

laws!

Prince of Marshes: (Coming to Princess.) It is

my grief that with all the teachers I had there was

not one to learn me the handling of weapons or

of arms. But for all that I will not run away,

but will strive to strike one blow in your defence

against that wicked beast.

Princess: It is a good friend that would rid

us of him. But it grieves me that you should

go into such danger.

Prince of Marshes: (To Dall Glic.) Give me

some sword or casting spears.

(Dall Glic gives him spears.)

Princess: I am sorry I made fun of you a while

ago. I think you are a good kind man.

Prince of Marshes; (Kissing her hand.) Having

that word of praise I will bring a good heart into

the fight.

(Goes.)

(Taig is slipping out after him.)

Queen: See now the King of Sorcha slipping

away into the fight. Stop here now! (Pulls him

back.) You have a life that is precious to many

besides yourself. Do not go without being well

armed—and with a troop of good fighting men

at your back.

Taig: I am greatly obliged to you. I think

I'll be best with myself.

Queen: You have no suit or armour upon you.

Taig: That is what I was thinking.

Queen: Here anyway is a sword.

Taig: (Taking it.) That's a nice belt now.

Well worked, silver thread and gold.

Queen: The King's own guard will go out with

you.

Taig: I wouldn't ask one of them! What

would you think of me wanting help! A Dragon!

Little I'd think of him. I'll knock the life out of

him. I'll give him cruelty!

Queen: You have great courage indeed!

Taig: I'll cut him crossways and lengthways

the same as a yard of frieze! I'll make garters of

his body! I'll smooth him with a smoothing iron!

Not a fear of me! I never lost a bet yet that I

wasn't able to pay it!

Gateman: (As he rushes in, Taig slips away.)

The Dragon! The Dragon! I seen it coming and

its mouth open and a fiery flame from it! And

nine miles of the sea is dry with all it drank of it!

The whole country is gathering the same as of a

fair day for to see him devour the Princess.

(Princess trembles and sinks into a chair.

King, Queen and Dall Glic look from

window. They turn to her as they

speak.)

Queen: There is a terrible splashing in the sea!

It is like as if the Dragon's tail had beaten it into

suds of soap!

Dall Glic: He is near as big as a whale!

King: He is, and bigger!

Queen: I see him! I see him! He would seem

to have seven heads!

Dall Glic: I see but one.

Queen: You would see more if you had your

two eyes! He has six heads at the least!

King: He has but one. He is twisting and

turning it around.

Dall Glic: He is coming up towards the flaggy

shore!

King: I hear him! He is snoring like a flock

of pigs!

Queen: He is rearing his head in the air! He

has teeth as long as a tongs!

Doll Glic: No, but his tail he is rearing up!

It would take a ladder forty feet long to get to

the tip of it!

Queen: There is the King of Sorcha going out

the gate for to make an end of him.

Dall Glic: So he is, too. That is great bravery.

King: He is going to one side. He is come

to a stop.

Dall Glic: It seems to me he is ready to fall in

his standing. He is gone into a little thicket of

furze. He is not coming out, but is lying crouched

up in it the same as a hare in a tuft. I can see his

shoulders narrowed up.

Queen: He maybe got a weakness.

King: He did, maybe, of courage. Shaking

and shivering, he is like a hen in thunder. In my

opinion, he is hiding from the fight.

Queen: There is the Prince of the Marshes

going out now, and his coach after him! And

his two aunts sitting in it and screeching to him

not to run into danger!

King: He will not do much. He has not pith

or power to handle arms. That sort brings a bad

name on kings.

Dall Glic: He is gone away from the coach.

He is facing to the flaggy shore!

Queen: Oh, the Dragon has put up his head

and is spitting at him!

King: He has cast a spear into its jaw! Good man!

(Princess goes over to window.)

Dall Glic: He is casting another! His hand

shook ...it did not go straight. He is gone

on again! He has cast another spear! It should

hit the beast ...it let a roar!

Princess: Good little Prince! What way is

the battle now?

Dall Glic: It will kill him with its fiery breath!

He is running now ...he is stumbling ...the

Dragon is after him! He is up again! The two

Aunts have pushed him into the coach and have

closed the iron door.

King: It will fail the beast to swallow him coach

and all. It is gone back to refresh itself in the sea.

You can hear it puffing and plunging!

Queen: There is nothing to stop it now. (To

Princess.) If you have e'er a prayer, now is the

time to say it.

Dall Glic: Stop a minute ...there is another

champion going out.

King: A man wearing a saffron suit ...who

is he at all? He has the look of one used to giving

orders.

Princess: (Looking out.) Oh! he is but going

to his death. It would be better for me to throw

myself into the tide and make an end of it.

(Is rushing to door.)

King: (Holding her.) He is drawing his sword.

Himself and the Dragon are thrusting at one

another on the flags!

Princess: Oh, close the curtains! Shut out the

sound of the battle.

(Dall Glic closes curtains.)

King: Strike up now a tune of music that will

deafen the sound!

(Orchestra plays. Princess is kneeling by

King. Music changes from discord to

victory. Two Aunts and Gateman rush

in. Noise of cheering heard without as

the Gateman silences music.)

Gateman: Great news and wonderful news and

a great story!

First Aunt: The fight is ended!

Second Aunt: The Dragon is brought to his

last goal!

Gateman: That young fighting man that has

him flogged! Made at him like a wave breaking

on the strand! They crashed at one another like

two days of judgment! Like the battle of the

cold with the heat!

First Aunt: You'd say he was going through

dragons all his life!

Second Aunt: It can hardly put a stir out of

itself!

Gateman: That champion has it baffled and

mastered! It is after being chased over seven

acres of ground!

First Aunt: Drove it to its knees on the flaggy

shore and made an end of it!

King: God bless that man to-day and to-morrow!

Second Aunt: He has put it in a way it will eat

no more kings' daughters!

Princess: And the stranger that mastered it—

is he safe?

First Aunt: What signifies if he is or is not, so

long as we have our own young prince to bring

home!

Gatekeeper: He is not safe. No sooner had he

the beast killed and conquered than he fell dead,

and the life went out of him.

Princess: Oh, that is not right! He to be dead

and I living after him!

King: He was surely noble and high-blooded.

There are some that will be sorry for his death.

Princess: And who should be more sorry than

I myself am sorry? Who should keen him unless

myself? There is a man that gave his life for me,

and he young and all his days before him and shut

his eyes on the white world for my sake!

Queen: Indeed he was a man you might have

been content to wed with, hard and all as you are

to please.

Princess: I never will wed with any man so

long as my life will last, that was bought for me

with a life was more worthy by far than my own!

He is gone out of my reach; let him wait for me

to give him my thanks on the other side. Bring

me now his sword and his shield till I will put

them before me and cry my eyes down with grief!

Gateman: Here is his cap for you, anyway, and

his cleaver and his bunch of skivers. For the

champion you are crying was no other than that

lad of a cook!

Queen: That is not true! It is not possible!

Gateman: Sure I seen him myself going out the

gate a while ago. He put off his cook's apparel

and threw it along with these behind the turfstack. I

gathered them up presently and I coming in the door.

King: The world is gone beyond me entirely!

But what I was saying all through, there was

something beyond the common in that boy!

Queen: (To Princess, who is clinging to chair.)

Let you be comforted now, knowing he cannot

come back to lay claim to you in marriage, as it

is likely he would, and he living.

Princess: It is he saved me after my unkindness!...

Oh, I am ashamed ...ashamed!

Queen: It is a queer thing a king's daughter

to be crying after a man used to twisting the spit

in place of weapons, and over skivers in the place

of a sword!

Princess: (Gropes and totters.) What has happened?

There is something gone astray! I have

no respect for myself.... I cannot live! I am

ashamed. Where is Nurse? Muime! Come to

me, Muime!...My grief! The man that died

for me, whether he is of the noble or the simple

of the world, it is to him I have given the love of

my soul!

(Dall Glic supports her and lays her on

window seat.)

Nurse: (Rushing in.) What is it, honey?

What at all are they after doing to you?

Queen: Throw over her a skillet of water. She

is gone into a faint.

Dall Glic: (Who is bending over her.) She is

in no faint. She is gone out.

Nurse: Oh, my child and my darling! What

call had I to leave you among them at all?

King: Raise her up. It is impossible she can

be gone.

Dall Glic: Gone out and spent, as sudden as

a candle in a blast of wind.

King: Who would think grief would do away

with her so sudden, there to be seven of the like

of him dead?

Nurse: (Rises.) What did you do to her at all,

at all? Or was it through the fright and terror

of the beast?

Queen: She died of the heartbreak, being told

that the strange champion that had put down the

Dragon was killed dead.

Nurse: Killed, is it? Who now put that lie

out of his mouth? (Shouts in her ear.) What

would ail him to be dead? It is myself can tell

you the true story. No man in Ireland ever was

half as good as him! It was himself mastered the

beast and dragged the heart out of him and forced

down a squirrel's heart in its place, and slapped a

bridle on him. And he himself did but stagger

and go to his knees in the heat and drunkenness

of the battle, and rose up after as good as ever he

was! It is out putting ointments on him that I

was up to this, and healing up his cuts and wounds!

Oh, what ails you, honey, that you will not waken?

Queen: She thought it to be a champion and a

high up man that had died for her sake. It is

what broke her down in the latter end, hearing

him to be no big man at all, but a clown!

Nurse: Oh, my darling! And I not here to

tell you! You are a motherless child, and the

curse of your mother will be on me! It was no

clown fought for you, but a king, having generations

of kings behind him, the young King of Sorcha,

Manus, son of Solas son of Lugh.

King: I would believe that now sooner than

many a thing I would hear.

Nurse: (Keening.) Oh, my child, and my

share! I thought it was you would be closing my

eyes, and now I am closing your own! You to

be brought away in your young youth! Your hand

that was whiter than the snow of one night, and

the colour of the foxglove on your cheek.

(A great shouting outside and burst of music.

A march played. Manus comes in, followed

by Fintan and Prince of the Marshes.

Shouts and music continue. He leads the

Dragon by a bridle. The others are in

front of Princess, huddled from Dragon.

Queen gets up on a chair.)

Manus: Where is the Princess Nu? I have

brought this beast to bow itself at her feet.

(All are silent. Manus flings bridle to

Fintan's hand. Dragon backs out. All

go aside from Princess.)

Nurse: She is here dead before you.

Manus: That cannot be! She was well and

living half an hour ago.

Nurse: (Rises.) Oh, if she could but waken

and hear your voice! She died with the fret of

losing you, that is heaven's truth! It is tormented

she was with these giving out you were done away

with, and mocking at your weapons that they laid

down to be the cleaver and the spit, till the heart

broke in her like a nut.

Manus: (Kneeling beside her.) Then it is myself

have brought the death darkness upon you at the

very time I thought to have saved you!

Nurse: There is no blame upon you, but some

that had too much talk!

(Goes on keening.)

Manus: What call had I to come humbugging

and letting on as I did, teasing and tormenting

her, and not coming as a King should that is come

to ask for a Queen! Oh, come back for one minute

only till I will ask your pardon!

Dall Glic: She cannot come to you or answer

you at all for ever.

Manus: Then I myself will go follow you and

will ask for your forgiveness wherever you are gone,

on the Plain of Wonder or in the Many-Coloured

Land! That is all I can do ...to go after you

and tell you it was no want of respect that brought

me in that dress, but hurry and folly and taking

my own way. For it is what I have to say to you,

that I gave you my heart's love, what I never gave

to any other, since first I saw you before me in

my sleep! Here, now, is a short road to reach you!

(Takes sword.)

Prince of Marshes: (Catching his hand.) Go

easy now, go easy.

Manus: Take off your hand! I say I will die

with her!

Prince of Marshes: That will not raise her up

again. But I, now, if I have no skill in killing

beasts or men, have maybe the means of bringing

her back to life.

Nurse: Oh, my blessing on you! What is it

you have at all?

Prince of Marshes: (Taking bag from his Aunt.)

These three leaves from the Tree of Power that

grows by the Well of Healing. Here they are

now for you, tied with a thread of the wool of

the sheep of the Land of Promise. There is power

in them to bring one person only back to life.

First Aunt: Give them back to me! You

have your own life to think of as well as any other

one!

Second Aunt: Do not spend and squander that

cure on any person but yourself!

Prince of Marshes: (Giving the leaves.) And if

I have given her my love that it is likely I will

give to no other woman for ever, indeed and

indeed, I would not ask her or wish her to wed

with a very frightened man, and that is what I

was a while ago. But you yourself have earned her,

being brave.

Manus: (Taking leaves.) I never will forget it

to you. You will be a brave man yet.

Prince of Marshes: Give me in place of it your

sword; for I am going my lone through the world

for a twelvemonth and a day, till I will learn to

fight with my own hand.

(Manus gives him sword. He throws off cloak

and outer coat and fastens it on.)

Nurse: Stand back, now. Let the whole of ye

stand back. (She lays a leaf on the Princess's mouth

and one on each of her hands.) I call on you by

the power of the Seven Belts of the Heavens, of

the Twelve Winds of the World, of the Three

Waters of the Sea!

(Princess stirs slightly.)

King: That is a wonder of wonders! She is stirring!

Manus: Oh, my share of the world! Are you

come back to me?

Princess: It was a hard fight he wrestled with.

...I thought I heard his voice.... Is he come

from danger?

Nurse: He did. Here he is. He that saved

you and that killed the Dragon, and that let on

to be a serving boy, and he no less than one of

the world's kings!

Manus: Here I am, my dear, beside you, to be

your comrade and your company for ever.

Princess: You!...Yes, it is yourself. Forgive

me. I am sorry that I spoke unkindly to you

a while ago; I am ashamed that it failed me to

know you to be a king.

(She stands up, helped by Nurse.)

Manus: It was my own fault and my folly.

What way could you know it? There is nothing

to forgive.

Princess: But ...if I did not recognise you

as a king ...anyway ...the time you dropped

the eggs ...I was nearly certain that you were

no cook!

(They embrace.)

Queen: There now I have everything brought

about very well in the finish!

(A scream at door. Taig rushes in, followed

by Sibby, in country dress. He kneels at

the Queen's feet, holding on to her skirt.)

Sibby: Bad luck and bad cess to you! Torment

and vexation on you! (Seizes him by back of neck

and shakes him.) You dirty little scum and leavings!

You puny shrimp you! You miserable ninth part

of a man!

Queen: Is it King or the Dragon Killer he is

letting on to be yet, or do you know what he is

at all?

Sibby: It's myself knows that, and does know

it! He being Taig the tailor, my own son and

my misfortune, that stole away from me a while

ago, bringing with him the grand clothes of that

young champion (points to Manus) and his gold!

To borrow a team of horses from the plough he

did, and to bring away the magistrate's coach! But

I followed him! I came tracking him on the road!

Put off now those shoes that are too narrow for

you, you red thief, you! For, believe me, you'll

go facing home on shank's mare!

Taig: (Whimpering.) It's a very unkind thing

you to go screeching that out before the King,

that will maybe strike my head off!

Sibby: Did ever you know of anyone making a

quarrel in a whisper? To wed with the King's

daughter, you would? To go vanquish the water-worm,

you would? I'll engage you ran before you

went anear him!

Taig: If I didn't I'd be tore with his claws

and scorched with his fiery breath. It is likely

I'd be going home dead!

Sibby: Strip off now that cloak and that body-coat

and come along with me, or I'll make split

marrow of you! What call have you to a suit

that is worth more than the whole of the County

Mayo? You're tricky and too much tricks in you,

and you were born for tricks! It would be right

you to be turned into the shape of a limping

foxy cat!

Taig: (Weeping as he takes off clothes.) Sure

I thought it no harm to try to go better

myself.

Prince of Marshes: (Giving his cloak and coat.)

Here, I bestow these to you. If you were a while

ago a tailor among kings, from this out you will

be a king among tailors.

Sibby: (Curtseying.) Well, then, my thousand

blessings on you! He'll be as proud as the world

of that. Now, Taig, you'll be as dressed up as the

best of them! Come on now to Oughtmana, as

it is long till you'll quit it.

(They go towards door.)

Dragon: (Putting his head in at window.) Manus,

King of Sorcha, I am starved with the want of food.

Give me a bit to eat.

Fintan: He is not put down! He will devour

the whole of us! I'd sooner face a bullet and

ten guns!

Dragon: It is not mannerly to eat without

being invited. Is it any harm to ask where will

I find a meal will suit me?

Princess: Oh, does he ask to make a meal of

me, after all?

Dragon: I am hungry and dancing with the

hunger! It was you, Manus, stopped me from the

one meal. Let you set before me another.

King: There is reason in that. Drive up now

for him a bullock from the meadow.

Dragon: Manus, it is not bullocks I am craving,

since the time you changed the heart within me

for the heart of a little squirrel of the wood.

Manus: (Taking a cocoa-nut from table.) Here

is a nut from the island of Lanka, that is called

Adam's Paradise. Milk there is in it, and a kernel

as white as snow.

(He throws it out. Dragon is heard crunching.)

Dragon: (Putting head in again.) More! Give

me more of them! Give them out to me by the

dozen and by the score!

Manus: You must go seek them in the east of

the world, where you can gather them in bushels

on the strand.

Dragon: So I will go there! I'll make no delay!

I give you my word, I'd sooner one of them than

to be cracking the skulls of kings' daughters, and

the blood running down my jaws. Blood! Ugh!

It would disgust me! I'm in dread it would cause

vomiting. That and to have the plaits of hair

tickling and tormenting my gullet!

Princess: (Claps hands.) That is good hearing,

and a great change of heart.

Dragon: But if it's a tame dragon I am from this

out, I'm thinking it's best for me to make away

before you know it, or it's likely you'll be yoking

me to harrow the clods, or to be dragging the

water-car from the spring well. So good-bye the

whole of ye, and get to your supper. Much good

may it do you! I give you my word there is

nothing in the universe I despise, only the flesh-eaters

of Adam's race!

CURTAIN.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I wrote The Dragon in 1917, that now seems so many long years away, and I have been trying to remember how I came to write it. I think perhaps through some unseen inevitable kick of the swing towards gay-coloured comedy from the shadow of tragedy. It was begun seriously enough, for I see among my scraps of manuscripts that the earliest outline of it is entitled "The Awakening of a Soul," the soul of the little Princess who had not gone "far out in the world." And that idea was never quite lost, for even when it had all turned to comedy I see as an alternative name "A Change of Heart." For even the Dragon's heart is changed by force, as happens in the old folk tales and the heart of some innocent creature put in its place by the conqueror's hand; all change more or less except the Queen. She is yet satisfied that she has moved all things well, and so she must remain till some new breaking up or re-birth.

As to the framework, that was once to have been the often-told story of a King's daughter given to whatever man can "knock three laughs out of her." As well as I remember the first was to have been when the eggs were broken, and another when she laughed with the joy of happy love. But the third was the stumbling-block. It was necessary the ears of the Abbey audience should be tickled at the same time as those of the Princess, and old-time jests like those of Sir Dinadin of the Round Table seem but dull to ears of to-day. So I called to my help the Dragon that has given his opportunity to so many a hero from Perseus in the Greek Stories to Shawneen in those of Kiltartan. And he did not sulk or fail me, for after one of the first performances the producer wrote: "I wish you had seen the play last night when a big Northern in the front of the stalls was overcome with helpless laughter, first by Sibby and then by the Dragon. He sat there long after the curtain fell, unable to move and wiping the tears from his eyes; the audiences stopped going out and stood and laughed at him." And even a Dragon may think it a feather in his cap to have made Ulster laugh.

A.G.

Coole, February, 1920.

ORIGINAL CAST

"The Dragon " was first produced at the Abbey Theatre, Dublin, on 21st April, 1919, with the following cast:

The King BARRY FITZGERALD

The Queen MARY SHERIDAN

The Princess Nuala EITHNE MAGEE

The Dall Glic (The Blind Wise Man) PETER NOLAN

The Nurse MAUREEN DELANY

The Prince of the Marshes J. HUGH NAGLE

Manus—King of Sorcha ARTHUR SHIELDS

Fintan—The Astrologer F.J. MACCORMICK

Taig FLORENCE MARKS

The Dragon SEAGHAN BARLOW

The Porter STEPHEN CASEY

The Gatekeeper HUBERT M'GUIRE

Two Aunts of the Prince of the Marshes {ESME WARD

{DYMPHNA DALY

ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

PERSONS

The Mother.

Celia (HER DAUGHTER).

Conan (HER STEPSON).

Timothy (HER SERVING MAN).

Rock (A NEIGHBOUR).

Flannery (HIS HERD).

Two Cats.

ACT I

ACT I

Scene: A Room in an old half-ruined castle.

Mother: Look out the door, Celia, and see is

your uncle coming.

Celia: (Who is lying on the ground, a bunch of

ribbons in her hand, and playing with a pigeon, looks

towards door without getting up.) I see no sign of

him.

Mother: What time were you telling me it was

a while ago?

Celia: It is not five minutes hardly since I was

telling you it was ten o'clock by the sun.

Mother: So you did, if I could but have kept

it in mind. What at all ails him that he does not

come in to the breakfast?

Celia: He went out last night and the full moon

shining. It is likely he passed the whole night

abroad, drowsing or rummaging, whatever he does

be looking for in the rath.

Mother: I'm in dread he'll go crazy with digging

in it.

Celia: He was crazy with crossness before that.

Mother: If he is it's on account of his learning.

Them that have too much of it are seven times

crosser than them that never saw a book.

Celia: It is better to be tied to any thorny bush

than to be with a cross man. He to know the

seventy-two languages he couldn't be more crabbed

than what he is.

Mother: It is natural to people do be so clever

to be fiery a little, and not have a long patience.

Celia: It's a pity he wouldn't stop in that

school he had down in the North, and not to come

back here in the latter end of life.

Mother: Ah, he was maybe tired with enlightening

his scholars and he took a notion to acquaint

ourselves with knowledge and learning. I was

trying to reckon a while ago the number of the

years he was away, according to the buttons of my

gown (fingers bodice), but they went astray on me

at the gathers of the neck.

Celia: If the hour would come he'd go out of

this, I'd sing, I'd play on all the melodeons that

ever was known! (Sings.) (Air, "Shule Aroon.")

"I would not wish him any ill,

But were he swept to some far hill

It's then I'd laugh and laugh my fill,

Coo, Coo, my birdeen bán astore.

"I wish I was a linnet free

To rock and rustle on the tree

With none to haste or hustle me,

Coo, Coo, my birdeen bán astore!"

Mother: Did you make ready now what will

please him for his breakfast?

Celia: (Laughing.) I'm doing every whole

thing, but you know well to please him is not

possible.

Mother: It is going astray on me what sort of

egg best suits him, a pullet's egg or the egg of a

duck.

Celia: I'd go search out if it would satisfy him

the egg of an eagle having eyes as big as the moon,

and feathers of pure gold.

Mother: Look out again would you see him.

Celia: (Sitting up reluctantly.) I wonder will

the rosy ribbon or the pale put the best appearance

on my party dress to-night? (Looks out.) He is

coming down the path from the rath, and he having

his little old book in his hand, that he gives out

fell down before him from the skies.

Mother: So there is a little book, whatever

language he does be wording out of it.

Celia: If you listen you'll hear it now, or hear

his own talk, for he's mouthing and muttering as

he travels the path.

Conan: (Comes in: the book in his hand open,

he is not looking at it.) "Life is the flame of the

heart ...that heat is of the nature of the stars." ...It

is Aristotle had knowledge to turn that

flame here and there.... What way now did he

do that?

Mother: Ah, I'm well pleased to see you coming

in, Conan. I was getting uneasy thinking you

were gone astray on us.

Conan: (Dropping his book and picking it up

again.) I never knew the like of you, Maryanne,

under the canopy of heaven. To be questioning

me with your talk, and I striving to keep my mind

upon all the wisdom of the ancient world. (Sits

down beside fire.)

Mother: So you would be too. It is well able

you are to do that.

Conan: (To Celia.) Have you e'er a meal to

leave down to me?

Celia: It will be ready within three minutes of

time.

Conan: Wasting the morning on me! What

good are you if you cannot so much as boil the

breakfast? Hurry on now.

Celia: Ah, hurry didn't save the hare. (Sings

ironically as she prepares breakfast.) (Air, "Mo

Bhuachailin Buidhe.")

"Come in the evening or come in the morning,

Come when you're looked for or come without warning;

Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you

And the oftner you come here the more I'll adore you."

Conan: Give me up the tea-pot.

Celia: Best leave it on the coals awhile.

Conan: Give me up those eggs so. (Seizes them.)

Celia: You can take the tea-pot too if you are

calling for it. (Goes on singing mischievously as

she turns a cake.)

"I'll pull you sweet flowers to wear if you'll choose them,

Or after you've kissed them they'll lie on my bosom."

Conan: (Breaking eggs.) They're raw and

running!

Celia: There's no one can say which is best,

hurry or delay.

Conan: You had them boiled in cold water!

Celia: That's where you're wrong.

Conan: The young people that's in the world

now, if you had book truth they wouldn't believe

it. (Flings eggs into the fire and pours out tea.)

Mother: I hope now that is pleasing to you?

Conan: (Threatening Celia with spoon.) My

seven curses on yourself and your fair-haired tea.

(Puts back tea-pot.)

Celia: (Laughing.) It was hurry left it so weak

on you!

Mother: Ah, don't be putting reproaches on

him. Crossness is a thing born with us. It do run

in the blood. Strive now to let him have a quiet life.

Conan: I am not asking a quiet life! But to

come live with your own family you might as well

take your coffin on your back!

Celia: (Sings.)

"We'll look on the stars and we'll list to the river

'Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her."

Conan: That girl is a disgrace sitting on the

floor the way she is! If I had her for a while I'd

put betterment on her. No one that was under

me ever grew slack!

Celia: You would never be satisfied and you

to see me working from dark to dark as hard as a

pismire in the tufts.

Mother: Leave her now, she's a quiet little girl

and comely.

Conan: Comely! I'd sooner her to be like the

ugliest sod of turf that is pockmarked in the bog,

and a handy housekeeper, and her pigeon doing

something for the world if it was but scaring its

comrades on a stick in a barley garden!

Celia: Ah, do you hear him! (Stroking pigeon.)

(Sings.)

"But when your friend is forced to flee

You'll spread your white wings on the sea

And fly and follow after me—

Go-dé tu Mavourneen slân!"

Mother: I wonder you to be going into the rath

the way you do, Conan. It is a very haunted place.

Conan: Don't be bothering me. I have my

reason for that.

Mother: I often heard there is many a one lost

his wits in it.

Conan: It's likely they hadn't much to lose.

Without the education anyone is no good.

Mother: Ah, indeed you were always a tip-top

scholar. I didn't ever know how good you were

till I had my memory lost.

Conan: Indeed, it is a strange thing any wits

at all to be found in this family.

Mother: Ah, sure we are as is allotted to us at

the time God made the world.

Conan: Now I to make the world—

Mother: You are not saying you would make a

better hand of it?

Conan: I am certain sure I could.

Mother: Ah, don't be talking that way!

Conan: I'd make changes you'd wonder at.

Celia: It's likely you'd make the world in one

day in place of six.

Mother: It's best make changes little by little

the same as you'd put clothes upon a growing

child, and to knock every day out of what God

will give you, and to live as long as we can, and

die when we can't help it.

Conan: And the first thing I'd do would be to

give you back your memory and your sense. (Sings.)

(Air, "The Bells of Shandon.")

"My brain grows rusty, my mind is dusty,

The time I'm dwelling with the likes of ye,

While my spirit ranges through all the changes

Could turn the world to felicity!

When Aristotle..."

Mother: It is like a dream to me I heard that

name. Aristotle of the books.

Conan: (Eagerly.) What did you hear about him?

Mother: I don't know was it about him or was

it some other one. My memory to be as good as

it is bad I might maybe bring it to mind.

Conan: Hurry on now and remember!

Mother: Ah, it's hard remember anything and

the weather so uncertain as what it is.

Conan: Is it of late you heard it?

Mother: It was maybe ere yesterday or some

day of the sort; I don't know. Since the age

tampered with me the thing I'd hear to-day I

wouldn't think of to-morrow.

Conan: Try now and tell me was it that

Aristotle, the time he walked Ireland, had come to

this place.

Mother: It might be that, unless it might be

some other thing.

Conan: And that he left some great treasure

hid—it might be in the rath without.

Mother: And what good would it do you a pot of

gold to be hid in the rath where you would never

come near to it, it being guarded by enchanted

cats and they having fiery eyes?

Conan: Did I say anything about a pot of

gold? This was better again than gold. This

was an enchantment would raise you up if you

were gasping from death. Give attention now ...

Aristotle.

Mother: It's Harry he used to be called.

Conan: Listen now. (Sings.) (Air, "Bells of

Shandon.")

"Once Aristotle hid in a bottle

Or some other vessel of security

A spell had power bring sweet from sour

Or bring blossoms blooming on the blasted tree."

Mother: (Repeating last line.) "Or bring blossoms

blooming on the blasted tree."

Conan: Is that now what you heard ...that

Aristotle has hid some secret spell?

Mother: I won't say what I don't know. My

memory is too weak for me to be telling lies.

Conan: You could strengthen it if you took it

in hand, putting a knot in the corner of your shawl

to keep such and such a thing in mind.

Mother: If I did I should put another knot in

the other corner to remember what was the first

one for.

Conan: You'd remember it well enough if it

was a pound of tea!

Mother: Ah, maybe it's best be as I am and not

to be running carrying lies here and there, putting

trouble on people's mind.

Conan: Isn't it terrible to be seeing all this

folly around me and not to have a way to

better it!

Mother: Ah, dear, it's best leave the time under

the mercy of the Man that is over us all.

Conan: (Jumping up furious.) Where's the

use of old people being in the world at all if they

cannot keep a memory of things gone by! (Sings.)

(Air, "O the time I've lost in wooing.")

"O the time I've lost pursuing

And feeling nothing doing,

The lure that led me from my bed

Has left me sad and rueing!

Success seemed very near me!

High hope was there to cheer me!

I asked my book where would I look

And all it did was fleer me!"

Mother: What is it ails you?

Conan: That secret to be in the world, and I

all to have laid my hand on it, and it to have gone

astray on me!

Mother: So it would go too.

Conan: A secret that could change the world!

I'd make it as good a world to live in as it was in

the time of the Greeks. I don't see much goodness

in the trace of the people in it now. To

change everything to its contrary the way the

book said it would! There would be great satisfaction

doing that. Was there ever in the world

a family was so little use to a man? (Sings in

dejection.) (Air, "My Molly O.")

"There is a rose in Ireland, I thought it would be mine

But now that it is hid from me I must forever pine.

Till death shall come and comfort me for to the grave I'll go

And all for the sake of Aristotle's secret O!"

Celia: I wonder you wouldn't ask Timothy

that is older again than what my mother is.

Conan: Timothy! He has the hearing lost.

Celia: Well there is no harm to try him.

Conan: (Going to door.) Timothy!... There,

he's as deaf as a beetle.

Mother: It might be best for him. The thing

the ear will not hear will not put trouble on the

heart.

Celia: (Who has gone out comes pushing him in.)

Here he is now for you.

Conan: Did ever you hear of Aristotle?

Timothy: Aye?

Conan: Aristotle!

Timothy: Ere a bottle? I might ...

Conan: Aristotle.... That had some power?

Timothy: I never seen no flower.

Conan: Something he hid near this place.

Timothy: I never went near no race.

Conan: Has the whole world its mind made up

to annoy me!

Celia: Raise your voice into his ear.

Conan: (Chanting.)

"Aristotle in the hour

He left Ireland left a power

In a gift Eolus gave

Could all Ireland change and save!"

Timothy: Would it now?

Conan: You said you had heard of a bottle.

Timothy: A charmed bottle. It is Biddy Early

put a cure in it and bestowed it in her will to her son.

Conan: Aristotle that left one in the same way.

Timothy: It is what I am thinking that my old

generations used to be talking about a bellows.

Conan: A bellows! There's no sense in that!

Timothy: Have it your own way so, and give

me leave to go feeding the little chickens and the

hens, for if I cannot hear what they say and they

cannot understand what I say, they put no reproach

on me after, no more than I would put

it on themselves. (Goes.)

Celia: Let you be satisfied now and not torment

yourself, for if you got the world wide you

couldn't discover it. You might as well think to

throw your hat to hit the stars.

Conan: You have me tormented among the

whole of ye. To be without ye would be no harm

at all. (Sits down and weeps.) Of all the families

anyone would wish to live away from I am full

sure my family is the worst.

Mother: Ah, dear, you're worn out and contrary

with the want of sleep. Come now into the

room and stretch yourself on the bed. To go

sleeping out in the grass has no right rest in it at

all! (Takes his arm.)

Conan: Where's the use of lying on my bed

where it is convenient to the yard, that I'd be

afflicted by the turkeys yelping and the pullets

praising themselves after laying an egg! and the

cackling and hissing of the geese.

Mother: Lie down so on the settle, and I'll let

no one disturb you. You're destroyed, avic, with

the want of sleep.

Conan: There'll be no peace in this kitchen no

more than on the common highway with the

people running in and out.

Mother: I'll go sit in the little gap without, and

the whole place will be as quiet as St. Colman's

wilderness of stones.

Conan: The boards are too hard.

Mother: I'll put a pillow in under you.

Conan: Now it's too narrow. Leave me now

it'll be best.

Mother: Sleep and good dreams to you. (Goes

singing sleepy song.)

Conan: The most troublesome family ever I

knew in all my born days! Why is that people

cannot have behaviour now the same as in ancient

Greece. (Sits up.) I'll not give them the satisfaction

of going asleep. I'll drink a sup of the

tea that is black with standing and with strength.

(Drinks and lies down.) I'll engage that'll keep

me waking. (Music heard.) Is it to annoy me

they are playing tunes of music? I'll let on to be

asleep! (Shuts eyes.)

(Two large Cats with fiery eyes look over top

of settle.)

1st Cat:

See the fool that crossed our path

Rummaging within the rath.

Coveting a spell is bound

Agelong in our haunted ground.

Hid that none disturb its peace

By a Druid out from Greece.

Spies and robbers have no call

Rooting in our ancient wall.

Man or mortal what is he

Matched against the mighty Sidhe?

2nd Cat:

Bid our riders of the night

Daze and craze him with affright,

Leave him fainting and forlorn

Hanging on the moon's young horn.

Let the death-bands turn him pale

Through the venom of our tail.

Let him learn to love our law

With the sharpness of our claw.

Let our King-cat's fiery flash

Turn him to a heap of ash.

1st Cat:

Punishment enough he'll find

In his cross and cranky mind.

Ha, ha, ha, and ho, ho, ho,

He'd a sharper penance know,

We'd have better sport to-day

If he got his will and way,

Found the spell that lies unknown

Underneath his own hearthstone.

(They disappear saying together:)

Men and mortals what are ye

Matched against the mighty Sidhe?

Conan: (Looking out timidly.) Are they gone?

Here, Puss, puss! Come hither now poor Puss!

They're not in it.... Here now! here's milk

for ye. And a drop of cream.... (Gets up,

peeps under settle and around.) They are gone!

And that they may never come back! I wouldn't

wish to be brought riding a thorny bush in the night

time into the cold that is behind the sun! What

now did they say? Or is it dreaming I was? Oh,

it was not! They spoke clear and plain. The

hidden spell that I was seeking, they said it to be

in the hiding hole under the hearth. (Pokes,

sneezes.) Bad cess to Celia leaving that much

ashes to be choking me. Well, the luck has come

to me at last!

(Sings as he searches.)

"Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding,

Loudly the war cries rise on the gale;

Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding

To join the thick squadrons in Saimear's green vale.

On every mountaineer, strangers to flight and fear;

Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh

Bonnaught and gallowglass, throng from each mountain pass.

On for old Erin, O'Donnall Abu."

(Pokes at hearthstone.) Sure enough, it's

loose! It's moving! Wait till I'll get

a wedge under it!

(Takes fork from table.) It's coming!

(Door suddenly opens and he drops fork and

springs back.)

Mother: (Coming in with Rock and Flannery.)

Here now, come in the two of ye. Here now, Conan,

is two of the neighbours, James Rock of Lis Crohan

and Fardy Flannery the rambling herd, that are

come to get a light for the pipe and they walking

the road from the Fair.

Conan: That's the way you make a fool of me

promising me peace and quiet for to sleep!

Mother: Ah, so I believe I did. But it slipped

away from me, and I listening to the blackbird on

the bush.

Conan: (To Rock.) I wonder, James Rock,

that you wouldn't have on you so much as a halfpenny

box of matches!

Rock: (Trying to get to hearth.) So I have

matches. But why would I spend one when I can

get for nothing a light from a sod?

Flannery: Sure, I could give you a match I

have this long time, waiting till I'll get as much

tobacco as will fill a pipe.

Mother: It's the poor man does be generous.

It's gone from my mind, Fardy, what was it

brought you to be a servant of poverty?

Flannery: Since the day I lost on the road my

forty pound that I had to stock my little farm of

land, all has wore away from me and left me bare

owning nothing unless daylight and the run of

water. It was that put me on the Shaughrann.

(Sings "The Bard of Armagh.")

"Oh, list to the lay of a poor Irish harper,

And scorn not the strains of his old withered hand,

But remember the fingers could once move sharper

To raise the merry strains of his dear native land;

It was long before the shamrock our dear isle's loved emblem.

Was crushed in its beauty 'neath the Saxon Lion's paw

I was called by the colleens of the village and valley

Bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh."

Rock: Bad management! Look what I brought

from the Fair through minding my own property

—£20 for a milch cow, and thirty for a score of

lambs!

Mother: £20 for a cow! Isn't that terrible

money!

Conan: Let you whist now! You are putting

a headache on me with all your little newses and

country chat!

(Mother goes, the others are following.)

Rock: (Turning from door.) It might be better

for yourself, Conan Creevey, if you had minded

business would bring profit to your hand in place

of your foreign learning, that never put a penny

piece in anyone's pocket that ever I heard. No

earthly profit unless to addle the brain and leave

the pocket empty.

Conan: You think yourself a great sort! Let

me tell you that my learning has power to do more

than that!

Rock: It's an empty mouth that has big talk.

Conan: What would you say hearing I had

power put in my hand that could change the entire

world? And that's what you never will have power

to do.

Rock: What power is that?

Conan:

Aristotle in the hour

He left Ireland left a power....

Rock: Foolishness! I never would believe in

poetry or in dreams or images, but in ready money

down. (Jingles bag.)

Conan: I tell you you'll see me getting the

victory over all Ireland!

Rock: You have but a cracked headpiece thinking

that will come to you.

Conan: I tell you it will! No end at all in the

world to what I am about to bring in!

Rock: It's easy praise yourself!

Conan: And so I am praising myself, and so will

you all be praising me when you will see all that

I will do!

Rock: It is what I think you got demented in

the head and in the mind.

Conan: It is soon the wheel will be turned and

the whole of the nation will be changed for the

best. (Sings.)

"Dear Harp of my country, in darkness I found thee,

The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,

When proudly, my own Irish Harp, I unbound thee,

And gave all thy chords to light, freedom and song,

The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness

Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;

But so oft hast thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness,

That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still."

Flannery: That's a great thought, if it is but a

vanity or a dream.

Rock: (Sneeringly.) Well now and what would

you do?

Flannery: I would wish a great lake of milk,

the same as blessed St. Bridget, to be sharing with

the family of Heaven. I would wish vessels full

of alms that would save every sorrowful man. Do

that now, Conan, and you'll have the world of

prayers down on you!

Rock: It's what I'd do, to turn the whole of

Galway Bay to dry land, and I to have it for myself,

the red land, the green land, the fallow and the

lea! The want of land is a great stoppage to a man

having means to lay out in stock.

(Sings.) (Air, "I wish I had the shepherd's lamb.")

"I wish I had both mill and kiln,

I wish I had of land my fill;

I wish I had both mill and kiln,

And all would follow after!"

Flannery: Ah, the land, the land, the rotten

land, and what will you have in the end but the

breadth of your back of it? Let you now soften

the heart in that one (points to Rock) till he would

restore to me the thing he is aware of.

Conan: It was not for that the spell was

promised, to be changing a few neighbours or a

thing of the kind, or to be doing wonders in this

broken little place. A town of dead factions! To

change any of the dwellers in this place would be

to make it better, for it would be impossible to

make it worse. The time you wouldn't be meddling

with them you wouldn't know them to be

bad, but the time you'd have to do business with

them that's the time you'd know it!

Rock: I suppose it is what you are asking to

do, to make yourself rich?

Conan: I do not! I would be loth take any

profit, and Aristotle after laying down that to

pleasure or to profit every wealthy man is a slave!

Flannery: What would you do, so?

Conan: I will change all into the similitude of

ancient Greece! There is no man at all can understand

argument but it is from Greece he is. I know

well what I'm doing. I'm not like a potato having

eyes this way and that. People were harmless

long ago and why wouldn't they be made harmless

again? Aristotle said, "Fair play is more

beautiful than the morning and the evening star!"

"Be friendly with one another," he said, "and

let the lawyers starve!" I'll turn the captains of

soldiers to be as peaceable as children picking

strawberries in the grass. I've a mind to change

the tongue of the people to the language of the

Greeks, that no farmer will be grumbling over a

halfpenny Independent, but be following the plough

in full content, giving out Homer and the praises

of the ancient world!

Flannery: If you make the farmers content you

will make the world content.

Rock: You will, when you'll bring the sun from

Greece to ripen our little lock of oats!

Conan: So I will drag Ireland from its moorings

till I'll bring it to the middling sea that has no ebb

or flood!

Rock: You will do well to put a change on the

college that harboured you, and that left you so

much of folly.

Conan: I'll do that! I'll be in College Green

before the dawn is white—no but before the night

is grey! It is to Dublin I will bring my spell, for

I ever and always heard it said what Dublin will

do to-day Ireland will do to-morrow! (Sings.)

"Let Erin remember the days of old

Ere her faithless sons betrayed her—

When Malachy wore the collar of gold

Which he won from her proud invader—

When her kings with standards of green unfurl'd,

Led the Red-Branch knights to danger;

Ere the emerald gem of the western world

Was set in the crown of a stranger."

Rock: And maybe you'll tell us now by what

means you will do all this?

Conan: Go out of the house and I will tell you

in the by and bye.

Rock: That is what I was thinking. You are

talking nothing but lies.

Conan: I tell you that power is not far from

where you stand! But I will let no one see it only

myself.

Flannery: There might be some truth in it.

There are some say enchantments never went out

of Ireland.

Conan: It is a spell, I say, that will change

anything to its contrary. To turn it upon a snail,

there is hardly a greyhound but it would overtake;

but a hare it would turn to be the slowest thing in

the universe; too slow to go to a funeral.

Rock: I'll believe it when I'll see it.

Conan: You could see it if I let you look in

this hiding-hole.

Rock: Good-morrow to you!

Conan: Then you will see it, for I'll raise up

the stone. (Kneels.)

Rock: It to be anything it is likely a pot of

sovereigns.

Flannery: It might be the harp of Angus.

Rock: I see no trace of it.

Conan: There is something hard! It should

likely be a silver trumpet or a hunting-horn of gold!

Rock: Give me a hold of it.

Conan: Leave go! (Lifts out bellows.)

Rock: Ha! Ha! Ha! after all your chat, nothing

but a little old bellows!...

Conan: There is seven rings on it.... They

should signify the seven blasts....

Rock: If there was seventy times seven what

use would it be but to redden the coals?

Conan: Every one of these blasts has power to

make some change.

Rock: Make one so, and I'll plough the world

for you.

Conan: Is it that I would spend one of my

seven blasts convincing the like of ye?

Rock: It is likely the case there is no power in

it at all.

Conan: I'm very sure there is surely. The world

will be a new world before to-morrow's Angelus bell.

Flannery: I never could believe in a bellows.

Rock: Here now is a fair offer. I'll loan you

this bag of notes to pay your charges to Dublin if

you will change that little pigeon in the crib into a

crow.

Conan: I will do no such folly.

Rock: You wouldn't because you'd be afeared

to try.

Conan: Hold it up to me. I'll show you am

I afeared!

Rock: There it is now. (Holds up cage.)

Conan: Have a care! (Blows.)

Rock: (Dropping it with a shriek.) It has me

bit with its hard beak, it is turned to be an old

black crow.

Flannery: As black as the bottom of the pot.

Crow: Caw! Caw! Caw!

(Cats reappear and look over back of settle.)

(Music from behind.) ("O'Donnall Abu.")

CURTAIN

ACT II

ACT II

Conan alone holding up bellows, singing:

Conan:

"And doth not a meeting like this make amends

For all the long years I've been wandering away

Deceived for a moment it's now in my hands—

breathe the fresh air of life's morning again!"

Celia: (Comes in having listened amused at

door; claps hands.) Very good! It is you yourself

should be going to the dance house to-night in

place of myself. It is long since I heard you rise

so happy a tune!

Conan: (Putting bellows behind him.) What

brings you here? Is there no work for you out in

the garden—the cabbages to be cutting for the

cow....

Celia: I wouldn't wish to roughen my hands

before evening. Music there will be for the dancing!

(She lilts Miss McLeod's Reel.)

Conan: Let you go ready yourself for it so.

Celia: Is it at this time of the day? You

should be forgetting the hours of the clock the

same as the poor mother.

Conan: It is a strange thing since I came to

this house I never can get one minute's ease and

quiet to myself.

Celia: It was hearing you singing brought me in.

Conan: I'd sooner have you without! Be

going now.

Celia: I will and welcome. It is to bring out

my little pigeon I will, where there is a few grains

of barley fell from a car going the road.

Conan: Hurry on so!

Celia: (Taking up cage.) He is not in his crib.

(Looking here and there.) Where now can he

have gone?

Conan: He should have gone out the door.

Celia: He did not. He could not have come

out unknown to me. Coo, coo,—coo—coo.

Conan: Never mind him now. You are putting

my mind astray with your Coo, coo—

Celia: He might be in under the settle.

(Stoops.) Where are you, my little bird. (Sings.)

(Air, "Shule Aroon.")

"But now my love has gone to France

His own fair fortune to advance;

If he comes back again 'tis but a chance;

Os go dé tu Mavourneen slân!"

Conan: (Putting her away.) What way would

he be in it? Let you put a stop to that humming.

(Seizes her.) Come here to the light ...is it

you sewed this button on my coat?

Celia: It was not. It is likely it was some

tailor down in the North.

Conan: It is getting loose on the sleeve.

Celia: Ah, it will last a good while yet. Coo, coo!

Conan: (Getting before her.) It would be no

great load on you to get a needle and put a stitch

would tighten it.

Celia: I'll do it in the by and bye. There, I

twisted the thread around it. That'll hold good

enough for a while.

Conan: "Anything worth doing at all is worth

doing well."

Celia: Aren't you getting very dainty in your

dress?

Conan: Any man would like to have a decent

appearance on his suit.

Celia: Isn't it the same to-day as it was

yesterday?

Conan: Have you ne'er a needle?

Celia: I don't know where is it gone.

Conan: You haven't a stim of sense. Can't

you keep in mind "Everything in its right place."

Celia: Sure, there's no hurry—the day is long.

Conan: Anything has to be done, the quickest

to do it is the best.

Celia: I'm not working by the hour or the day.

Conan: Look now at Penelope of the Greeks,

and all her riches, and her man not at hand to urge

her, how well she sat at the loom from morn till

night till she'd have the makings of a suit of frieze.

Celia: Ah, that was in the ancient days, when

you wouldn't buy it made and ready in the shops.

Conan: Will you so much as go to find a towel

would take the dust off of the panes of glass?

Celia: I wonder at you craving to disturb the

spider and it after making its web.

Conan: Well, go sit idle outside. I wouldn't

wish to be looking at you! Aristotle that said a

lazy body is all one with a lazy mind. You'll be

begging your bread through the world's streets

before your poll will be grey.

(Sings.)

"You'll dye your petticoat, you'll dye it red,

And through the world you'll beg your bread;

And you not hearkening to e'er a word I said,

It's then you'll know it to be true!"

Celia: (Sings.)

"Come here my little birdeen! Coo!"

Conan: (Putting his hand on her mouth.) Be

going out now in place of calling that bird that is

as lazy and as useless as yourself.

Celia: My little dove! Where are you at all!

Conan: A cat to have ate it would be no great

loss!

Celia: Did you yourself do away with him?

Conan: I did not.

Celia: (Wildly breaking free throws herself down.)

There is no place for him to be only in under

the settle!

Conan: (Dragging at her.) It is not there.

Celia: (Who has put in her hand.) O what is

that? It has hurt me!

Conan: A nail sticking up out of the floor.

Celia: (Jumping up with a cry.) It's a crow!

A great big wicked black crow!

Conan: If it is let you leave it there.

Celia: (Weeping.) I'm certain sure it has my

pigeon killed and ate!

Conan: To be so doleful after a pigeon! You

haven't a stim of sense!

Celia: It was you gave it leave to do that!

Conan: Stop your whimpering and blubbering!

What way can I settle the world and I being

harassed and hampered with such a contrary class!

I give you my word I have a mind to change

myself into a ravenous beast will kill and devour ye

all! That much would be no sin when it would be

according to my nature. (Sings or chants.)

"On Clontarf he like a lion fell,

Thousands plunged in their own gore;

I to be such a lion now

I'd ask for nothing more!"

Celia: (Sitting down miserable.) You are a very

wicked man!

Conan: Get up out of that or I'll make you!

Celia: I will not! I'm certain you did this

cruel thing!

Conan: (Taking up bellows.) I'd hardly begrudge

one of my six blasts to be quit of your slowness

and your sluggish ways! Rise up now before

I'll make you that you'll want shoes that will never

wear out, you being ever on the trot and on the

run from morning to the fall of night! Start up

now! I'm on the bounds of doing it!

Celia: What are you raving about?

Conan: To get quit of you I cannot, but to

change your nature I might! I give you warning

...one, two, three!

(Blows.) (Sings: "With a chirrup.") (Air,

"Garryowen.")

"Let you rise and go light like a bird of the air

That goes high in its flight ever seeking its share;

Let you never go easy or pine for a rest

Till you'll be a world's wonder and work with the best!

With a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,

A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,

A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup,

A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup!"

Celia: (Staring and standing up.) What is

that? Is it the wind or is it a wisp of flame that

is going athrough my bones!

(Rock and Flannery come in.)

(Celia rushes out.)

Rock: (Out of breath.) We went looking for a

car to bring you to the train!

Flannery: There was not one to be found.

Rock: But those that are too costly!

Flannery: Till we went to the Doctor of the

Union.

Rock: For to ask a lift for you on the ambulance....

Flannery: But when he heard what we had to

tell—

Rock: He said he would bring you and glad

to do it on his own car, and no need to hansel

him.

Flannery: And welcome, if it was as far as the

grave!

Rock: All he is sorry for he hasn't a horse that

would rise you up through the sky—

Conan: Let him give me the lift so—it will be

a help to me. It wasn't only with his own hand

Alexander won the world!

Flannery: Unless you might give him, he was

saying, a blast of the bellows, that would change

his dispensary into a racing stable, and all that

come to be cured into jockeys and into grooms!

Conan: What chatterers ye are! I gave ye no

leave to speak of that.

Rock: Ah, it costs nothing to be giving out

newses.

Flannery: The world and all will be coming to

the door to throw up their hats for you, and you

making your start, cars and ass cars, jennets and

traps. (Sings.)

"O Bay of Dublin, how my heart your troublin',

Your beauty haunts me like a fever dream;

Like frozen fountains that the sun set bubblin'

My heart's blood warms when I but hear your name!"

Conan: It's my death I'll come to in Dublin.

That news to get there ahead of me I'll be pressed

in the throng as thin as a griddle.

Flannery: So you might be, too. All I have

that might protect you I offer free, and that's this

good umbrella that was given to me in a rainstorm

by a priest. (Holds it out.)

Rock: And what do you say to me giving you

the loan of your charges for the road?

Conan: Come in here, Maryanne! and give a

glass to these honest men till they'll wish me good

luck upon my journey, as it's much I'll need it,

with the weight of all I have to do.

Mother: (Coming in.) So I will, so I will and

welcome ...but that I disremember where did

I put the key of the chest.

Conan: I'll engage you do! There it is before

you in the lock since ere yesterday. (Mother puts

bottle and glasses on table.)

Flannery: (Lifting glass.) That you may bring

great good to Ireland and to the world!

Rock: Here's your good health!

Conan: I'm obliged to you!

Rock and Flannery: (Sing.) (Air, "The Cruiskeen

lán.")

"Gramachree ma cruiskeen Slainte geal mavourneen,

Gramachree a cool-in bawn, bawn, bawn, bân-bán-bán,

Oh, Gra-ma-chree a cool-in bawn."

(They nod as they finish and take out their

pipes and sit down. A banging is heard.)

Conan: What disturbance is that?

(Celia comes in, her hair screwed up tight,

skirt tucked up, is carrying a pail,

brush, cloth, etc., lets them drop and

proceeds to fasten up skirt.)

Mother: Ah, Celia, what is on you? I never

saw you that way before.

Conan: Ha! Very good! I think that you will

say there is a great change come upon her, and a

right change.

Celia: Look now at the floor the way it is.

Mother: I see no other way but the way it is

always.

Celia: There's a bit of soot after falling down

the chimney. (Picks up tongs.)

Mother: Ah, leave it now, dear, a while.

Celia: Anything has to be done, the quickest

way to do it is the best. (Having taken up soot,

flings down tongs.)

Conan: Listen to that! Now am I able to

work wonders?

Rock: It is that you have spent on her a blast?

Conan: If I did it was well spent.

Flannery: I'm in dread you have been robbing

the poor.

Rock: It is myself you have robbed doing that.

You have no call to be using those blasts for your

own profit!

Conan: I have every right to bring order in

my own dwelling before I can do any other thing!

Celia: All the dust of the world's roads is

gathered in this kitchen. The whole place ate

with filth and dirt.

(Begins to sweep.)

Conan: Ah, you needn't hardly go as far as that.

Celia: Anything that is worth doing is worth

doing well. (To Rock.) Look now at the marks

of your boots upon the ground. Get up out of

that till I'll bustle it with the broom!

Rock: (Getting up.) There is a change indeed

and a queer change. Where she used to be singing

she is screeching the same as a slate where you'd

be casting sums!

Celia: (To Flannery.) What's that I see in

under your chair? Rise up. (He gets up.) It's

a pin! (Sticks it in her dress.) Everything in its

right place! (Goes on flicking at the furniture.)

Mother: Leave now knocking the furniture to

flitters.

Celia: I will not, till I'll free it from the dust

and dander of the year.

Mother: That'll do now. I see no dust.

Celia: You'll see it presently. (Sweeps up a cloud.)

Mother: Let you speak to her, Conan.

Conan: Leave now buzzing and banging about

the room the same as a fly without a head!

Celia: Never put off till to-morrow what you

can do to-day.

Conan: I tell you I have things to settle and

to say before the car will come that is to bring me

on my road to Dublin.

Celia: (Stopping short.) Is it that you are going

to Dublin?

Conan: I am, and within the hour.

Celia: Pull off those boots from your feet!

Conan: I will not! Let you leave my boots

alone!

Celia: You are not going out of the house with

that slovenly appearance on you! To have it said

out in Dublin that you are a class of man never has

clean boots but of a Sunday!

Conan: They'll do well enough without you

meddling!

Celia: Clean them yourself so! (Gives him a

rag and blacking and goes on dusting.)

(Sings.) (Air, "City of Sligo.")

"We may tramp the earth

For all that we're worth,

But what odds where you and I go,

We never shall meet

A spot so sweet

As the beautiful city of Sligo."

Conan: What ailed me that I didn't leave her

as she was before.

Celia: (Stopping work.) What way are they now?

Conan: (Having cleaned his boots, putting them

on hurriedly.) They're very good. (Wipes his brow,

drawing hand across leaving mark of blacking.)

Celia: The time I told you to put black on

your shoes I didn't bid you rub it upon your brow!

Conan: I didn't put it in any wrong place.

Celia: I ask the whole of you, is it black his face

is or white?

All: It is black indeed.

Celia: Would you put a reproach on the whole

of the barony, going up among big citizens with a

face on you the like of that?

Conan: I'll do well enough. There will be

the black of the smoke from the engine on it any

way, and I after journeying in the train.

Celia: You will not go be a disgrace to me.

Conan: If it is black it is yourself forced me to it.

Celia: If I did I'll make up for it, putting a

clean face upon you now. (Dips towel in pail and

sings "With a fillip"—air, "Garryowen"—as she

washes him.)

"Bring to mind how the thrush gathers twigs for his nest

And the honey bee toils without ever a rest

And the fishes swim ever to keep themselves clean,

And you'll praise me for making you fit to be seen!

With a fillip, a fillip, a fillip.

A fillip, a fillip, a fillip.

A fillip, a fillip, a fillip, a fillip,

A fillip, a fillip, a fillip, a fillip!"

Conan: Let me go, will you! Let you stop!

The soap that is going into my eye!

Celia: My grief you are! Let you be willing

to suffer, so long as you will be tasty and decent

and be a credit to ourselves.

Conan: The suds are in my mouth!

Celia: One minute now and you'll be as clean

as a bishop!

Conan: Let me go, can't you!

Celia: Only one thing wanting now.

Conan: I'm good enough, I tell you!

Celia: To cut the wisp from the back of your

poll.

Conan: You will not cut it!

Celia: And you'll go into the grandeurs of

Dublin and you being as neat as an egg.

Conan: (With a roar.) Leave meddling with

my hair. I that can change the world with one

turn of my hand!

Celia: Wait till I'll find the scissors! That's

not the way to be going showing off in the town,

if you were all the saints and Druids of the universe!

Conan: (Breaking free and rushing out.) My

seven thousand curses on the minute when I didn't

leave you as you were. (Goes.)

Celia: (Looking at Mother.) There's meal on

your dress from the cake you're after putting in

the oven—where now did that bellows fall from?

(Taking up bellows.) It comes as handy as a

gimlet. There (blows the meal off), that now will

make a big difference in you.

Rock: (Seizing bellows.) Leave now that down

out of your hand. Let you go looking for a

scissors!

(Celia goes off singing "The Beautiful City

of Sligo.")

Mother: (Sitting down.) I'm thinking it's seven

years to-day, James Rock, since you took a lend

of my clock.

Rock: You're raving! What call would I have

to ask a lend of your clock?

Mother: The way you would rise in time for

the fair of Feakle in the morning.

Rock: Did I now?

Mother: You did, and that's my truth. I was

standing here, and you were standing there, and

Celia that was but ten years was sucking the sugar

off a spoon I was after putting in a bag that had

come from the shop, for to put a grain into my

tea.

Rock: (Sneering.) Well now, didn't your memory

get very sharp!

Mother: You thought I had it forgot, but I

remember it as clear as pictures. The time it stood

at was seven minutes after four o'clock, and I

never saw it from that day till now. This very

day of the month it was, the year of the black

sheep having twins.

Rock: It was but an old clock anyway.

Mother: If it was it is seven years older since

I laid an eye on it. And it's kind father for you

robbing me, where it's often you robbed your own

mother, and you stealing away to go cardplaying

the half crowns she had hid in the churn.

Rock: Didn't you get very wicked and hurtful,

you that was a nice class of a woman without no

harm!

Flannery: Ah, Ma'am, you that was easy-minded,

it is not kind for you to be a scold.

Mother: And another thing, it was the same

day where Michael Flannery (turns to him) came in

an' told me of you being grown so covetous you

had made away with your dog, by reason you

begrudged it its diet.

Rock: (To Flannery.) You had a great deal to

say about me!

Mother: And more than that again, he said

you had it buried secretly, and had it personated,

creeping around the haggard in the half dark

and you barking, the way the neighbours would

think it to be living yet and as wicked as it was

before.

Rock: (To Flannery.) I'll bring you into the

Courts for telling lies!

Mother: (Coming near Rock and speaking into

his ear.) And there's another thing I know, and

that I made a promise to her that was your wife

not to tell, but death has that promise broke.

Rock: Stop, can't you!

Mother: I know by sure witness that it was

you found the forty pound he (points to Flannery,

who nods) lost on the road, and kept it for your

own profit. Bring me now, I dare you, into the

Courts!

Rock: (Fearfully.) That one would remember

the world! It is as if she went to the grinding

young!

(Conan's voice heard. Singing: "Let me be

merry" in a melancholy voice.)

"If sadly thinking with spirits sinking

Could more than drinking my cares compose,

A cure for to-morrow from sighs I'd borrow,

And hope to-morrow would end my woes.

But as in wailing there's nought availing,

And Death unfailing will strike the blow,

Then for that reason and for a season,

Let us be merry before we go!"

Mother: It is Conan will near lose his wits

with joy when he knows what is come back to me!

Conan: (Peeping in.) Is Celia gone?

Flannery: She is, Conan.

Conan: It's a queer thing with women. If

you'll turn them from one road it's likely they'll

go into another that is worse again.

Rock: That is so indeed. There is Celia's

mother that is running telling lies, and leaving a

heavy word upon a neighbour.

Mother: I'll give my promise not to tell it out

in Court if he will give to poor Michael Flannery

what is due to him, and that is the whole of what

he has in his bag!

Conan: (Laughing scornfully.) Sure she has no

memory at all. It fails her to remember that two

and two makes four.

Mother: You think that? Well, listen now to

me. Two and two is it? No, nine times two that

is eighteen and nine times three twenty-seven,

nine times four thirty-six, nine times five forty-fi

ve, nine times six fifty-four, nine times seven

sixty-three, nine times eight seventy-two, nine

times nine eighty-one.... Yes, and eleven times,

and any times that you will put before me!

Conan: That's enough, that's enough!

Mother: Ha, ha! You giving out that I can

keep no knowledge in mind and no learning, when

I should sit on the chapel roof to have enough of

slates for all I can cast up of sums! Multiplication,

Addition, subtraction, and the rule of three!

Conan: Whist your tongue!

Mother: Is it the verses of Raftery's talk into

the Bush you would wish me to give out, or the

three hundred and sixty-nine verses of the Contention

of the Bards—(Repeats verse of "The Talk

with the Bush" in Irish.)

"Céad agus míle roiámh am na h-Airce

Tús agus crothugadh m'aois agus mo dhata

Thá me o shoin im' shuidhe san áit so

Agus is iomdha sgéal a bhféadain trácht air."

Or I'll English it if that will please you:

"A hundred years and a thousand before the time of the Ark

Was the beginning and creation of my age and my date;

I am from that time sitting in this place,

And it's many a story I am able to give news of."

Conan: (Putting hands to ears and walking

away.) I am thinking your mind got unsettled

with the weight of years.

Mother: (Following him.) No, but your own

that got scattered from the time you ran barefoot

carrying worms in a tin can for that Professor of a

Collegian that went fishing in the stream, and that

you followed after till you got to think yourself a

lamp of light for the universe!

Conan: Will you stop deafening the whole world

with your babble!

Mother: There was always a bad drop in you

that attached to you out of the grandfather. What

did your languages do for you but to sharpen

your tongue, till the scrape of it would take the

skin off, the same as a cat! My blessing on you,

Conan, but my curse upon your mouth!

Conan: Oh, will you stop your chat!

Mother: Every word you speak having in it

the sting of a bee that was made out of the curses

of a saint!

Conan: Stop your gibberish!

Mother: Are you satisfied now?

Conan: I'm not satisfied!

Mother: And never will be, for you were ever

and always a fault-finder and full of crossness

from the day that you were small suited.

Conan: You remember that, too?

Mother: I do well!

Conan: Where is the bellows? Was it you

(to Flannery) that blew a blast on her?

Flannery: It was not.

Conan: Or you?

Rock: It's long sorry I'd be to do such a thing!

Conan: It is certain someone did it on her.

Where now is it?

Mother: (Seizing him.) And I remember the

day you threw out your mug of milk into the street,

by reason, says you, you didn't like the colour of

the cow that gave it!

Conan: Will you stop ripping up little annoyances,

till I'll find the bellows!

Rock: It's what I'm thinking, her memory will

soon be back at the far side of Solomon's

Temple.

Mother: (Repeats in Irish.) Agus is iomdha

sgéal a bhféadain traácht air!

Conan: (Shouting.) Is it that you'll drive the

seven senses out of me!

Mother: Is it that you begrudge me my recollection?

Ha! I have it in spite of you. (Sings.)

"Oft in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain hath bound me

Fond memory brings the light

Of other days around me.

The smiles, the tears, of childhood's years,

The words of love then spoken—

The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone,

The cheerful hearts now broken.

"Thus in the stilly night—ere slumber's chain hath bound me

Fond memory brings the light

Of other days around me!"

Celia: (Bursting in.) Where is Conan?

Conan: What do you want of me?

Celia: I have got the hair brush.

Conan: Let you not come near me!

Celia: And the comb!

Conan: Get away from me!

Celia: And the scissors.

Conan: Will you drive me out of the house or

will I drive you out of it!

Celia: Ah, be easy!

Conan: I will not be easy!

Celia: (Pushing him back in a chair.) It will

delight the world to see the way I'll send you out!

Conan: Is the universe gone distracted mad!

Celia: Be quiet now!

Conan: Leave your hold of me!

Celia: One stir, and the scissors will run into

you!

(Sings "With a snippet, a snippet, a snippet.")

CURTAIN

ACT III

ACT III

The two Cats are looking over the settle.

Music behind scene: "O Johnny, I hardly knew

you!"

1st Cat: We did well leaving the bellows for

that foolish Human to see what he can do. There

is great sport before us and behind.

2nd Cat: The best I ever saw since the Jesters

went out from Tara.

1st Cat: They to be giving themselves high

notions and to be looking down on Cats!

2nd Cat: Ha, Ha, Ha, the folly and the craziness

of men! To see him changing them from one

thing to the next, as if they wouldn't be a two-legged

laughing stock whatever way they would

change.

1st Cat: There's apt to be more changes yet

till they will hardly know one another, or every

other one, to be himself! (Sings.)

"Where are your eyes that looked so mild,

Hurroo! Hurroo!

Where are your eyes that looked so mild

When my poor heart you first beguiled,

Why did you run from me and the child?

O Johnny, I hardly knew you!

"With drums and guns and guns and drums,

The enemy nearly slew you!

My darling dear you look so queer,

O Johnny, I hardly knew you!

"Where are the legs with which you run,

When you went to carry a gun.

Indeed your dancing days are done,

O Johnny, I hardly knew you!"

(Timothy and Mother come in from opposite

doors. Cats disappear—music still heard

faintly.)

Mother: (Looking at little bellows in her hand.)

Do you know That what it is, Timothy?

Timothy: Is it now a hand-bellows? It's long

since I seen the like of that.

Mother: It is, but what bellows?

Timothy: Not a bellows? I'd nearly say it to be one.

Mother: There has strange things come to pass.

Timothy: That's what we've all been praying

for this long time!

Mother: Ah, can't you give attention and strive

to listen to me. It is all coming back to my mind.

All the things I am remembering have my mind

tattered and tossed.

Timothy: (Who has been trying to hear the music,

sings a verse.)

"You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg,

Hurroo! Hurroo!

You're a yellow noseless chickenless egg,

You'll have to put up with a bowl to beg.

O Johnny, I hardly knew you!

(Music ceases.)

Mother: Will you give attention, I say! It

will be worth while for you to go chat with me now

I can be telling you all that happened in my years

gone by. What was it Conan was questioning me

about a while ago? What was it now....

"Aristotle in the hour

He left Ireland left a power!"...

Timothy: That now is a very nice sort of a

little prayer.

Mother: (Calling out.) That's it! Aristotle's

Bellows! I know now what has happened. This

that is in my hand has in it the power to make

changes. Changes! Didn't great changes come in

the house to-day! (Shouts.) Did you see any great

change in Celia?

Timothy: Why wouldn't I, and she at this

minute fighting and barging at some poor travelling

man, saying he laid a finger mark of bacon-grease upon

the lintel of the door. Driving him off with a broken-toothed

rake she is, she that was so gentle that she

wouldn't hardly pluck the feathers of a dead duck!

Mother: It was surely a blast of this worked

that change in her, as the blast she blew upon me

worked a change in myself. O! all the thoughts

and memories that are thronging in my mind and

in my head! Rushing up within me the same as

chaff from the flail! Songs and stories and the

newses I heard through the whole course of my

lifetime! And I having no person to tell them out

to! Do you hear me what I'm saying, Timothy?

(Shouts in his ear.) What is come back to me is

what I lost so long ago, my MEMORY.

Timothy: So it is a very good song.

(Sings.)

"By Memory inspired, and love of glory fired,

The deeds of men I love to dwell upon,

And the sympathetic glow of my spirit must bestow

On the memory of Mitchell that is gone, boys, gone—

The memory of Mitchell that is gone!"

Mother: Thoughts crowding on one another,

mixing themselves up with one another for the

want of sifting and settling! They'll have me

distracted and I not able to speak them out to

some person! Conan as surly as a bramble bush,

and Celia wrapped up in her bucket and her broom!

And yourself not able to hear one word I say. (Sobs,

and bellows falls from her hands.)

Timothy: I'll lay it down now out of your way,

ma'am, the way you can cry your fill whatever

ails you.

Mother: (Snatching it back.) Stop! I'll not

part with it! I know now what I can do! Now!

(Points it at him.) I'll make a companion to be

listening to me through the long winter nights and

the long summer days, and the world to be without

any end at all, no more than the round of the

full moon! You that have no hearing, this will

bring back your hearing, the way you'll be a

listener and a benefit to myself for ever. I

wouldn't feel the weeks long that time!

(Blows. Timothy turns away and gropes

toward wall.)

(She sings: Air, "Eileen Aroon.")

"What if the days go wrong,

When you can hear!

What if the evening's long,

You being near,

I'll tell my troubles out,

Put darkness to the rout

And to the roundabout!

Having your ear!"

(Rock at door: sneezes. Mother drops bellows

and goes. Timothy gives a cry,

claps hands to ears and rushes out as if

terrified.)

Rock: (Coming in seizes bellows.) Well now,

didn't this turn to be very lucky and very good!

The very thing I came looking for to be left there

under my hands! (Puts it hurriedly under coat.)

Flannery: (Coming in.) What are you doing

here, James Rock?

Rock: What are you doing yourself?

Flannery: What is that in under your coat?

Rock: What's that to you?

Flannery: I'll know that when I see it.

Rock: What call have you to be questioning me?

Flannery: Open now your coat!

Rock: Stand out of my way!

Flannery: (Suddenly tearing open coat and seizing

bellows.) Did you think it was unknownst to me

you stole the bellows?

Rock: Ah, what steal?

Flannery: Put it back in the place it was!

Rock: I will within three minutes.

Flannery: You'll put it back here and now.

Rock: (Coaxingly.) Look at here now, Michael

Flannery, we'll make a league between us. Did

you ever see such folly as we're after seeing to-day?

Sitting there for an hour and a half till that one

settled the world upside down!

Flannery: If I did see folly, what I see now is

treachery.

Rock: Didn't you take notice of the way that

foolish old man is wasting and losing what was

given him for to benefit mankind? A blast he has

lost turning a pigeon to a crow, as if there wasn't

enough in it before of that tribe picking the spuds

out of the ridges. And another blast he has lost

turning poor Celia, that was harmless, to be a holy

terror of cleanness and a scold.

Flannery: Indeed, he'd as well have left her

as she was. There was something very pleasing

in her little sleepy ways.

(Sings.)

"But sad it is to see you so

And to think of you now as an object of woe;

Your Peggy'll still keep an eye on her beau.

O Johnny, I hardly knew you!"

Rock: Bringing back to the memory of his

mother every old grief and rancour. She that has

a right to be making her peace with the grave!

Flannery: Indeed it seems he doesn't mind

what he'll get so long as it's something that he

wants.

Rock: Three blasts gone! And the world didn't

begin to be cured.

Flannery: Sure enough he gave the bellows no

fair play.

Rock: He has us made a fool of. He using it

the way he did, he has us robbed.

Flannery: There's power in the four blasts

left would bring peace and piety and prosperity

and plenty to every one of the four provinces of

Ireland.

Rock: That's it. There's no doubt but I'll

make a better use of it than him, because I am a

better man than himself.

Flannery: I don't know. You might not get

so much respect in Dublin.

Rock: Dublin, where are you! What would

I'd do going to Dublin? Did you never hear said

the skin to be nearer than the shirt?

Flannery: What do you mean saying that?

Rock: The first one I have to do good to is

myself.

Flannery: Is it that you would grab the benefit

of the bellows?

Rock: In troth I will. I've got a hold of it, and

by cripes I'll knock a good turn out of it.

Flannery: To rob the country and the poor for

your own profit? You are a class of man that is

gathering all for himself.

Rock: It is not worth while we to fall out of

friendship. I will use but the one blast.

Flannery: You have no right or call to meddle

with it.

Rock: The first thing I will meddle with is my

own rick of turf. And I'll give you leave to go do

the same with your own umbrella, or whatever

property you may own.

Flannery: Sooner than be covetous like yourself

I'd live and die in a ditch, and be buried

from the Poorhouse!

Rock: Turf being black and light in the hand,

and gold being shiny and weighty, there will be

no delay in turning every sod into a solid brick of

gold. I give you leave to do the same thing, and

we'll be two rich men inside a half an hour!

Flannery: You are no less than a thief! (Snatches

at bellows.)

Rock: Thief yourself. Leave your hand off it!

Flannery: Give it up here for the man that

owns it!

Rock: You may set your coffin making for I'll

beat you to the ground.

Flannery: (As he clutches.) Ah, you have given

it a shove. It has blown a blast on yourself!

Rock: Yourself that blew it on me! Bad cess

to you! But I'll do the same bad turn upon you!

(Blows.)

Flannery: There is some footstep without.

Heave it in under the ashes.

Rock: Whist your tongue! (Flings bellows

behind hearth.)

(Conan comes in.)

Conan: With all the chattering of women I

have the train near lost. The car is coming for

me and I'll make no delay now but to set out.

(Sings.)

"Oh the French are on the sea,

Says the Sean Van Vocht,

Oh the French are on the sea,

Says the Sean Van Vocht,

Oh the French are in the bay,

They'll be here without delay,

And the Orange will decay,

Says the Sean Van Vocht!"

Here now is my little pack. You were saying,

Thomas Flannery, you would be lending me the

loan of your umbrella.

Flannery: Ah, what umbrella? There's no fear

of rain.

Conan: (Taking it.) You to have proffered it

I would not refuse it.

Flannery: (Seizing it.) I don't know. I have

to mind my own property. It might not serve

it to be loaning it to this one and that. It might

leave the ribs of it bare.

Conan: That's the way with the whole of ye. I

to give you my heart's blood you'd turn me upside

down for a pint of porter!

Flannery: I see no sense or charity in lending to

another anything that might be of profit to myself.

Conan: Let you keep it so! That your ribs may

be as bare as its own ribs that are bursting out

through the cloth!

Rock: Do not give heed to him, Conan. There

is in this bag (takes it out) what will bring you every

whole thing you might be wanting in the town.

(Takes out notes and gold and gives them.)

Conan: It is only a small share I'll ask the lend of.

Rock: The lend of! No, but a free gift!

Conan: Well now, aren't you turned to be very

kind? (Takes notes.)

Rock: Put that back in the bag. Here it is, the

whole of it. Five and fifty pounds. Take it and

welcome! It is yourself will make a good use of

it laying it out upon the needy and the poor.

Changing all for their benefit and their good! Oh,

since St. Bridget spread her cloak upon the Curragh

this is the most day and the happiest day ever

came to Ireland.

Conan: (Giving bag to Flannery.) Take it you,

as is your due by what the mother said a while ago

about the robbery he did on you in the time past.

Flannery: Give it here to me. I'll engage I'll

keep a good grip on it from this out. It's long

before any other one will get a one look at it!

Conan: There would seem to be a great change

—and a sudden change come upon the two of ye.

...(With a roar.) Where now is the bellows?

Flannery: (Sulkily.) What way would I know?

Conan: (Shaking him.) I know well what

happened! It is ye have stolen two of my blasts!

Putting changes on yourselves ye would—much

good may it do ye—. Thieving with your covetousness

the last two nearly I had left!

Rock: (Sulkily.) Leave your hand off me! I

never stole no blast!

Conan: There's a bad class going through the

world. The most people you will give to will be

the first to cry you down. This was a wrong out

of measure! Thieves ye are and pickpockets!

Ye that were not worth changing from one to

another, no more than you'd change a pinch of

dust off the road into a puff of ashes. Stealing

away my lovely blasts, bad luck to ye, the same as

Prometheus stole the makings of a fire from the

ancient gods!

Flannery: That is enough of keening and

lamenting after a few blasts of barren wind—I'll

be going where I have my own business to attend.

Conan: Where, so, is the bellows?

Flannery: How would I know?

Conan: The two of ye won't quit this till I'll

find it! There is another two blasts in it that

will bring sense and knowledge into Ireland yet!

Rock: Indeed they might bring comfort yet

to many a sore heart!

Conan: (Searching.) Where now is it? I

couldn't find it if the earth rose up and swallowed

it. Where now did I lay it down?

Rock: There's too much changes in this place

for me to know where anything is gone.

Conan: (At door.) Where are you, Maryanne!

Celia! Timothy! Let ye come hither and search

out my little bellows!

(Timothy comes in, followed by Mother.)

Conan: Hearken now, Timothy!

Timothy: (Stopping his ears.) Speak easy, speak easy!

Conan: Take down now your fingers from your

ears the way you will hear my voice!

Timothy: Have a care now with your screeching

would you split the drum of my ear?

Conan: Is it that you have got your hearing?

Timothy: My hearing is it? As good as that I

can hear a lie, and it forming in the mind.

Conan: Is that the truth you're saying?

Timothy: Hear, is it! I can hear every whisper

in this parish and the seven parishes are nearest.

And the little midges roaring in the air.—Let ye

whist now with your sneezing in the draught!

Conan: This is surely the work of the bellows.

Another blast gone!

Rock: So it would be too. Mostly the whole

of them gone and spent. It's hard know in the

morning what way will it be with you at night.

(Sings.)

"I saw from the beach when the morning was

shining

A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on—

came when the sun o'er the beach was declining,

The bark was still there, but the waters were gone."

Timothy: It is yourself brought the misfortune

on me, calling your Druid spells into the house.

Conan: It is not upon you I ever turned it.

Timothy: You have a great wrong done to me!

Mother: It is glad you should be and happy.

Timothy: Happy, is it? Give me a hareskin cap

for to put over my ears, having wool in it very thick!

(Sings.) "Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water,

Break not ye breezes your chain of repose,

While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter

Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.

"When shall the swan, her death-note singing,

Sleep with wings in darkness furl'd?

When will heaven its sweet bells ringing

Call my spirit from this stormy world?"

Mother: Come with me now and I'll be chatting

to you.

Timothy: Why would I be listening to your

blather when I have the voices of the four winds to

be listening to? The night wind, the east wind,

the black wind and the wind from the south!

Conan: Such a thing I never saw before in all

my natural life.

Timothy: To be hearing, without understanding

it, the language of the tribes of the birds! (Puts

hands over ears again.) There's too many sounds

in the world! The sounds of the earth are terrible!

The roots squeezing and jostling one another

through the clefts, and the crashing of the acorn

from the oak. The cry of the little birdeen in

under the silence of the hawk!

Conan: (To Mother.) As it you let it loose

upon him, let you bring him away to some hole or

cave of the earth.

Timothy: It is my desire to go cast myself in

the ocean where there'll be but one sound of its

waves, the fishes in its meadows being dumb!

(Goes to corner and hides his head in a sack.)

Mother: Even so there might likely be a mermaid

playing reels on her silver comb, and yourself

craving after the world you left.

(Sings: Air, "Spailpin Fanach.")

"You think to go from every woe to peace in the

wide ocean,

But you will find your foolish mind repent its

foolish notion.

When dog-fish dash and mermaids splash their

finny tails to find you,

I'll make a bet that you'll regret the world you

left behind you!"

Celia: (Clattering in with broom, etc.) What

are ye doing, coming in this room again after I

having it settled so nice? I'll allow no one in the

place again, only carriage company that will have

no speck of dust upon the sole of their shoe!

Mother: Oh, Celia, there has strange things

happened!

Celia: What I see strange is that some person

has meddled with that hill of ashes on the hearth

and set it flying athrough the air. Is it hens ye

are wishful to be, that would be searching and

scratching in the dust for grains? And this thrown

down in the midst! (Holds up bellows.)

Conan: Give me my bellows!

Mother: No, but give it to me!

Rock and Flannery: Give it to myself!

Timothy: (Looking up, with hands on ears.)

My curse upon it and its work. Little I care if it

goes up with the clouds.

Celia: What in the world wide makes the whole

of ye so eager to get hold of such a thing?

Conan: It has but the one blast left!

(Sings.)

"'Tis the last Rose of Summer

Left blooming alone,

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone.

No flower of her kindred,

No rosebud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes

Or give sigh for sigh!"

Celia: What are you fretting about blasts and

about roses?

Rock: It has a charm on it—

Flannery: To change the world—

Mother: That chedang myself—

Conan: For the worse—

Mother: And Timothy—

Conan: For the worse—

Rock: Myself and Flannery—

Conan: For the worse, for the worse—

Mother: Conan that changed yourself with it—

Conan: For the very worst!

Celia: (To Conan.) Is it riddles, or is it that

you put a spell and a change upon me?

Conan: If I did, it was for your own good!

Celia: Do you call it for my good to set me

running till I have my toes going through my shoes?

(Holds them out.)

Conan: I didn't think to go that length.

Celia: To roughen my hands with soap and

scalding water till they're near as knotted and as

ugly as your own!

Conan: Ah, leave me alone! I tell you it is not

by my own fault. My plan and my purpose that

went astray and that broke down.

Celia: I will not leave you till you'll change me

back to what I was. What way can these hands go

to the dance house to-night? Change me back, I say!

Rock: And me—

Timothy: And myself, that I'll have quiet in my

head again.

Conan: I cannot undo what has been done.

There is no back way.

Timothy: Is there no way at all to come out of

it safe and sane?

Conan: (Shakes head.) Let ye make the best of it.

Flannery: (Sings.) (Air, "I saw from the Beach.")

"Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning

The close of our day, the calm eve of our night.

Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning,

Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light."

Mother: (Who has bellows in her hand.) Stop!

Stop—my mind is travelling backward ...so far

I can hardly reach to it ...but I'll come to it

...the way I'll be changed to what I was before,

and the town and the country wishing me well, I

having got my enough of unfriendly looks and hard

words!

Timothy: Hurry on, Ma'am, and remember, and

take the spell off the whole of us.

Mother: I am going back, back, to the longest

thing that is in my mind and my memory!...

I myself a child in my mother's arms the very day

I was christened....

Conan: Ah, stop your raving!

Mother: Songs and storytelling, and my old

generations laying down news of this spell that is

now come to pass....

Rock: Did they tell what way to undo the

charm?

Mother: You have but to turn the bellows the

same as the smith would turn the anvil, or St.

Patrick turned the stone for fine weather ...

and to blow a blast ...and a twist will come

inside in it and the charm will fall off with that

blast, and undo the work that has been done!

All: Turn it so!

(Cats look over, playing on fiddles "O Johnny, I

hardly knew you," while mother blows on each.)

Timothy: Ha! (Takes hands from ears and puts

one behind his ear.)

Rock: Ha! Where now is my bag? (Turns

out his pockets, unhappy to find them empty.)

Flannery: Ha! (Smiles and holds out umbrella

to Conan, who takes it.)

Mother: (To Celia.) Let you blow a blast on me.

(Celia does so.) Now it's much if I can remember

to blow a blast backward upon yourself!

Celia: Stop a minute! Leave what is in me of

life and of courage till I will blow the last blast is

in the bellows upon Conan.

Conan: Stop that! Do you think to change

and to crow over me. You will not or I'll lay my

curse upon you, unless you would change me into

an eagle would be turning his back upon the whole

of ye, and facing to his perch upon the right hand

of the master of the gods!

Celia: Is it to waste the last blast you would?

Not at all. As we burned the candle we'll burn the

inch! I'll not make two halves of it, I'll give it to

you entirely!

Conan: You will not, you unlucky witch of illwill!

(Protects himself with umbrella.)

Celia: (Having got him to a corner.) Let you

take things quiet and easy from this out, and be as

content as you have been contrary from the very

day and hour of your birth!

(She blows upon him and he sits down smiling.

Mother blows on Celia, and she sits down

in first attitude.)

Celia: (Taking up pigeon.) Oh, there you are

come back my little dove and my darling!

(Sings: "Shule Aroon.")

"Come sit and settle on my knee

And I'll tell you and you'll tell me

A tale of what will never be,

Go-dé-tóu-Mavourneen slan!"

Conan: (Lighting pipe.) So the dove is there,

too. Aristotle said there is nothing at the end but

what there used to be at the beginning. Well now,

what a pleasant day we had together, and what

good neighbours we all are, and what a comfortable

family entirely.

Rock: You would seem to have done with your

complaints about the universe, and your great plan

to change it overthrown.

Conan: Not a complaint! What call have I to

go complaining? The world is a very good world,

the best nearly I ever knew.

(Sings.)

"O, a little cock sparrow he sat on a tree,

O, a little cock sparrow he sat on a tree,

O, a little cock sparrow he sat on a tree,

And he was as happy as happy could be,

With a chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup!

"A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup!

A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup!

A chirrup, a chirrup, a chirrup!

A chirrup, a chirrup, a——!"

CURTAIN

NOTE TO ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

I had begun to put down some notes for this play when in the autumn of 1919 I was suddenly obliged (through the illness and death of the writer who had undertaken it) to take in hand the writing of the "Life and Achievement" of my nephew Hugh Lane, and this filled my mind and kept me hard at work for a year.

When the proofs were out of my hands I turned with but a vague recollection to these notes, and was surprised to find them fuller than they had appeared in my memory, so that the idea was rekindled and the writing was soon begun. And I found a certain rest and ease of mind in having turned from a long struggle (in which, alas, I had been too often worsted) for exactitude in dates and names and in the setting down of facts, to the escape into a world of fantasy where I could create my own. And so before the winter was over the play was put in rehearsal at the Abbey Theatre, and its first performance was on St. Patrick's Day, 1921.

I have been looking at its first scenario, made according to my habit in rough pen and ink sketches, coloured with a pencil blue and red, and the changes from that early idea do not seem to have been very great, except that in the scene where Conan now hears the secret of the hiding-place of the Spell from the talk of the cats, the Bellows had been at that time left beside him by a dwarf from the rath, in his sleep. The cats work better, and I owe their success to the genius of our Stage Carpenter, Mr. Sean Barlow, whose head of the Dragon from my play of that name had been such a masterpiece that I longed to see these other enchanted heads from his hand.

The name of the play in that first scenario was "The Fault-Finder," but my cranky Conan broke from that narrowness. If the play has a moral it is given in the words of the Mother, "It's best make changes little by little, the same as you'd put clothes upon a growing child." The restlessness of the time may have found its way into Conan's mind, or as some critic wrote, "He thinks of the Bellows as Mr. Wilson thought of the League of Nations," and so his disappointment comes. As A.E. writes in "The National Being," "I am sympathetic with idealists in a hurry, but I do not think the world can be changed suddenly by some heavenly alchemy, as St. Paul was smitten by a light from the overworld. Though the heart in us cries out continually, 'Oh, hurry, hurry to the Golden Age,' though we think of revolutions, we know that the patient marshalling of human forces is wisdom.... Not by revolutions can humanity be perfected. I might quote from an old oracle, 'The gods are never so turned away from man as when he ascends to them by disorderly methods.' Our spirits may live in the Golden Age but our bodily life moves on slow feet, and needs the lantern on the path and the staff struck carefully into the darkness before us to see that the path beyond is not a morass, and the light not a will o' the wisp." (But this may not refer to our own Revolution, seeing that has been making a step now and again towards what many judged to be a will o' the wisp through over seven hundred years.)

As to the machinery of the play, the spell was first to have been worked by a harp hung up by some wandering magician, and that was to work its change according to the wind, as it blew from north or south, east or west. But that would have been troublesome in practice, and the Bellows having once entered my mind, brought there I think by some scribbling of the pencil that showed Conan protecting himself with an umbrella, seemed to have every necessary quality, economy, efficiency, convenience.

As to Aristotle, his name is a part of our folklore. The old wife of one of our labourers told me one day, as a bee buzzed through the open door: "Aristotle of the Books was very wise but the bees got the better of him in the end. He wanted to know how did they pack the comb, and he wasted the best part of a fortnight watching them, and he could not see them doing it. Then he made a hive with a glass cover on it and put it over them, and he thought to watch them. But when he went to put his eye to the glass, they had it all covered with wax so that it was as black as the pot, and he was as blind as before. He said he was never rightly killed till then. The bees had him beat that time surely." And Douglas Hyde brought home one day a story from Kilmacduagh bog, in which Aristotle took the place of Solomon, the Wise Man in our tales as well as in those of the East. And he said that as the story grew and the teller became more familiar, the name of Aristotle was shortened to that of Harry.

As to the songs they are all sung to the old Irish airs I give at the end.

A. GREGORY.

August 18, 1921.

THE JESTER

A PLAY IN THREE ACTS

FOR RICHARD

January, 1919

A.G.

PERSONS

The Five Princes.

The Five Wrenboys.

The Guardian of the Princes and Governor of the Island.

The Servant.

The Two Dowager Messengers.

The Ogre.

The Jester.

Two Soldiers.

The Scene is laid in The Island of Hy Brasil, that appears every seven years.

Time: Out of mind.

ACT I

ACT I

Scene: A winter garden, with pots of flowering

trees or fruit-trees. There are books about and

some benches with cushions on them and many

cushions on the ground. The young PRINCES are

sitting or lying at their ease. One is playing

"Home, Sweet Home" on a harp. The

SERVANT—an old man—is standing in the

background.

1st Prince: Here, Gillie, will you please take off

my shoe and see what there is in it that is pressing

on my heel.

Servant: (Taking it off and examining it.) I

see nothing.

1st Prince: Oh, yes, there is something; I have

felt it all the morning. I have been thinking this

long time of taking the shoe off, but I waited for

you.

Servant: All I can find is a grain of poppy seed.

1st Prince: That is it of course—it was enough

to hurt my skin.

2nd Prince: Gillie, there is a mayfly tickling

my cheek. Will you please brush it away.

Servant: I will and welcome. (Fans it off.)

3rd Prince: Just give me, please, that book

that is near my elbow. I cannot reach to it without

taking my hand off my cheek.

Servant: I wouldn't wish you to do that.

(Gives him book.)

4th Prince: Gillie, I think, I am nearly sure,

there is a feather in this cushion that has the quill

in it yet. I feel something hard.

Servant: Give it to me till I will open it and

make a search.

4th Prince: No, wait a while till I am not lying

on it. I will put up with the discomfort till then.

5th Prince: Would it give you too much trouble,

Gillie, when you waken me in the morning, to

come and call me three times, so that I can have

the joy of dropping off again?

Servant: Why wouldn't I? And there is a

thing I would wish to know. There will be a

supper laid out here this evening for the Dowager

Messengers that are coming to the Island, and I

would wish to provide for yourselves whatever

food would be pleasing to you.

1st Prince: It is too warm for eating. All I

will ask is a few grapes from Spain.

2nd Prince: A mouthful of jelly in a silver

spoon ...or in the shape of a little castle with

towers. When will the Lady Messengers be here?

Servant: Not before the fall of day.

2nd Prince: The time passes so quietly and

peaceably it does not feel like a year and a day since

they came here before.

Servant: No wonder the time to pass easy and

quiet where you are, with comfort all around you,

and nothing to mark its course, and every season

feeling the same as another, within the glass walls

and the crystal roof of this place. And the old

Queen, your godmother, sending her own Chamberlain

to take charge of you, and to be your Guardian,

and Governor of the Island. Sure, the wind

itself must slacken coming to this sheltered place.

3rd Prince: That is a great thing. I would

not wish the rough wind to be blowing upon me.

4th Prince: Or the dust to be rising and coming

in among us to spoil our suits.

5th Prince: Or to be walking out on the hard

roads, or climbing over stone walls, or tearing

ourselves in hedges.

1st Prince: That is the reason we were sent

here by the Queen, our Godmother, in place of

being sent to any school. To be kept safe and

secure.

2nd Prince: Not to be running here and there

like our own poor five first cousins, that used to

be slipping out and rambling in their young youth,

till they were swallowed up by the sea.

3rd Prince: It was maybe by some big fish of

the sea.

2nd Prince: It might be they were brought

away by sea-robbers coming in a ship.

3rd Prince: Foolish they were and very foolish

not to stay in peace and comfort in the house where

they were safe.

Servant: There is no fear of ye stirring from

where you are, having every whole thing ye can

wish.

4th Prince: Here is the Guardian coming!

(They all rise.)

Guardian: (A very old man, much encumbered

with wraps, coming slowly in.) Are you all here,

all the five of you?

All: We are here!

Guardian: (Standing, leaning on a stick, to

address them.) It's a pity that these being holidays,

your teachers and tutors are far away.

Gone off afloat in a cedar boat to a College of

Learning out in Cathay.

1st Prince: It's a pity indeed they're not here

to-day.

Guardian: For it's likely you looked in your

almanacs, or judged by the shape of the lessening

moon, That your Godmother's Dowager Messengers are

due to arrive this afternoon.

2nd Prince: We did and we think they'll be

here very soon.

Guardian: But I know they'll be glad that each

royal lad, put under my rule in place of a school,

Can fashion his life without trouble or strife, and

be shielded from care in a nice easy chair.

3rd Prince: As we always are and we always

were.

Guardian: It is part of my knowledge that lads

in a college, and made play one and all with a bat

and a ball,

Come often to harm with a knock on the arm,

and their hands get as hard as the hands of a clown.

4th Prince: But ours are as soft as thistledown.

Guardian: And I've seen young princes not

far from your age, go chasing beasts on a winter day,

And carted home with a broken bone, and a

yard of a doctor's bill to pay;

Or going to sail in the teeth of a gale, when the

waves were rising mountains high,

Or fall from a height that was near out of sight,

robbing rooks from their nest in a poplar tree.

5th Prince: (To another.) But that never

happened to you or me.

Guardian: Or travelling far to a distant war,

with battles and banners rilling their mind,

And creeping back like a crumpled sack, content

if they'd left no limbs behind.

1st Prince: But we'll have nothing to do with

that, but stop at home with an easy mind.

Guardian: (Sitting down.) That's right. And

now I would wish you to say over some of your

tasks, to make ready for the Dowager Messengers,

that they may bring back a good report to the

Queen, your Godmother.

1st Prince: We'll do that. We would wish to be

a credit to you, sir, and to our teachers.

Guardian: Say out now some little piece of

Latin; that one that is my favourite.

1st Prince:

Aere sub gelido nullus rosa fundit odores,

Ut placeat tellus, sole calesce Dei.

Guardian: Say out the translation.

2nd Prince: Beneath a chilly blast the rose,

loses its sweet, and scentless blows;

If you would have earth keep its charm, stop

in the sunshine and keep warm.

Guardian: Very good. Now your history book;

you were learning of late some genealogies of kings,

might suit your Godmother.

3rd Prince:

William the First as the Conqueror known

At the Battle of Hastings ascended the throne,

His Acts were all made in the Norman tongue

And at eight every evening the curfew was rung

When each English subject by royal desire

Extinguished his candle and put out his fire.

He bridled the kingdom with forts round the Border

And the Tower of London was built by his order.

2nd Prince:

William called Rufus from having red hair,

Of virtues possessed but a moderate share,

But though he was one whom we covetous call,

He built the famed structure called Westminster Hall.

Walter Tyrrell his favourite, when hunting one day,

Attempted a deer with an arrow to slay,

But missing his aim, shot the King to the heart

And the body was carried away in a cart.

Guardian: That will do. You have that very

well in your memory. Now let me hear the

grammar lesson.

3rd Prince:

A noun's the name of anything

As school or garden, hoop or swing.

Guardian: Very good, go on.

4th Prince:

Adjectives tell the kind of noun

As strong or pretty, white or brown.

5th Prince:

Conjunctions join the nouns together

As men and children, wind or weather.

Guardian: It will be very useful to you to have

that so well grafted in your mind.... What

noise is that outside?

Servant: It is some strolling people.

1st Prince: Oh, Guardian, let them come in.

We will do our work all the better if we have some

amusement now.

Guardian: Maybe so. I am well pleased when

amusements come to our door, that you can see

without going outside the walls.

(A Jester enters in very ragged green clothes

and broken shoes.)

But this is a very ragged looking man. Do you

know anything about him, Gillie?

Servant: I seen him one time before.... At

the time of the earthquake out in Foreign. A mad

jester he was. A tramp class of a man. (To Jester.)

Where is it you stop?

Jester: Where do I stop? Where would I be

but everywhere, like the bad weather. I stop in

no place, but going through the whole roads of

the world.

Guardian: What brought you in here?

Jester: Hearing questions going on, and answers.

I am well able to give help in that. It's

not long since I was giving instruction to the sons

of the King of Babylon. Here now is a question.

How many ladders would it take to reach to the

moon?

1st Prince: It should be a great many.

2nd Prince: I give it up.

Jester: One ...if it is long enough! Which

is it easier to spell, ducks or geese?

3rd Prince: Ducks I suppose because it's shorter.

Jester: Not at all but geese. Do you know

why? Because it is spelled with ees. Tell me

now, can you spell pup backwards?

4th Prince: P-u-p....

Jester: Not at all.

4th Prince: But it is.

Jester: No, that is pup straight forwards....

Can you run back and forwards at the same time?

4th Prince: Answer it yourself so.

Jester: You would be as wise as myself then.

But I'll show you some tricks. Look at these

three straws on my hand. Will I be able to blow

two of them away, and the other to stay in its place?

5th Prince: They would all blow away.

Jester: Look now. Puff! (He has put his

finger on the middle one.) Now is it possible?

5th Prince: It is easy when you know the way.

Jester: That is so with all knowledge. Can you

wag one ear and keep the other quiet?

1st Prince: Nobody can do that.

Jester: (Wagging one ear with his finger.) There,

now you see I have done it! There's more learning

than is taught in books. Wait now and I'll give

you out a song I'll engage you never heard. (Sings

or repeats.)

It's I can rhyme you out the joy

That's ready for a lively boy.

Cuchulain flung a golden ball

And followed it where it would fall,

And when they counted him a child

He took the flying swans alive.

And Finn was given hares to mind

Till he outran them and the wind;

And he could swim and overtake

The wild duck swimming on the lake.

Osgar's young music was to thwack

The enemy and drive him back....

Guardian: That's enough now. I have no

fancy for that class of song. What other amusements

are there?

Servant: There are the Wrenboys are come here

at the end of their twelve days' funning.

Jester: That's it! The Wrenboys; a rambling

troop; rambling the world like myself. I will make

place for them. The old must give way to the

young.

(He goes and sits down in a corner, munching

a crust and dozing.)

Servant: Come in here let ye, and show what

ye can do!

(Wrenboys come in playing a fife. They are

wearing little masks and are dressed in

ragged tunics; they carry drum and, fife,

and stand in a line.)

All Five Wrenboys: (Together.)

The wren, the wren, the King of all birds,

On Stephen's Day was caught in the furze.

Although he's small his family's great,

Rise up kind gentry and give us a treat!

(Rub-a-tub-tub-tub, on the drum.)

Down with the kettle and up with the pan

And give us money to bury the wren!

(Rub-a-tub.)

We followed him twenty miles since morn,

The Wrenboys are all tattered and torn.

From Kyle-na-Gno we started late

And here we are at this grand gate!

(Rub-a-tub.)

He dipped his wing in a barrel of beer—

We wish you all a Happy New Year!

Give us now money to buy him a bier

And if you don't, we'll bury him here!

(Rub-a-tub, and fife.)

(Princes laugh and clap hands.)

1st Prince: That is very good.

2nd Prince: We must give them some money to

bury the wren!

Guardian: Come on then and I will give you

some. They will be glad of it. Play now the

harp as you go.

(Princes go off playing, "Home, Sweet Home."

The Wrenboys sit down.)

1st Wrenboy: It is likely we'll get good treatment.

Jester: (Coming forward.) Ye should be tired.

2nd Wrenboy: We should be, but that we have

our feet well soled,—with the dust of the road!

3rd Wrenboy: If walking could tire us we might

be tired. But we're as well pleased to be moving,

where we have no house or home that you'll call a

house or a home.

Jester: That's not so with those young princes.

Wouldn't you be well pleased if ye could change

places with them? (He goes back to his corner.)

4th Wrenboy: They are lovely kind young

princes. I was near in dread they might set the

dogs at us.

5th Wrenboy: They would do that if they

knew the Ogre had sent us to spy out the place

for him.

1st Wrenboy: It failed us to see what he wanted

us to see. It is likely he will beat us, when we go

back, with his cat-o'-nine-tails.

2nd Wrenboy: Wouldn't it be good if we could

do as that Jester was saying and change places with

those sons of kings! They that can lie in the

sunshine on soft pillows.

3rd Wrenboy: They that can use food when they

ask it, and not have to wait till they can find it,

or steal it, or get it what way they can.

3rd Wrenboy: And not to be waiting till you'll

hear a rabbit squealing, with the teeth of a weasel

in his neck.

4th Wrenboy: And the weasel when you take

it to be spitting poison at you, the same as a serpent.

5th Wrenboy: It would be a nice thing to be

eating sweet red apples in place of the green crabs.

1st Wrenboy: Or to be maybe sucking marrow-bones.

2nd Wrenboy: It is likely they are as airy and

as careless as the blackbird singing on the bush.

3rd Wrenboy: It's likely they go following after

foxes on horses, having huntsmen and beagles at

their feet.

4th Wrenboy: Or go out sporting and fowling

with their greyhound and with their gun.

5th Wrenboy: Or matching fighting cocks.

1st Wrenboy: It's likely they lead a gentleman's

life, card-playing and eating and drinking, and

racing with jockeys in speckled clothes.

2nd Wrenboy: Their brooches were shining like

green fire, the same as a marten cat's eyes. They

have everything finer than another.

3rd Wrenboy: Their faces as clean as a linen

sheet. Their hair as if combed with a silver comb.

4th Wrenboy: There is no one to so much as

put a clean shirt on ourselves.

5th Wrenboy: (Rubbing his hand.) I never

felt uneasy at the dirt that is grinted into me till

I saw them so nice.

1st Wrenboy: That music they were playing

put me in mind of some far thing. It is dreamed

to me, and it is never leaving my mind, that there

is something I remember in the long ago ...

music in a house that was as bright as the moon,

or as the brightest night of stars.

5th Wrenboy: Whisht! They are coming!

(The Princes come back.)

1st Prince: Here are coppers for you.

2nd Prince: And white money.

3rd Prince: And here is a piece of gold.

3rd Wrenboy: We are thankful to you! We'll

bury the Wren in grand style now!

4th Prince: Have you far to go?

1st Wrenboy: Not very far if it was a straight

road. But it is through the forest we go, beyond

the lake.

2nd Wrenboy: We will hardly be there before

the moon rises.

1st Prince: Are you afraid in the night time?

2nd Wrenboy: I am not. But I've seen a great

deal of strange things at that time.

2nd Prince: What sort of things?

2nd Wrenboy: Fairies you'd see.

3rd Prince: Are there such things?

2nd Wrenboy: One night I was attending a pot-still,

roasting oats for to make still-whiskey, and I

seen hares coming out of the wood, by fours and by

sixes, and they as thin as thin....

3rd Wrenboy: Hares are the biggest fairies of all.

4th Wrenboy: And down by the sea I met a

weasel bringing up a fish in his mouth from the

tide. And I often seen seals there, seals that are

enchanted and look like humans, and will hold up

a hand the same as a Christian.

5th Wrenboy: I that saw a hedgehog running

up the side of a mountain as swift as a racehorse.

1st Wrenboy: It's the moonlight is the only time!

1st Prince: I never saw the moon but through

a window.

1st Wrenboy: That's the time to go ramble.

(He chants.)

You'll see the crane in the water standing,

And never landing a fish, for fright,

For he can but shiver seeing in the river

His shadow shaking in the bright moonlight.

2nd Wrenboy: Or you may listen to the plover's whistle,

When high above him the wild geese screech;

Or the mallard flying, as the night is dying,

His neck out-stretched towards the salt sea beach.

3rd Wrenboy: When dawn discloses the oak and shows us

The wide sky whitening through the scanty ash,

High in the beeches the furry creatures,

Squirrel and marten lightly pass.

4th Wrenboy:

The badger scurries to find his burrow

The rabbit hurries to hide underground.

5th Wrenboy:

The pigeon rouses the thrush that drowses,

The woods awaken and the world goes round!

1st Wrenboy: Come now, it's time to be taking

the road. Thank you, noble Gentlemen! That

you may be doing the same thing this day fifty years!

(They go off playing fife and beating drum.)

1st Prince: I would nearly wish to be in their

place to go through the world at large.

2nd Prince: They can go visit strange cities,

sailing in white-sailed ships.

3rd Prince: They have no lessons to learn.

4th Prince: No hours to keep. No clocks to

strike.

5th Prince: No Lady Messengers coming to

show off to.

1st Prince: They should be as merry as midges.

2nd Prince: As free as the March wind.

3rd Prince: I don't know how we stopped so

long shut up in this place.

4th Prince: I would be nearly ready to change

places with them if such a thing were possible.

Jester: (Who has had his back to them comes

forward; the Princes stand on his right in a half

circle.) And why wouldn't you change?

5th Prince: It is a thing not possible.

Jester: I never could know the meaning of that

word "impossible." Where there's a will there's

a way.

1st Prince: It seems to me like the sound of a

bell ringing a long way off, that I had leave at one

time to go here and there.

Jester: If you are in earnest wanting to come to

that freedom again you will get it.

2nd Prince: No, we would be followed and

brought back through kindness.

Jester: If you have the strong wish to make

the change you can make it.

1st Prince: I think I was never so much in

earnest in all my life.

(The Jester takes his pipe and plays a note

on it. The Wrenboys come back beating

their drum. They stand in a half circle

on Jester's left.)

Jester: (To all.)

If it's true ye wish to change,

Some to have a wider range,

Some to have an easy life,

Some to rove into the wild,

If you do it, do it fast,

Do it while you have the chance.

Wrenboys: (Together.) We will change! We will!

Jester: (To Princes.)

If you wish to leave your ease

And live wild and free like these

Like the fawn free and wild,

Not closed in as is a child,

Take your chance as it has come,

Let you run and run and run,

Where you'll get your joy and fun!

2nd Prince: They will know us, they will know us!

Jester: Change your clothes, change your clothes!

3rd Prince: They will know us every place.

Jester: Put their masks upon your face.

(Wrenboys give them the masks.)

You never will be missed

For I will throw a dust

Before everybody's eye

That wants to look or pry

To see if you are here,—

And if you should appear

To be someway strange or queer

They will think themselves are blind

Or confused in the mind!

(Throws a handful of dust over all the boys.)

Dust of Mullein, work your spell;

Keep the double secret well!

5th Prince: (To a Wrenboy.)

Give me here your coat now fast

I don't want to be the last.

(They all rapidly change coats and caps.)

Jester: That will do, that is enough.

1st Wrenboy: But my hands are very rough.

Jester:

Never mind; never mind,

The truth is hard to find!

Guardian: (Off stage.) Gillie, do as you are

told, shut the door, it's getting cold.

1st Prince: Oh, I'm in dread! What will be

said!

2nd Prince: I'd sooner stay in my old way!

Jester:

Never mind, never mind!

The truth is hard to find!

Keep steady. Are you ready?

1st Wrenboy: I'll be ashamed if I am blamed.

2nd Wrenboy: I have no grace or lovely face!

Jester: (To Princes.) Too late, too late! Go

out the gate!

(The Princes have taken up fife and drum.

They march out playing.)

CURTAIN

ACT II

ACT II

SCENE I

(A front scene. A poor hut or tent, the

Princes are coming in slowly, some limping.

They are in Wrenboys' clothes and the

masks are in their hands.)

1st Prince: This should be the hut where the

Wrenboys told us to come.

2nd Prince: It is a poor looking place.

3d Prince: It is good to have any place to sit

down in for a while. My back is aching.

4th Prince: My feet are all scratched and torn.

There are blisters rising.

5th Prince: I thought we would never come to

the end of the road. The stones by the lake were

so hard and so sharp.

1st Prince: It was a root of a tree I fell over

that made these bruises on my knees. I was

watching a hawk that was still and quiet up in the

air, and when it made a swoop all of a sudden

I stumbled and fell.

2nd Prince: It was in slipping where the rocks

are high I gave this twist to my arm. I can hardly

move it.

3rd Prince: But wasn't the sight of the sunset

splendid over the lake? And the hills so blue!

4th Prince: I like the tall trees best. I tried

to climb up one of them, but it was so smooth I

did but slip and fall.

1st Prince: I would wish to walk as far as the

hills, and to have a view of the ocean that is beyond.

5th Prince: I am hungry. I wonder where we

will get our supper.

4th Prince: Not in this place, anyway, it must

be making ready in some big guesthouse.

3rd, Prince: What will they give us, I wonder?

2nd Prince: I wish we had in our hand what

they have ready for us at home.

1st Prince: What use would it be to us? Do

you remember what we asked to be given, some

jellies and a few grapes? It is not that much

would satisfy me now.

2nd Prince: Indeed it would not. I never felt

so sharp a hunger in my longest memory.

3rd Prince: It is roasted meat I would wish for.

4th Prince: There were pigeons in the tall

trees. They will maybe give us a pigeon pie.

5th Prince: I would be content with a plate of

minced turkey with poached eggs.

1st Prince: I would sooner have a roasted

chicken, with bread sauce.

2nd Prince: Be quiet.... I think I hear someone

coming! (Looks out.)

3rd Prince: (Looking out.) I see him. He is not

a right man ...he is very strange looking....

4th Prince: (Looking out.) Oh! It is an Ogre!

A Grugach!

(All shrink back and hurriedly put on masks.)

Ogre: (Coming in: he wears a frightful mask, has

red hair and a cloak of rough skins and carries a

whip with many lashes.) What makes ye late to-night,

ye young schemers? What was it delayed

ye? Lagging along the road.

1st Prince: We came as fast as we could. It

was getting dusk in the wood.

Ogre: Dusk, good morrow to you! I'll dusk

ye! I had a mind to go after ye and to change

myself into the form of a wolf, and catch a hold of

ye with my long sharp teeth!

2nd Prince: We did not know there was any

great hurry.

Ogre: There is always hurry when you are on

my messages. What did I bring you away from

your own house for and put ye on the shaughraun

for and keep ye wandering, if it was not to be

serviceable and helpful to myself. Show me now

what ye have in your pocket or your bag.

3rd Prince: This is all we got in the bag. (Holds

it out.) It is but very little.

Ogre: (Turning it out and counting it.) Coppers!

Silver! What is this? A piece of gold! Is that

what ye call little? What notions ye have! Take

care did ye keep any of it back! If ye did I'll

skin ye with the lash of my cat-o'-nine-tails.

(Shakes it.)

4th Prince: That is all we got. It should maybe

pay for our supper in some place.

Ogre: What supper? To go buy supper with

my money! It will go to add to my store of

treasure in the cave that is under ground.

5th Prince: We are hungry, very hungry. When

will the supper be ready?

Ogre: It will be ready whenever ye will ready

it for yourselves. Ye should know that by this time.

1st Prince: We would make it ready if we were

acquainted with the way.

Ogre: It is gone cracked ye are? What is it

ye are thinking to get for your supper? What

ailed ye that ye didn't climb a tree and suck a few

pigeon's eggs?

2nd Prince: We were thinking of a pigeon pie.

Ogre: A what!!!

2nd Prince: A pigeon pie.

Ogre: Hurry on then making your pigeon pie!

There are pigeons enough there in the corner, that

a hawk that is my carrier brought me in a while

ago. And there's a pike that was in the lake these

hundred years, an otter is after leaving at my door.

3rd Prince: (Taking a pigeon.) I don't think

this is a right pigeon.

4th Prince: Pigeons in a pie are not the pigeons

that have feathers.

5th Prince: (To Ogre.) Please, sir, where can

we find pigeons without feathers, that are trussed

on a silver skewer?

Ogre: Aye? What's that?

1st Prince: Never mind. You'll anger him.

Maybe we can pull the feathers off these. I have

read of plucking a pigeon in our books. (They

begin to pluck.)

2nd Prince: It is very hard work.

3rd Prince: I never knew feathers could stick

in so hard.

4th Prince: The more we pull out the more

there would seem to be left.

5th Prince: It will be a feather pie we will be

getting in the end.

1st Prince: (Throwing it down.) It is no use.

We might work at it to-day and to-morrow and be

no nearer to a finish.

2nd Prince: The pike might be better.

3rd Prince: It has no feathers anyway.

4th Prince: (Touching it.) It is raw and bleeding!

5th Prince: We might roast it.

1st Prince: The fire is black out.

2nd Prince: I wonder what way can we kindle it?

3rd Prince: Better ask him. (Points to Ogre.)

2nd Prince: Please, sir, what way can we kindle

the fire?

Ogre: What!

4th Prince: We would wish to light the fire.

Ogre: Well, do so.

5th Prince: If we had a box of matches....

Ogre: Matches! What are you talking about?

Matches won't be invented for the next seven

hundred years.

1st Prince: What can we do then, we are starving

with hunger.

Ogre: Let ye blow a breath upon a coal under

the ashes, and bring in small sticks from the wood.

2nd Prince: (Blowing.) The ashes are choking me.

Ogre: Very good. Then you'll put no delay

on me, waiting till you'll cook your supper.

3rd Prince: Where can we get it then?

Ogre: You'll go without it, as you were too

helpless to catch it, or to dress it, there's no one

will force you to eat it.

4th Prince: If there is nothing for us to eat we

had best pass the time in sleep.

5th Prince: I am all covered with ashes and

dirt. (To Ogre.) Please, where can I find a towel

and a piece of soap?

Ogre: Soap! Is it bewitched ye are or demented

in the head? Did ever anyone hear of

soap unless of a Saturday night? Letting on to be

as dainty and as useless as those young princes

beyond, that are kept closed up in a tower of glass.

Come on now. If there is no food that suits you,

leave it. It is time for us to get to work.

1st Prince: But it is bed-time.

Ogre: Your bed-time is the time when I have

no more use for you. Don't you know I have

made a plan? What was it I sent you for, spying

out that place of the young princes? Wasn't it

to see where is it that treasure is kept, the golden-handled

sword of Justice that is used by the

Guardian when he turns Judge.

2nd Prince: That is kept in the Courthouse.

Ogre: That's right ...in what part of it?

3rd Prince: What do you want it for?

Ogre: I have it in my mind this long time to

get and to keep it in my cave under ground, along

with the rest of my treasures that are in charge of

my two enchanted cats. I have had near enough

of grubbing for gold with a pick in the clefts and

crannies of the earth. It is time for me to find

some rest, and get into my hand what is ready

worked and smelted and purified. We are going

to that Courthouse to-night. If we cannot get in

at the door, I will put ye in at the window and ye

can open the door to myself. I will find out

where the sword is, and away with us, and it in

my hand.

4th Prince: But that would be stealing.

Ogre: What else would it be?

4th Prince: But that is wrong. It is against the law.

Ogre: The law! That is the Judge's trade.

Breaking it is mine.

5th Prince: Ask him for it and maybe he will

give it to you, he is so kind.

Ogre: I'll take no charity! What I get I'll

earn by taking it. I would feel no pleasure it being

given to me, any more than a huntsman would

take pleasure being made a present of a dead fox,

in place of getting a run across country after it.

Come on now! We'll have the moon wasted.

We'll hardly get there before the dawn of day.

1st Prince: Whatever time you get there the

Guardian will be awake. There is a cock of Denmark

perched on the curtain rod of his bed,

specially to waken him if there is any stir.

Ogre: There is, is there? What a fool you

think me to be. Do you see that pot?

2nd Prince: We do see it.

Ogre: Look what there is in it.

3rd Prince: Nothing but a few bare bones.

Ogre: Well, that is all that is left of the Judge's

cock of Denmark, that was brought to me awhile

ago by a fox that is my messenger, and that I have

boiled and ate and devoured.

All the Princes: O! O! O!

Ogre: (Cracking his whip.) He was boiled in

the little pot. Come on now and lead the way, or

I give you my word it is in the big pot your own

bones will be making broth for my breakfast in the

morning! (Cracks whip.) Now, right about face!

Quick march!

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SCENE II

(The Winter Garden, evening. The Servant

settling benches and a table.)

Guardian: (Coming in.) Are the Dowager

Messengers come? They are late.

Servant: They are come. They are at the

looking-glasses settling themselves.

Guardian: As soon as they are ready you will

call in the Princes for their examination before

them, and their tasks.

Servant: I will.

Guardian: The Messengers will have a good

report to bring back of them. They have come

to be good scholars, in poetry, in music, in languages,

in history, in numbers and all sorts. The

old Queen-Godmother will be well satisfied with

their report.

Servant: She might and she might not.

Guardian: They would be hard to please if they

are not well pleased with the lads, as to learning

and as to manners and behaviour.

Servant: Maybe so. Maybe so. There are

strange things in the world.

Guardian: You're in bad humour, my poor

Gillie. Have you been quarrelling with the cook,

or did you get up on the wrong side of your

bed?

Servant: There is times when it is hard not to

be in a bad humour.

Guardian: What are you grumbling and hinting at?

Servant: There's times when it's hard to believe

that witchcraft is gone out of the world.

Guardian: That is a thing that has been done

away with in this Island through my government,

and through enlightenment and through learning.

Servant: Maybe so. Maybe so.

Guardian: I suppose a three-legged chicken has

come out of the shell, or a magpie has come before

you in your path? Or maybe some token in the

stars?

Servant: It would take more than that to put

me astray.

Guardian: Whatever it is you had best tell it out.

Servant: To see lads of princes, sons of kings,

and the makings of kings, that were mannerly and

well behaved and as civil as a child a few hours

ago, to be sitting in a corner at one time as if in

dread of the light, and tricking and fooling and

grabbing at other times.

Guardian: Oh, is that all! The poor lads.

They're out of their habits because of their Godmother's

Messengers coming. They are making

merry and funning, thinking there might be

messages for them or presents.

Servant: Funning is natural. But blowing their

nose with their fingers is not natural.

Guardian: High spirits. Just to torment you

in their joy.

Servant: To get a bit of chalk, and to make

marks in the Hall of dancing, and to go playing

hop-scotch.

Guardian: High spirits, high spirits! I never

saw boys better behaved or more gentle or with

more sweetness of speech. I am thinking there is

not one among them but will earn the name of

Honey-mouth.

Servant: Have it your own way. But is it a

natural thing, I am asking, for the finger nails to

make great growth in one day?

Guardian: Stop, stop, be quiet. Here now are

the Dowager Messengers. (Two old ladies in

travelling costume appear; bowing low to them.)

You are welcome for the sake of her that sent you,

and for your own sakes.

1st Dowager Messenger: We are come from the

Court of the Godmother Queen, for news of the

Princes now in your charge;

She hopes they have manners, are minded well,

and never let run at large;

For she never has yet got over the fret, of their

five little cousins were swept away.

Guardian: Let your mind be at ease, for you'll

be well pleased with the youngsters you're going

to see to-day.

They're learning the laws to speak and to pause—

may be orators then, or Parliament men.

2nd Dowager Messenger: Are they shielded from

harm?

Guardian:

In my sheltering arm;

Do their work and their play in a mannerly way

And go holding their nose, and tipped on their

toes,

If they pass through a street, that they'll not soil

their feet.

2nd Dowager Messenger: And next to good

manners and next to good looks ...

Guardian:

I know what you'll say ...she asks news of the cooks;

I'm with her in putting them equal to books;

There's some rule by coaxing and some rule by beating,

But my principle is, tempt them on with good eating.

When everything's said, isn't Sparta as dead

As many a place never heard of black bread?

And as to a lad who a tartlet refuses,—

If Cato stewed parsnips he hated the Muses!

1st Dowager Messenger: And at meals are they

taught to behave as they ought?

Guardian:

You'll be well satisfied and the Queen will have pride,

You will see every Prince use a fork with his mince,

And eating his peas like Alcibiades,

Who would sooner go mute than play on the flute

Lest it made him grimace and contorted his face.

1st Dowager Messenger: Oh, all that you say

delights us to-day!

We'll have good news to bring of these sons of

a king.

Servant: Here they are now coming.

(Wrenboys in Princes' clothes come in awkwardly.)

Guardian:

Now put out a chair.

Where these ladies may hear.

Come over, my boys ...(Now what is that noise?)

Come here, take your places, and show us your

faces,

And say out your task as these ladies will ask.

I would wish them to know how you say Parlez-vous,

And I'd like you to speak in original Greek

And make numeration, and add up valuation;

But to lead you with ease and on by degrees

In case you are shy in the visitors' eye

I will let you recite, as you easily might,

The kings of that Island that no longer are silent

But ask recognition and to take a position—

(Though if stories are true they ran about blue,

While we in Hy-Brasil wore our silks to a frazzle—)

So the rhymes you may say that I heard you to-day;

And the opening will fall on the youngest of all.

Servant: Let you stand up now and do as you

are bid. (Touches 5th Wrenboy.)

Guardian: Go on, my child, say out your lesson.

William the First as the Conqueror known....

(Boy puts finger in mouth and hangs his head.)

Ah, he is shy. Don't be affrighted, go on now;

don't you remember it?

5th Wrenboy: I do not.

Guardian: Try it again now. You said it off

quite well this morning.

5th Wrenboy: It fails me.

Guardian: Now I will give you a start: "William

the First as the Conqueror known,

At the Battle of Hastings ascended the throne

..." Say that now.

5th Wrenboy: (Nudging 4th.) Let you word it.

4th Wrenboy: (To Guardian.) Let you word it

again, sir.

Guardian: "William the First as the Conqueror

known."

4th Wrenboy: William the First as the congereel

known....

Guardian: What is that? You would not do

it to vex me! Gillie is maybe right. There is

something strange.... (To another.) You may

try now. Go on to the next verse. "William

called Rufus from having red hair." ...(He does

not answer.) Say it anyone who knows....

3rd Wrenboy: (Putting up his hand.) I know

a man that has red hair!

All the Wrenboys: (Cheerfully) So do I! So

do I!

2nd Wrenboy: He lives in the wood beyond!

He is no way good! He is an Ogre, a Grugach....

1st Wrenboy: He can turn himself into the shape

of a beast, or he can change his face at any time;

sometimes he'll be that wicked you would think

he was a wolf; he would skin you with his cat-o'-nine-tails!

Guardian: What gibberish are you talking?

2nd Wrenboy: He goes working underground to

get gold!

3rd Wrenboy: It is minded by enchanted cats!

4th Wrenboy: They would tear in bits anyone

that would find it!

Guardian: Now take care, lads, this is carrying

a joke too far. I was wrong to begin with that

silly history. Tell me out now the parts of speech.

"A noun's the name of anything

As school or garden, hoop or swing."

5th Wrenboy: An owl's the name of anything....

Guardian: A noun.

5th Wrenboy: An owl.

Guardian: Don't pretend you don't know it.

5th Wrenboy: I do know it. I know an owl

that sits in the cleft of the hollow sycamore and

eats its fill of mice, till it can hardly put a stir

out of itself.

Guardian: I do wish you would stop talking

nonsense.

1st Wrenboy: It is not, but sense. It devoured

ere yesterday a whole fleet of young rats.

2nd Wrenboy: It's as wise as King Solomon.

Guardian: Gillie was right. There is surely

something gone wrong in their heads.

2nd Wrenboy: Go out yourself and you'll see are

we wrong in the head! Inside in the old sycamore

he is sitting through the daylight.

1st Dowager Messenger: There is something gone

wrong in somebody's head.

2nd Dowager Messenger: (Tapping her forehead.)

The poor Guardian; he is too long past his youth.

It is well we came to look how things were going

before it is too late.

1st Dowager Messenger: Ask them to say something

they do know.

Guardian: Here, you're good at arithmetic, say

now your numbers.

1st Wrenboy: Twelve coppers make a shilling.

I never handled more than that.

Guardian: (Angrily.) Well, do as the lady said,

tell us something you do know.

2nd Wrenboy: (Standing up, excited.) I know

the way to make bird-lime, steeping willow rods in

the stream....

3rd Wrenboy: I know how to use my fists; I

knocked a tinker bigger than myself.

4th Wrenboy: I am the best at wrestling. I

knocked himself. (Pointing at 3rd.)

5th Wrenboy: I that can skin a fawn after

catching him running!

2nd Dowager Messenger. Where now did you get

that learning?

5th Wrenboy: Here and there, rambling the

woods, sleeping out at night. I would never

starve in any place where grass grows!

1st Dowager Messenger: This is worse than

neglect. The poor old Guardian the Queen put

her trust in must be in his dotage.

Guardian: (Hastily.) Here, there is at least one

thing you will not fail in. Take the harp (hands

it to the 1st Wrenboy) and draw out of it sweet

sounds, (To Dowager Messengers.) He can play

a tune so sweet it has been known to send all the

hearers into a sound sleep. Here now, touch the

strings with all your skill.

(1st Wrenboy bangs harp, making a crash.)

2nd Dowager Messenger: (With hands to ears.)

Mercy! Our poor ears!

1st Dowager Messenger: That is the poorest

music we have ever heard.

2nd Dowager Messenger: That sound would send

no one into their sleep. It would be more likely

to send them into Bedlam.

1st Dowager Messenger: Whatever they knew

last year, they have forgotten it all now.

Guardian: (Weeping into his handkerchief.) I

don't know what has come upon them! At noon

they were the most charming lads in the whole

world. Their memory seems to have left

them!

2nd Dowager Messenger: It is as if another

memory had come to them. They did not learn

those wild tricks shut up in the garden.

Servant: (To Boys.) Can't ye behave nice and

not ugly? (To Guardian.) You would not believe

me a while ago. I said and I say still there is

enchantment on them, and spells.

Guardian: Oh, I would be sorry to think such

a thing. But they never went on this way in their

greenest youth.

2nd Dowager Messenger: If there is a spell upon

them what way can it be taken off?

Servant: It is what I always heard, that to make

a rod of iron red in the fire, and to burn the enchantment

out of them is the only way.

Guardian: Oh, boys, do you hear that! You

would not like to be burned with a red hot rod!

Say out now what at all is the matter with you?

What is it you feel within you that is putting you

from your gentle ways?

1st Wrenboy: The thing that I feel in me is

hunger. The thing I would wish to feel inside me

is a good fistful of food.

1st Dowager Messenger: They have been starved

and stinted! It would kill their Godmother on

the moment if she was aware of that!

Guardian: It is a part of their playgame. They

have everything they ask.

2nd Wrenboy: I did not eat a farthing's worth

since yesterday.

3rd Wrenboy: My teeth are rusty with the want

of food!

4th Wrenboy: I want some dinner!

5th Wrenboy: We want something to eat!

Guardian: Give them whatever you have ready

for them, Gillie.

Servant: (Giving the plates.) Here is the supper

ye gave orders for this morning.

1st Wrenboy: What is it at all?

Servant: It is your choice thing. Jellies and

grapes from Spain.

2nd Wrenboy: (Pushing away grapes) Berries!

I thought to get better than berries from the bush.

3rd Wrenboy: There's not much satisfaction in

berries!

4th Wrenboy: If it was a pig's foot now; or as

much as a potato with a bit of dripping.

5th Wrenboy: (Looking at jelly.) What now is

this? It has like the appearance of frog spawn.

1st Wrenboy; Or the leavings of a fallen star.

5th Wrenboy: Shivering it is and shaking. It's

not natural! (Drops his plate.)

4th Wrenboy: There is nothing here to satisfy

our need.

2nd. Dowager Messenger: I am nearly sorry for

them, poor youngsters. When they were but little

toddlers they never behaved like that at home.

3rd Wrenboy: It's the starvingest place ever I

was in!

1st Dowager Messenger: There must be something

in what they say. They would not ask for

food if they were not in need of it. And the

Guardian making so much talk about his table and

his cooks. We cannot go home and report that

they have no learning and no food.

2nd Dowager Messenger: As to learning I don't

mind. But as to food, I would not wish to leave

them without it for the night. They might be as

small as cats in the morning.

Guardian: They are dreaming when they say

they are in want of food.

1st Dowager Messenger: It is a dream that will

waken up their Godmother.

Servant: Look, ma'am, at the table behind you,

and you will see is this a scarce house! That is

what is set out for yourselves, ma'am, lobsters

from Aughanish! A fat turkey from the barley

gardens! A spiced and larded sucking pig! Cakes

and sweets and all sorts! It is not the want of

provision was ever brought against us up to this!

2nd Dowager Messenger: If all this is for us, we

would sooner give it up to those poor children.

(To Wrenboys.) Here, my dears, we will not eat

while you are in want of food. We will give it all

to you.

1st Wrenboy: Is it that we can have what is on

that table?

2nd Dowager Messenger: You may, and welcome.

1st Wrenboy: (With a shout.) Do you hear

that news! Come on now. Take your chance!

I'll have the first start! Skib scab! Hip, hip,

hooray!

(They rush at table and upset it, flinging

themselves on the food)

CURTAIN

ACT III

ACT III

The Hall of Justice. It is nearly dawn. The last

of the Princes is getting in through the window.

They are wearing their masks.

Ogre: (Outside door to left.) Open now the door

for myself.

1st Prince: No, we will get rid of him now. Let

the Grugach stay outside.

2nd Prince: That will be best. He cannot

break the bars of this door, or get round over the

high wall to the door on the other side.

3rd Prince: I am sore with the blows he put on

us, driving us before him through the wood.

4th Prince: Let us call to the Guardian, and let

him deal with him. He can bring his foot soldiers

and his guns.

5th Prince: A villain that Ogre is and a thief,

wanting to steal away the golden-handled sword.

But we would not tell him where it was, and he

never will find it under the step of the Judge's

chair. (Lifts top of step, takes out sword and puts it

back again.)

Ogre: (Outside.) Are ye going to open the door?

1st Prince: It is a great thing to have that

strong door between us.

2nd Prince: Take care would he break it in.

3rd Prince: No fear. It would make too much

noise. It would bring every person in the house

running.

4th Prince: Let us go quick and call the

Guardian.

5th Prince: What will he say seeing us in these

clothes? He will be vexed with us.

1st Prince: It was folly of us running away.

But he will forgive us, knowing it will teach us

better sense.

2nd Prince: Come to him then, I don't mind

what he will do to us so long as we are safe from

the terrible Grugach of an Ogre. (All go to right

door, it opens and Ogre bursts in.)

Ogre: Ye thought to deceive me, did ye? Ye

thought to bar me out and to keep me out? And

I after minding you and caring you these seven

years!

3rd Prince: What way did you get in?

Ogre: It's easy for me to get in any place. If

I had a mind I could turn into a house fly and come

through the lockhole of the door. It's much if I

don't change the whole lot of ye into small birds,

and myself to a hawk going through you! Or, into

frightened mice, and I myself into a starving cat!

It's much if I don't skin you with this whip, and

grind your bones as fine as rape seed!

4th Prince: I will call for help! (Tries to shout.)

Ogre: (Putting hand over his mouth and lifting

whip.) Shout now and welcome, and it is bare

bones will be left of you! If it wasn't that I need

you to search out the golden-handled sword for me

I'd throttle the whole of ye as easy as I'd squeeze

an egg! Come on now! Show me where the

treasure is hid.

5th Prince: How would we know?

Ogre: Didn't I send ye spying it out, and if it

fails ye to make it out, I'll boil and bake you!

1st Prince: (Looking about and pointing to end

of room.) It might be there.

Ogre: What way would it be on the bare floor?

Search it out.

2nd Prince: (Looking under a bench.) It might

be here.

Ogre: It is not there.

3rd Prince: (Looking up chimney?) This would

be a good hiding-place.

Ogre: (Looks up.) There is nothing in it, only

an old nest of a jackdaw,—a bundle of bare twigs.

Trying to deceive me you are and to lead me astray.

4th Prince: It might be on the shelf.

Ogre: Stop your chat unless you have something

worth saying.

5th Prince: (Sitting down on step under which

sword is hidden.) Are you certain there is any

treasure at all?

Ogre: You are humbugging and making a fool

of me! (Lashes whip and seizes him.) Get up

now out of that! (Drags him up and taps board.)

There is a hollow sort of a sound.... That is

a sort of place where a treasure might be hid.

(Drags up board.) I see something shining. (Pulls

out sword.) Oh, it is a lovely sword! And the

handle of pure gold. The best I ever seen!

1st Prince: (To the others.) I'll make a run now

and call out and awaken all in the house! (Is going

towards door.)

Ogre: (Seizing him.) You'd make your escape

would you?

1st Prince: (Calling out.) Ring the big bell,

ring the bell! I forgot it till now.

(They pull a bell-rope and bell is beard clanging.)

Ogre: (Rushing at them as they ring it.) I'll stop

that!

(Voices are heard, at door to right. Ogre rushes to other door.)

2nd Prince: I'll get the sword from him. (Snatches

it away as Ogre is rushing at him. Servant and

Guardian come in.)

Guardian: What is going on! (Blows a whistle.)

Here, soldiers of the guard!

(Feet are heard marching and bugle blowing at

left door. Ogre rapidly slips off his mask,

and appears as a harmless old man.)

Guardian: Thieves! Robbers! Burglars!

Here, soldiers, surround the place; who are these

ruffians? Murder! Robbery! Fire!

(Two soldiers come in.)

Servant: They are the very same youngsters

were at our door this morning, doing their play;

those Wrenboys!

Guardian: They are thieves. There is one of

them bringing away my gold-handled sword. (He

and Servant seize sword.)

Ogre: (Coming forward and bowing low.) It

is time for you to come, your honour my lordship!

I am proud to see you coming! It was I myself

that rang the bell and that called and awakened

you, where I would not like to see the place robbed

and left bare by these scum of the world!

All the Princes: Oh! Oh! Oh!

Guardian: What have you to do with it?

Where do you come from?

Ogre: An honest poor man I am....

Servant: You have a queer wild sort of a

dress.

Ogre: Making a living I do be, dressing up as a

hobgoblin and a bogey man to get an odd copper

from a mother here and there, would be wishful to

frighten a stubborn child from bawling or from

tricks. Passing the door I was, and hearing a noise

I looked in, and these young villains were after

rising a board and taking out that sword you seen

in their hands. It is then that I made a clamour

with the bell.

(Princes laugh.)

Guardian: Who are they at all?

Ogre: It is I myself say it; they are the terror

of the whole district.

1st Prince: You may save your breath and stop

that talk. This gentleman knows us well. He

knows us and will recognise us.

Guardian: I do recognise you. I saw you but

yesterday.

2nd Prince: There now, what do you say?

Guardian: You are those vagabond Wrenboys

that came tricking and begging to my gate.

Princes: Oh! Oh! Oh!

Ogre: That's it! Spying round they were!

Thinking to do a robbery! Robbery they're after

doing!

3rd Prince: We were doing no such thing!

Guardian: You were! I stopped you making

off with my sword of Justice.

Ogre: If it wasn't for me hindering them they

would have it swept.

Guardian: That was very honest of you.

4th Prince: (Rushing at Ogre.) It is you that

are a rogue and a thief!

Other Princes: Throw him down while we have

the chance. (They surround him.)

Guardian: Silence! Don't make that disturbance!

I felt a suspicion yesterday the first

time I saw your faces there was villainy hidden

beneath the dust that was on your cheeks.

4th Prince: Listen to us, listen!

Guardian: And whatever I thought then, you

are seventeen times more wicked looking now!

And the very scum of the roads!

5th Prince: Oh, have you forgotten your

nurslings!

Guardian: It is well you reminded me of them.

(To Servant.) Go now and bring the young Princes

here till they will see justice done! They are

maybe gone a bit wild and foolish since yesterday,

put out by those Dowager Messengers. But whatever

they were at their worst, they are King George

compared with these!

1st Prince: You must listen!

Guardian: Must! What is that language!

That is a word was never said to me since I was

made the Queen's Chamberlain. Here! Put a

gag upon their mouths! (Soldiers do so, tying a

handkerchief on mouth of each.) Tie their hands

behind them with ropes. (This is done.) Rapscallions!

Do they think to terrify and command me!

I that am not only Governor of the Island but am

Supreme Judge whenever I come into this Court.

Ogre: That is very good and very right! Keep

the gag in their mouth! You wouldn't like to be

listening to the things they were saying a while

ago! They were giving out great impudence and

very disrespectful talk!

Guardian: Give me here my Judge's wig and

my gown! (Puts them on.) Where now are the

young Princes?

Servant: They are coming now.

Guardian: It will be a great help in their education

seeing justice done by me, as straight as was

ever done by Aristides. Give me here that book of

punishments and rewards. I'll see what is bad

enough for these lads! (He consults book.)

Servant: Here now are the Princes.

(Wrenboys come in wearing Princes' clothes)

1st Wrenboy: (To another) Do you see who it

is that is in it?

2nd Wrenboy: It is the young Princes in our

clothes!

3rd Wrenboy: What in the world wide brought

them here? Believe me it was through some

villainy of the Grugach.

4th Wrenboy: What at all has happened?

5th Wrenboy: Go ask them what it was brought

them, or what they came doing.

1st Wrenboy: (To Princes) What is it brought

you here so soon?

(Princes shake their heads)

2nd Wrenboy: (Coming back) There is a gag

on their mouths!

3rd Wrenboy: (Going and looking) Their hands

are tied with a rope.

4th Wrenboy: They had not the wit to stand

against the Grugach; it is not long till they were

brought to trouble.

5th Wrenboy: It was seventeen times worse

for them to be under him than for ourselves that

was used to him, and to his cruelty and his ways.

1st Wrenboy: It was bad enough for ourselves.

We were not built for roguery.

(The Dowager Messengers rushing in.)

Dowager Messengers: (Together.) What is going

on? What has happened?

Guardian: What you see before you has happened.

Those young thieves came to try and to

rob the house. They were found by myself in the

very act of bringing away my golden-handled

sword! They were stopped by this honest man.

(Points to Ogre.)

1st Dowager Messenger: There would seem to be

a great deal of wickedness around this place!

Guardian: I'll put a stop to it! I'll use my

rights as Judge! To have that sort of villainy

running through the Island, it would come through

walls of glass or of marble, and lead away the best.

2nd Dowager Messenger: There must be something

gone wrong in the stars, our own young

princes having gone wild out of measure, and these

young vagabonds doing no less than house-breaking!

It is hard to live!

Ogre: Indeed, ma'am, it would be a great blessing

to the world if all the boys in it could be born

grown up.

Guardian: (Sighing.) I, myself, am beginning

to have that same opinion.

1st Dowager Messenger: And so am I myself.

Young men have strength and beauty, and old

men have knowledge and wisdom, but as to boys!

After what we saw a while ago in the supper

room!

Servant: The Court is about to sit! Take your

places!

(Wrenboys make for the dock and Princes the

jury-box.)

Guardian: What do you mean, prisoners, going

up there, that is the place for honourable men!

For a jury! It is here in the criminals' dock your

place is.

Servant: (To Wrenboys.) Oh, that is the wrong

place you're in. That is for the wicked and the

poor that are brought to be tried and condemned.

1st Wrenboy: It is a place the like of that I was

put one time I was charged before a magistrate

for snaring rabbits.

Servant: Silence in the Court. The Judge is

about to speak.

Guardian: (Reading out of book.)

It's laid down in a clause of the Cretian laws,

That were put through a filter by Solon,

That for theft the first time, though a capital crime

A criminal may keep his poll on.

Though (consults another book) some jurists believe

That a wretch who can thieve,

Has earned a full stop, not a colon.

Ogre: That was said by a better than Solon.

Guardian:

And the book says in sum, to cut off the left thumb,

May be penalty enough for a warning;

Though (looks at another book) the Commentors say

That one let off that way

Will be thieving again before morning.

Ogre: So he will, and the jury suborning.

Guardian:

For the second offence, as the crime's more immense,

Take the thumb off the right hand instead;

And the third time he'll steal, without any appeal,

The hangman's to whip off his head.

Ogre: Very right to do so, for a thief as we know,

Isn't likely to steal when he's dead.

2nd Dowager Messenger:

You won't order the worst, as this crime is the first,

It's a pity if they have to swing.

Guardian:

In the Commentors' sense, a primal offence

Is as much an impossible thing

As a stream without source, a blow struck without

force,

Or leaves without roots in the spring.

Ogre: Or a catapult wanting a sling.

Guardian:

But although this case is proved on its face

To be what is called a priori

I cannot refuse to consider the views

Of the amiable lady before me. (Bows to 2nd

Dowager Messenger.)

In compliance to her I am ready to err

On the side that she leans to, of mercy,

For she has a kind tongue, and the prisoners are

young;

But that they may not live to curse me,

I give out my decree, the left thumb shall be

Kept in Court till the next time they'll come.

And now if you please let whoever agrees

With my pledge turn down his own thumb.

1st Dowager Messenger: It is very just and right.

(Turns down hers.)

Ogre: You're letting them off too easy. They're

a bad example to the world. But to take the

thumb off them is better than nothing! (Turns

down both his thumbs.)

Guardian: (To Wrenboys.) Well, my dear pupils,

I don't see you turn down your thumbs.

1st Wrenboy: We cannot do it. (They cover

their faces with their hands.)

Ogre: Get on so. I never saw the work I'd

sooner do than checking youngsters!

Guardian: Where is the Executioner?

Servant: I sent seeking him a while ago, thinking

he might be needed.

Guardian: Bring him in.

Servant: He is not in it. There was so little

business for him this long time under your own

peaceable rule, that he is after leaving us, and

taking a job in a slaughter house out in foreign.

2nd Dowager Messenger: Maybe that is a token

we should let them off.

Ogre: (Briskly.) I am willing to be useful; give

me here a knife or a hatchet!

Servant: (To Ogre.) You need not be pushing

yourself forward. (To Guardian.) There is a

stranger of an Executioner chanced to be passing

the road, just as I sent out, and he looking for

work. He said he would do the job for a four-penny

bit and his dinner, that he is sitting down

to now.

Guardian: (Sitting up straight and taking up sword.)

Bring him in quick. It often seems a curious thing that I,

Who in my ordinary clothes would hardly hurt a fly,

Hold to the rigour of the law when I put on gown and wig,

As if for mere humanity I didn't care a fig.

For once I'm seated on the bench I do not shrink or flinch

From the reddest laws of Draco, or the practice of Judge Lynch.

Servant: (At door.) Here he is now.

(Jester comes in, disguised as Executioner, a

long cloak with hood over his head.)

Guardian: Here is the sword (hands it to him

and reads), "In case of the first act of theft the

left thumb is to be struck off." There are the

criminals before you. That is what you have to do.

Jester: (Taking the sword.) Stretch out your

hands! There is hurry on me. I was sitting at

the dinner I engaged for. I was called away from

the first mouthful, and I would wish to go back

to the second mouthful that is getting cold.

Guardian: (Relenting.) Maybe now the fright

would be enough to keep them from crimes from

this out. They are but young.

Jester: (To Princes.) Don't be keeping me

waiting! Put out now your hands. (They shake

their heads.)

Servant: They cannot do that, being bound.

Jester: If you will not stretch out your hands

when I ask you, I will strike off your heads without

asking! (Flourishes sword.)

Guardian: (Standing up.) I did not empower

you to go so far as that! It is without my

authority!

Jester: You have given over the power of the

law to the power of the sword. It must take its way!

Guardian: I will not give in to that! I have

all authority here!

Jester: If you grow wicked with the Judge's

wig on your head, so do I with this sword in my

hand! You called me in to do a certain business

and I am going to do it! I am not going to get a

bad name put on me for breach of contract! If

a labourer is given piece work cutting thistles with

a hook he is given leave to do it, or a rat catcher

doing away with vermin in the same way! He

is not bid after his trouble to let them go loose out

of his bag! And why would an Executioner that

is higher again in the profession be checked. Isn't

my pride in my work the same as theirs? And

along with that, let me tell you I belong to a

Trades Union!

(Guardian moans and covers his face.)

(To the Princes.) Kneel down now! Where you

kept me so long waiting and that the Judge attempted

to interfere with me, I have my mind

made up to make an end of you! (Holds up sword.)

1st Wrenboy: (Rushing forward and putting his

arms about Prince.) You must not touch him!

These lads never did any harm!

2nd Wrenboy: (Protecting a Prince.) It is we

ourselves are to be punished if anyone must be

punished.

3d Wrenboy: They are innocent whoever is to

blame.

Jester: Take their place so! Someone must be

put an end to.

(All the Wrenboys kneel.)

1st Wrenboy: Here we are so. We changed

places with them for our own pleasure, thinking

to lead a prince's life, and if there is anyone must

suffer by reason of that change let it be ourselves.

Jester: I'll take off their gags so and let them free.

(He cuts cord of gags and hands, then throws

some dust over all boys as before, saying):

Dust of Mullein leave the eyes

You made fail to recognise

Princes in their poor disguise;

Princes all, had men clear eyes!

(The Princes throw off their masks.)

1st Prince: It is all a mistake! Oh, Guardian,

don't you know now that we are your murslings

and your wards! Look at the royal mark upon

our arm, that we brought with us into the world.

(They turn up sleeves and show their arms.)

2nd Dowager Messenger: I am satisfied without

looking at the royal sign. I have been looking at

their finger nails. Those other nails (pointing to

Wrenboys) have never been touched with a soapy

brush.

2nd Prince: It is strange you did not recognise

us. It was that Jester yesterday when we changed

our coats that threw a dust of disguise between you

and us.

1st Dowager Messenger: Was it that these lads

robbed you of your clothes?

3d. Prince: Not at all.

4th Prince: We ourselves that were discontented

and wishful to change places with them.

Guardian: A very foolish thing, and that I have

never read of in any of my histories.

5th Prince: We were the first to wish the change.

It is we should be blamed.

5th Wrenboy: No, but put the blame on us!

The Wrenboys you seen yesterday.

Guardian: Ah, be quiet, how do I know who

you are, or if ever I saw you before! My poor

head is going round and round.

1st Wrenboy: Now do you know us! (All recite

"The Wren, the Wren, the King of All Birds." Give

first verse.)

Guardian: (Stopping his ears.) Oh, stop it!

That makes my poor head worse again.

2nd Wrenboy: (Pulling up sleeve.) If you had

chanced to see our right arm you would recognise

us. We were not without bringing a mark into

the world with us, if it is not royal itself.

(Wrenboys strip their arms.)

1st Dowager Messenger: What is he talking

about? (Seizes arm and looks at it.)

2nd Dowager Messenger: It is the same mark as

is on the princes, the sign and token of a King!

1st Dowager Messenger: It is certain these must

be their five little royal cousins, that were stolen

away from the coast.

1st Wrenboy: If we were brought away it was

by that Grugach that has kept us in his service

through the years.

2nd Dowager Messenger: It is no wonder they

took to one another. It was easy to know by the

way they behaved they had in them royal blood.

(The Boys turn to each other, the Ogre is

slipping out.)

Jester: (Throwing off his cloak and showing his

green ragged clothes.) Stop where you are!

Ogre: Do your best! You cannot hinder me!

I have spells could change the whole of ye to a

cairn of grey stones! (Makes signs with his hands.)

Jester: (In a terrible voice.) Are you thinking

to try your spells against mine?

Ogre: (Trembling and falling on his knees.) Oh,

spare me! Hold your hand! Do not use against

me your spells of life and death! I know you

now! I know you well through your ragged dress!

What are my spells beside yours? You the great

Master of all magic and all enchantments, Manannan,

Son of the Sea!

Jester: Yes, I am Manannan, that men are apt

to call a Jester and a Fool, and a Disturber, and a

Mischief-maker, upsetting the order of the world

and making confusion in its order and its ways.

(Recites or sings.)

For when I see a master

Hold back his hireling's fee

I shake my pepper castor

Into his sweetened tea!

And when I see a plan make

The Birds that watch us frown,

I come and toss the pancake

And turn it upside down!

In this I follow after

Lycurgus who was wise;

To the little god of laughter

I make my sacrifice!

And now here is my word of command! Everyone

into his right place!

Ogre: Spare me! Let me go this time!

Jester: Go out now! I will not bring a blemish

on this sword by striking off your ugly head. But

as you have been through seven years an enemy

to these young boys, keeping them in ignorance

and dirt, they that are sons of a king, I cross and

command you to go groping through holes and dirt

and darkness through three times seven years in

the shape of a rat, with every boy, high or low,

gentle or simple, your pursuer and your enemy.

And along with that I would recommend you to

keep out of the way of your own enchanted cats!

(Ogre gives a squeal and creeps away on all fours.)

Guardian: I think I will give up business and

go back to my old trade of Chamberlain and of

shutting out draughts from the Court. The

weight of years is coming on me, and it is time for

me to set my mind to some quiet path.

1st Dowager Messenger: Come home with us

so, and help us to attend to our cats, that they will

be able to destroy the rats of the world.

2nd Dowager Messenger: (To Princes.) It is best

for you come to your Godmother's Court, as your

Guardian is showing the way.

1st Prince: We may come and give news of our

doings at the end of a year and a day.

But now we will go with our comrades to learn

their work and their play.

2nd Prince: For lying on silken cushions, or

stretched on a feathery bed.

We would long again for the path by the lake,

and the wild swans overhead.

3d Prince: Till we'll harden our bodies with

wrestling and get courage to stand in a fight.

4th Prince: And not to be blind in the woods

or in dread of the darkness of night.

1st Wrenboy: And we who are ignorant blockheads,

and never were reared to know

The art of the languaged poets, it's along with

you we will go.

5th Prince: Come show us the wisdom of woods,

and the way to outrun the wild deer,

Till we'll harden our minds with courage, and

be masters of hardship and fear.

2nd Wrenboy: But you are candles of knowledge,

and we'll give you no ease or peace,

Till you'll learn us manners and music, and news

of the Wars of Greece.

1st Prince: Come on, we will help one another,

and going together we'll find,

Joy with those great companions, Earth, Water,

Fire, and Wind. (They join hands.)

Jester: It's likely you'll do great actions, for

there is an ancient word,

That comradeship is better than the parting of

the sword,

And that if ever two natures should join and

grow into one,

They will do more together than the world has

ever done.

So now I've ended my business, and I'll go, for

my road is long,

But be sure the Jester will find you out, if ever

things go wrong!

(He goes off singing.)

And so I follow after

Lycurgus who was wise;

To the little god of laughter

I pay my sacrifice!

CURTAIN

NOTES FOR THE JESTER

I was asked one Christmas by a little schoolboy to write a play that could be acted at school; and in looking for a subject my memory went back to a story I had read in childhood called "The Discontented Children," where, though I forget its incidents, the gamekeeper's children changed places for a while with the children of the Squire, and I thought I might write something on these lines. But my mind soon went miching as our people (and Shakespeare) would say, and broke through the English hedges into the unbounded wonder-world. Yet it did not quite run out of reach of human types, for having found some almost illegible notes, I see that at the first appearance of Manannan I had put in brackets the initials "G.B.S." And looking now at the story of that Great Jester, in the history of the ancient gods, I see that for all his quips and mischief and "tricks and wonders," he came when he was needed to the help of Finn and the Fianna, and gave good teaching to the boy-hero, Cuchulain; and I read also that "all the food he would use would be a vessel of sour milk or a few crab-apples. And there never was any music sweeter than the music he used to be playing."

I have without leave borrowed a phrase from "The Candle of Vision," written by my liberal fellow-countryman, A.E., where he says, "I felt at times as one raised from the dead, made virginal and pure, who renews exquisite intimacies with the divine companions, with Earth, Water, Air, and Fire." And I think he will forgive me for quoting another passage now from the same book, for I think it must have been in my mind when I wrote of my Wrenboys: "The lands of Immortal Youth which flush with magic the dreams of childhood, for most sink soon below far horizons and do not again arise. For around childhood gather the wizards of the darkness and they baptize it and change its imagination of itself, as in the Arabian tales of enchantment men were changed by sorcerers who cried, 'Be thou beast or bird.' So ...is the imagination of life about itself changed and one will think he is a worm in the sight of Heaven, he who is but a god in exile.... What palaces they were born in, what dominions they are rightly heir to, are concealed from them as in the fairy tale the stolen prince lives obscurely among the swineherd. Yet at times men do not remember, in dreams or in the deeps of sleep, they still wear sceptre and diadem and partake of the banquet of the gods."

The Wrenboys still come to our door at Coole on St. Stephen's Day, as they used in my childhood to come to Roxborough, but it is in our bargain that the wren itself must be symbolic, unmolested, no longer killed in vengeance for that one in the olden times that awakened the sentinels of the enemy Danes by pecking at crumbs on a drum. And, indeed, these last two or three years the rhymes concerning that old history have been lessened, and their place taken by "The Soldiers Song."

I think the staging of the play is easy. The Ogre's hut may be but a shallow front scene, a curtain that can be drawn away. The masks are such as might be used by Wrenboys, little paper ones, such as one finds in a Christmas cracker, held on with a bit of elastic, and would help to get the change into the eyes of the audience, which Manannan's Mullein-dust may not have reached.

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Table of Contents

Three Wonder Plays

Lady Gregory

Made in Great Britain by THE BOTOLPH PRINTING WORKS GATE STREET, KINGSWAY, W.C.2

CONTENTS

THE DRAGON

ACT I

ACT II

ACT II

ACT III

ACT III

AUTHOR'S NOTE

ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

ACT I

ACT II

ACT III

NOTE TO ARISTOTLE'S BELLOWS

THE JESTER

ACT I

ACT I

ACT II

ACT II

SCENE II

ACT III

ACT III

NOTES FOR THE JESTER

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