The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 4 of 8. The Hour-glass. Cathleen ni Houlihan. The Golden Helmet. The Irish Dramatic Movement. Yeats William Butler

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СКАЧАТЬ Give her the shilling and your blessing with it, or our own luck will go from us.

[PETER goes to the box and takes out a shilling.BRIDGET [to the OLD WOMAN]

      Will you have a drink of milk, ma’am?

OLD WOMAN

      It is not food or drink that I want.

PETER [offering the shilling]

      Here is something for you.

OLD WOMAN

      This is not what I want. It is not silver I want.

PETER

      What is it you would be asking for?

OLD WOMAN

      If anyone would give me help he must give me himself, he must give me all.

      [PETER goes over to the table staring at the shilling in his hand in a bewildered way, and stands whispering to BRIDGET.

MICHAEL

      Have you no one to care you in your age, ma’am?

OLD WOMAN

      I have not. With all the lovers that brought me their love, I never set out the bed for any.

MICHAEL

      Are you lonely going the roads, ma’am?

OLD WOMAN

      I have my thoughts and I have my hopes.

MICHAEL

      What hopes have you to hold to?

OLD WOMAN

      The hope of getting my beautiful fields back again; the hope of putting the strangers out of my house.

MICHAEL

      What way will you do that, ma’am?

OLD WOMAN

      I have good friends that will help me. They are gathering to help me now. I am not afraid. If they are put down to-day they will get the upper hand to-morrow. [She gets up.] I must be going to meet my friends. They are coming to help me and I must be there to welcome them. I must call the neighbours together to welcome them.

MICHAEL

      I will go with you.

BRIDGET

      It is not her friends you have to go and welcome, Michael; it is the girl coming into the house you have to welcome. You have plenty to do, it is food and drink you have to bring to the house. The woman that is coming home is not coming with empty hands; you would not have an empty house before her. [To the OLD WOMAN.] Maybe you don’t know, ma’am, that my son is going to be married to-morrow.

OLD WOMAN

      It is not a man going to his marriage that I look to for help.

PETER [to BRIDGET]

      Who is she, do you think, at all?

BRIDGET

      You did not tell us your name yet, ma’am.

OLD WOMAN

      Some call me the Poor Old Woman, and there are some that call me Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

PETER

      I think I knew someone of that name once. Who was it, I wonder? It must have been someone I knew when I was a boy. No, no; I remember, I heard it in a song.

OLD WOMAN[Who is standing in the doorway.]

      They are wondering that there were songs made for me; there have been many songs made for me. I heard one on the wind this morning.

      [Sings.] Do not make a great keening

      When the graves have been dug to-morrow.

      Do not call the white-scarfed riders

      To the burying that shall be to-morrow.

      Do not spread food to call strangers

      To the wakes that shall be to-morrow;

      Do not give money for prayers

      For the dead that shall die to-morrow.

      they will have no need of prayers, they will have no need of prayers.

MICHAEL

      I do not know what that song means, but tell me something I can do for you.

PETER

      Come over to me, Michael.

MICHAEL

      Hush, father, listen to her.

OLD WOMAN

      It is a hard service they take that help me. Many that are red-cheeked now will be pale-cheeked; many that have been free to walk the hills and the bogs and the rushes, will be sent to walk hard streets in far countries; many a good plan will be broken; many that have gathered money will not stay to spend it; many a child will be born and there will be no father at its christening to give it a name. They that had red cheeks will have pale cheeks for my sake; and for all that, they will think they are well paid.

[She goes out; her voice is heard outside singing.

      They shall be remembered for ever,

      They shall be alive for ever,

      They shall be speaking for ever,

      The people shall hear them for ever.

BRIDGET [to PETER]

      Look at him, Peter; he has the look of a man that has got the touch. [Raising her voice.] Look here, Michael, at the wedding clothes. Such grand clothes as these are! You have a right to fit them on now, it would be a pity to-morrow if they did not fit. The boys would be laughing at you. Take them, Michael, and go into the room and fit them on.

[She puts them on his arm.MICHAEL

      What wedding are you talking of? What clothes will I be wearing to-morrow?

BRIDGET

      These are the clothes you are going to wear when you marry Delia Cahel to-morrow.

MICHAEL

      I had forgotten that.

      [He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside.

PETER

      There is the shouting come to our own door. What is it has happened?

      [Neighbours come crowding in, PATRICK and DELIA with them.

PATRICK

      There are ships in the Bay; the French are landing at Killala!

      [PETER takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off and stands up. The clothes slip from MICHAEL’S arm.

DELIA

      Michael! [He takes no notice.] Michael! [He turns towards her.] Why do you look at me like a stranger?

[She drops his arm. BRIDGET goes over towards her.PATRICK

      The boys are all hurrying down the hill-sides to join the French.

DELIA

      Michael won’t be going to join the French.

BRIDGET [to PETER]

      Tell him not to go, Peter.

PETER

      It’s no use. He doesn’t hear a word we’re saying.

BRIDGET

      Try and coax him over to the fire.

DELIA

      Michael, Michael! You won’t leave me! You won’t join the French, and we going to be married!

[She puts her arms about him, he turns СКАЧАТЬ