Poems. William Butler Yeats
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Название: Poems

Автор: William Butler Yeats

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Жанр: Поэзия

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СКАЧАТЬ shall have peace once more.

      (SECOND MERCHANT kisses the gold circlet that is about the head of the FIRST MERCHANT.)

      I, too, grow weary,

      But there is something moving in my heart

      Whereby I know that what we seek the most

      Is drawing near – our labour will soon end.

      Come, deal, deal, deal, deal, deal; are you all dumb?

      What, will you keep me from our ancient home,

      And from the eternal revelry?

SECOND MERCHANT

      Deal, deal.

SHEMUS

      They say you beat the woman down too low.

FIRST MERCHANT

      I offer this great price: a thousand crowns

      For an old woman who was always ugly.

      (An old PEASANT WOMAN comes forward, and he takes up a book and reads:)

      There is but little set down here against her.

      "She has stolen eggs and fowl when times were bad,

      But when the times grew better has confessed it;

      She never missed her chapel of a Sunday

      And when she could, paid dues." Take up your money.

OLD WOMAN

      God bless you, sir. (She screams.) Oh, sir, a pain went through me!

FIRST MERCHANT

      That name is like a fire to all damned souls.

      (Murmur among the PEASANTS, who shrink back from her as she goes out.)

A PEASANT

      How she screamed out!

SECOND PEASANT

      And maybe we shall scream so.

THIRD PEASANT

      I tell you there is no such place as hell.

FIRST MERCHANT

      Can such a trifle turn you from your profit?

      Come, deal; come, deal.

MIDDLE-AGED MAN

      Master, I am afraid.

FIRST MERCHANT

      I bought your soul, and there's no sense in fear

      Now the soul's gone.

MIDDLE-AGED MAN

      Give me my soul again.

WOMAN (going on her knees and clinging to MERCHANT)

      And take this money too, and give me mine.

SECOND MERCHANT

      Bear bastards, drink or follow some wild fancy;

      For sighs and cries are the soul's work,

      And you have none.

      (Throws the woman off.)

PEASANT

      Come, let's away.

ANOTHER PEASANT

      Yes, yes.

ANOTHER PEASANT

      Come quickly; if that woman had not screamed

      I would have lost my soul.

ANOTHER PEASANT

      Come, come away.

      (They turn to door, but are stopped by shouts of "Countess Cathleen! Countess Cathleen!")

CATHLEEN (entering)

      And so you trade once more?

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