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and a plot for flowers,

       Somewhere among these woods.

      MARY

      We know it, lady.

       A place that's set among impassable walls

       As though world's trouble could not find it out.

      CATHLEEN

      It may be that we are that trouble, for we—

       Although we've wandered in the wood this hour—

       Have lost it too, yet I should know my way,

       For I lived all my childhood in that house.

      MARY

      Then you are Countess Cathleen?

      CATHLEEN

      And this woman,

       Oona, my nurse, should have remembered it,

       For we were happy for a long time there.

      OONA

      The paths are overgrown with thickets now,

       Or else some change has come upon my sight.

      CATHLEEN

      And this young man, that should have known the woods—

       Because we met him on their border but now,

       Wandering and singing like a wave of the sea—

       Is so wrapped up in dreams of terrors to come

       That he can give no help.

      MARY

      You have still some way,

       But I can put you on the trodden path

       Your servants take when they are marketing.

       But first sit down and rest yourself awhile,

       For my old fathers served your fathers, lady,

       Longer than books can tell—and it were strange

       If you and yours should not be welcome here.

      CATHLEEN

      And it were stranger still were I ungrateful

       For such kind welcome—but I must be gone,

       For the night's gathering in.

      SHEMUS

      It is a long while

       Since I've set eyes on bread or on what buys it.

      CATHLEEN

      So you are starving even in this wood,

       Where I had thought I would find nothing changed.

       But that's a dream, for the old worm o' the world

       Can eat its way into what place it pleases.

      (She gives money.)

      TEIG

      Beautiful lady, give me something too;

       I fell but now, being weak with hunger and thirst

       And lay upon the threshold like a log.

      CATHLEEN

      I gave for all and that was all I had.

       Look, my purse is empty. I have passed

       By starving men and women all this day,

       And they have had the rest; but take the purse,

       The silver clasps on't may be worth a trifle.

       But if you'll come to-morrow to my house

       You shall have twice the sum.

      (ALEEL begins to play.)

      SHEMUS (muttering)

      What, music, music!

      CATHLEEN

      Ah, do not blame the finger on the string;

       The doctors bid me fly the unlucky times

       And find distraction for my thoughts, or else

       Pine to my grave.

      SHEMUS

      I have said nothing, lady.

       Why should the like of us complain?

      OONA

      Have done.

       Sorrows that she's but read of in a book

       Weigh on her mind as if they had been her own.

      (OONA, MARY, and CATHLEEN go out. ALEEL looks defiantly at SHEMUS.)

      ALEEL (singing)

      Were I but crazy for love's sake

       I know who'd measure out his length,

       I know the heads that I should break,

       For crazy men have double strength.

       There! all's out now to leave or take,

       And who mocks music mocks at love;

       And when I'm crazy for love's sake

       I'll not go far to choose.

      (Snapping his fingers in SHEMUS' face.)

      Enough!

       I know the heads that I shall break.

      (He takes a step towards the door and then turns again.)

      Shut to the door before the night has fallen,

       For who can say what walks, or in what shape

       Some devilish creature flies in the air, but now

       Two grey-horned owls hooted above our heads.

      (He goes out, his singing dies away. MARY comes in. SHEMUS has been counting the money.)

      SHEMUS

      So that fool's gone.

      TEIG

      He's seen the horned owls too.

       There's no good luck in owls, but it may be

       That the ill luck's to fall upon his head.

      MARY

      You never thanked her ladyship.

      SHEMUS

      Thank her,

       For seven halfpence and a silver bit?

      TEIG

      But for this empty purse?

      SHEMUS

      What's that for thanks,

       Or what's the double of it that she promised?

       With bread and flesh and every sort of food

       Up to a price no man has heard the like of

       And rising every day.

      MARY

      We have all she had;

       She emptied out the purse before our eyes.

      SHEMUS (to MARY, who has gone to close the door)

      Leave that door open.

      MARY

      When those that have read books,

       And seen the seven wonders of the world,

       Fear what's above or what's below the ground,

       It's time that poverty should bolt the door.

      SHEMUS

      I'll have no bolts, for there is not a thing

       That walks above the ground or under it

       I had not rather welcome to this house

       Than any more of mankind, rich or poor.

      TEIG

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