Where is the Countess Cathleen? All this dayHer eyes were full of tears, and when for a momentHer hand was laid upon my hand it trembled,And now I do not know where she is gone.
ALEEL
Cathleen has chosen other friends than us,And they are rising through the hollow world.Demons are out, old heron.
OONA
ALEEL
She's bartered it away this very hour,As though we two were never in the world.
First, Orchill, her pale, beautiful headHer body shadowy as vapour driftingUnder the dawn, for she who awoke desireHas but a heart of blood when others die;About her is a vapoury multitudeOf women alluring devils with soft laughter;Behind her a host heat of the blood made sin,But all the little pink-white nails have grownTo be great talons.
(He seizes OONA and drags her into the middle of the room and points downward with vehement gestures. The wind roars.)
They begin a songAnd there is still some music on their tongues.
OONA (casting herself face downwards on the floor)
O, Maker of all, protect her from the demons,And if a soul must need be lost, take mine.
(ALEEL kneels beside her, but does not seem to hear her words. The PEASANTS return. They carry the COUNTESS CATHLEEN and lay her upon the ground before OONA and ALEEL. She lies there as if dead.)
OONA
O, that so many pitchers of rough clayShould prosper and the porcelain break in two!
(She kisses the hands of CATHLEEN.)
A PEASANT
We were under the tree where the path turns,When she grew pale as death and fainted away.And while we bore her hither cloudy gustsBlackened the world and shook us on our feet;Draw the great bolt, for no man has beheldSo black, bitter, blinding, and sudden a storm.
(One who is near the door draws the bolt.)
CATHLEEN
O, hold me, and hold me tightly, for the stormIs dragging me away.
(OONA takes her in her arms. A woman begins to wail.)
PEASANT
PEASANTS
PEASANT WOMEN
OTHER PEASANT WOMEN
CATHLEEN (half rising)
Lay all the bags of money in a heap,And when I am gone, old Oona, share them outTo every man and woman: judge, and giveAccording to their needs.
A PEASANT WOMAN
And will she giveEnough to keep my children through the dearth?
ANOTHER PEASANT WOMAN
O, Queen of Heaven, and all you blessed saints,Let us and ours be lost so she be shriven.
CATHLEEN
Bend down your faces, Oona and Aleel;I gaze upon them as the swallow gazesUpon the nest under the eave, beforeShe wander the loud waters. Do not weepToo great a while, for there is many a candleOn the High Altar though one fall. Aleel,Who sang about the dancers of the woods,That know not the hard burden of the world,Having but breath in their kind bodies, farewell!And farewell, Oona, you who played with me,And bore me in your arms about the houseWhen I was but a child and therefore happy,Therefore happy, even like those that dance.The storm is in my hair and I must go.
OONA
Bring me the looking-glass.
(A woman brings it to her out of the inner room. OONA holds it over the lips of CATHLEEN. All is silent for a moment. And then she speaks in a half scream:)
A PEASANT
She was the great white lily of the world.
A PEASANT
She was more beautiful than the pale stars.
AN OLD PEASANT WOMAN
The little plant I love is broken in two.
(ALEEL takes looking-glass from OONA and flings it upon the floor so that it is broken in many pieces.)
ALEEL
I shatter you in fragments, for the faceThat brimmed you up with beauty is no more:And die, dull heart, for she whose mournful wordsMade you a living spirit has passed awayAnd left you but a ball of passionate dust.And you, proud earth and plumy sea, fade out!For you may hear no more her faltering feet,But are left lonely amid the clamorous warOf angels upon devils.
(He stands up; almost every one is kneeling, but it has grown so dark that only confused forms can be seen.)
And I who weepCall curses on you, Time and Fate and Change,And have no excellent hope but the great hourWhen you shall plunge headlong through bottomless space.
(A flash of lightning followed immediately by thunder.)
A PEASANT WOMAN
Pull him upon his knees before his cursesHave plucked thunder and lightning on our heads.
ALEEL
Angels and devils clash in the middle air,And brazen swords clang upon brazen helms.
(A flash of lightning followed immediately by thunder.)
Yonder a bright spear, cast out of a sling,Has torn through Balor's eye, and the dark clansFly screaming as they fled Moytura of old.
(Everything is lost in darkness.)
AN OLD MAN
The Almighty wrath at our great weakness and sinHas blotted out the world and we must die.
(The darkness is broken by a visionary light. The PEASANTS seem to be kneeling upon the rocky slope of a mountain, and vapour full of storm and ever-changing light is sweeping above them and behind them. Half in the light, half in the shadow, stand armed angels. Their armour is old and worn, and their drawn swords dim and dinted. They stand as if upon the air in formation of battle and look downward with stern faces. The PEASANTS cast themselves on the ground.)
ALEEL
Look no more on the half-closed gates of Hell,But speak to me, whose mind is smitten of God,That it may be no more with mortal things,And tell of her who lies there.
(He seizes one of the angels.)
Till you speakYou shall not drift into eternity.
THE ANGEL
The light beats down; the gates of pearl are wideAnd she is passing to the floor of peace,And Mary of the seven times wounded heartHas kissed her lips, and the long blessed hairHas fallen on her face; The Light of LightsLooks always on the motive, not the deed,The Shadow of Shadows on the deed alone.