They shall be
speaking
for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever.
The people shall hear them for ever.
Yeats
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 towards her as
if about to yield. _
OLD WOMAN'S _voice outside_.
They shall be speaking for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever.
[_MICHAEL breaks away from DELIA, stands for a second
at the door, then rushes out, following the OLD WOMAN'S
voice. BRIDGET takes DELIA, who is crying silently,
into her arms. _
PETER.
[_To PATRICK, laying a hand on his arm. _]
Did you see an old woman going down the path?
PATRICK.
I did not, but I saw a young girl, and she had the walk of a queen.
THE GOLDEN HELMET
_PERSONS IN THE PLAY_
CUCHULAIN
LEAGERIE
CONAL
EMER, _Cuchulain's wife_
LEAGERIE'S WIFE
CONAL'S WIFE
LAEG, _Cuchulain's chariot-driver_
RED MAN
HORSEBOYS AND SCULLIONS
THREE BLACK MEN
THE GOLDEN HELMET
_A house made of logs. There are two windows at the
back and a door which cuts off one of the corners of
the room. Through the door one can see rocks, which
make the ground outside the door higher than it is
within, and the sea. Through the windows one can see
nothing but the sea. There are three great chairs at
the opposite side to the door, with a table before
them. There are cups and a flagon of ale on the table. _
_At the Abbey Theatre the house is orange red, and the
chairs, tables and flagons black, with a slight purple
tinge which is not clearly distinguishable from the
black. The rocks are black, with a few green touches.