Some cry, '_Quicker,
quicker!
quicker!
Yeats
Witches of the air!
[_To YOUNG MAN.
_
Why did you? Who was it set you to this work?
Out, out! I say, for now it's sword on sword!
YOUNG MAN.
But . . . but I did not.
CUCHULAIN.
Out, I say, out, out!
[_YOUNG MAN goes out followed by CUCHULAIN. The KINGS
follow them out with confused cries, and words one can
hardly hear because of the noise.
Some cry, '_Quicker,
quicker! _' '_Why are you so long at the door? _' '_We'll
be too late! _' '_Have they begun to fight? _' and so on;
and one, it may be, '_I saw him fight with Ferdia! _'
Their voices drown each other. The three women are left
alone. _
FIRST WOMAN.
I have seen, I have seen!
SECOND WOMAN.
What do you cry aloud?
FIRST WOMAN.
The ever-living have shown me what's to come.
THIRD WOMAN.
How? Where?
Why did you? Who was it set you to this work?
Out, out! I say, for now it's sword on sword!
YOUNG MAN.
But . . . but I did not.
CUCHULAIN.
Out, I say, out, out!
[_YOUNG MAN goes out followed by CUCHULAIN. The KINGS
follow them out with confused cries, and words one can
hardly hear because of the noise.
Some cry, '_Quicker,
quicker! _' '_Why are you so long at the door? _' '_We'll
be too late! _' '_Have they begun to fight? _' and so on;
and one, it may be, '_I saw him fight with Ferdia! _'
Their voices drown each other. The three women are left
alone. _
FIRST WOMAN.
I have seen, I have seen!
SECOND WOMAN.
What do you cry aloud?
FIRST WOMAN.
The ever-living have shown me what's to come.
THIRD WOMAN.
How? Where?
