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قراءة كتاب Two plays for dancers
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اللغة: English

Two plays for dancers
الصفحة رقم: 6
class="i0">I have that hope, the hope that some day and somewhere
We'll sit together at the hearth again.
EITHNE INGUBA
Women like me when the violent hour is over
Are flung into some corner like old nut shells.
Cuchulain, listen.
Are flung into some corner like old nut shells.
Cuchulain, listen.
EMER
No, not yet for first
I'll cover up his face to hide the sea;
And throw new logs upon the hearth and stir
The half burnt logs until they break in flame.
Old Mananan's unbridled horses come
Out of the sea and on their backs his horsemen
But all the enchantments of the dreaming foam
Dread the hearth fire.
I'll cover up his face to hide the sea;
And throw new logs upon the hearth and stir
The half burnt logs until they break in flame.
Old Mananan's unbridled horses come
Out of the sea and on their backs his horsemen
But all the enchantments of the dreaming foam
Dread the hearth fire.
(She pulls the curtains of the bed so as to hide the sick man's face, that the actor may change his mask unseen. She goes to one side of platform and moves her hand as though putting logs on a fire and stirring it into a blaze. While she makes these movements the Musicians play, marking the movements with drum and flute perhaps.
Having finished she stands beside the imaginary fire at a distance from Cuchulain & Eithne Inguba.)
Call on Cuchulain now.
EITHNE INGUBA
Can you not hear my voice.
EMER