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[_She drops his arm_. BRIDGET _goes over towards her._]
PATRICK. The boys are all hurrying down the hillsides to join the French.
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 _and goes out._]
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 HOUR-GLa.s.s:
A MORALITY
CHARACTERS
A WISE MAN.
SOME PUPILS.
A FOOL.
AN ANGEL.
THE WISE MAN'S WIFE AND TWO CHILDREN.
SCENE: _A large room with a door at the back and another at the side or else a curtained place where the persons can enter by parting the curtains. A desk and a chair at one side. An hour-gla.s.s on a stand near the door. A creepy stool near it. Some benches. A_ WISE MAN _sitting at his desk._
WISE M. [_turning over the pages of a book_]. Where is that pa.s.sage I am to explain to my pupils to-day? Here it is, and the book says that it was written by a beggar on the walls of Babylon: "There are two living countries, the one visible and the one invisible; and when it is winter with us it is summer in that country, and when the November winds are up among us it is lambing time there." I wish that my pupils had asked me to explain any other pa.s.sage. [_The_ FOOL _comes in and stands at the door holding out his hat. He has a pair of shears in the other hand._] It sounds to me like foolishness; and yet that cannot be, for the writer of this book, where I have found so much knowledge, would not have set it by itself on this page, and surrounded it with so many images and so many deep colours and so much fine gilding, if it had been foolishness.
FOOL. Give me a penny.
WISE M. [_turns to another page_]. Here he has written: "The learned in old times forgot the visible country." That I understand, but I have taught my learners better.
FOOL. Won't you give me a penny?
WISE M. What do you want? The words of the wise Saracen will not teach you much.
FOOL. Such a great wise teacher as you are will not refuse a penny to a Fool.
WISE M. What do you know about wisdom?
FOOL. Oh, I know! I know what I have seen.
WISE M. What is it you have seen?
FOOL. When I went by Kilcluan where the bells used to be ringing at the break of every day, I could hear nothing but the people snoring in their houses. When I went by Tubbervanach where the young men used to be climbing the hill to the blessed well, they were sitting at the crossroads playing cards. When I went by Carrigoras, where the friars used to be fasting and serving the poor, I saw them drinking wine and obeying their wives. And when I asked what misfortune had brought all these changes, they said it was no misfortune, but it was the wisdom they had learned from your teaching.
WISE M. Run round to the kitchen, and my wife will give you something to eat.
FOOL. That is foolish advice for a wise man to give.
WISE M. Why, Fool?
FOOL. What is eaten is gone. I want pennies for my bag. I must buy bacon in the shops, and nuts in the market, and strong drink for the time when the sun is weak. And I want snares to catch the rabbits and the squirrels and the hares, and a pot to cook them in.
WISE M. Go away. I have other things to think of now than giving you pennies.
FOOL. Give me a penny and I will bring you luck. Bresal the Fisherman lets me sleep among the nets in his loft in the winter-time because he says I bring him luck; and in the summer-time the wild creatures let me sleep near their nests and their holes. It is lucky even to look at me or to touch me, but it is much more lucky to give me a penny. [_Holds out his hand._] If I wasn't lucky, I'd starve.
WISE M. What have you got the shears for?
FOOL. I won't tell you. If I told you, you would drive them away.
WISE M. Whom would I drive away?
FOOL. I won't tell you.
WISE M. Not if I give you a penny?
FOOL. No.
WISE M. Not if I give you two pennies?
FOOL. You will be very lucky if you give me two pennies, but I won't tell you!
WISE M. Three pennies?