Ossian Collection > Deirdre of the sorrows

old itself. — (walks across room and back) Does she
know the troubles are foretold ?
LAVARCHAM
(in the tone of the earlier talk) I'm after telling her
one time and another, but I'd do as well speaking to
a lamb often weeks and it racing the hills. It's not
the dread of death or troubles that would tame her
like.
CONCHUBOR
(he looks out! She's coming now and let you walk
in and keep Fergus, till I speak with her a while.
LAVARCHAM
(going lefn If I'm after vexing you itself, it'd be
best you wern't taking her hasty or scolding her at
all.
CONCHUBOR
(very stifflv) I've no call to. I'm well pleased she's
light and airy.
LAVARCHAM
offended at his tone) Well pleased is it.? i auIi asiiort
of irony) It's a queer thing the way the likes of me
do be telling the truth, and the wise are lying all
times, (she goes mto room, left. Conchubor arran-
ges himself before a mirror for a moment, then goes
a little to the left and waits. Deirdre comes in poor-
ly dressed, with a little bag and a bundle of twigs in
her arms. She is astonished for a moment when she
sees Conchubor; then she makes a curtsey to him,
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