orgiven all.

LAVARCAM--The darkness is upon his mind. Oh, poor Deirdre!

CATHVAH (without)--

Let thy waves rise,
Mananaun Mac Lir.
Let the earth fail
Beneath their feet,
Let thy Waves flow over them,
Mananaun: Lord of ocean!

NAISI--Our galley is sinking--and no land in sight! I did not think the
end would come so soon. O pale love, take courage. Is death so bitter to
thee? We shall go down in each other's arms; our hearts shall beat out
their love together, and the last of life we shall know will be our
kisses on each other's lips. (AINLE and ARDAN stagger outside. There
is a sound of blows and a low cry.) Ainle and Ardan have sunk in the
waters! We are alone. Still weeping! My bird, my bird, soon we shall fly
together to the bright kingdom in the West, to Hy Brazil, amid the opal
seas.

DEIRDRE--Naisi, Naisi, shake off the magic dream. It is here in Emain
Macha we are. There are no waters. The spell of the Druid and his
terrible chant have made a mist about your eyes.

NAISI--Her mind is wandering. She is distraught with terror of the king.
There, rest your head on my heart. Hush! hush! The waters are flowing
upward swiftly. Soon, when all is over, you will laugh at your terror.
The great Ardrie will sorrow over our death.

DEIRDRE--I cannot speak. Lavarcam, can you not break the enchantment?

LAVARCAM--My limbs are fixed here by the spell.

NAISI--There was music a while ago. The swans of Lir, with their slow,
sweet faery singing. There never was a sadder tale than theirs. They
must roam for ages, driven on the sea of Moyle, while we shall go hand
in hand through the country of immortal youth. And there is Mananaun,
the dark blue king, who looks at us with a smile of welcome. Ildathach
is lit up with its shining mountains, and the golden phantoms are
leaping there in the dawn! There is a path made for us! Come, Deirdre,
the god has made for us an island on the sea. (NAISI goes through
the door, and falls back, smitten by a spear-thrust.) The Druid
Cathvah!--The king!--O Deirdre! [He dies. DEIRDRE bends over the body,
taking the hands in hers.]

LAVARCAM--O gentle heart, thy wounds will be more bitter than his. Speak
but a word. That silent sorrow will kill thee and me. My darling, it was
fate, and I was not to blame. Come, it will comfort thee to weep beside
my breast. Leave the dead for vengeance, for heavy is the vengeance that
shall fall on this ruthless king.

DEIR