• Deirdre

Ferg036

DEIRDRE.
Thou'rt sad.

NAISI,
Not sad.

DEIRDRE.
Say not thou art not sad,
Else I, more sad, shall say thou lovest me not.

NAISI.
I love thee, Deirdre ; ever : only thee.

DEIRDRE.
Whence, then, that naughty knitting of the brow
And turning of the eye away from mine ?

NAISI.
Not wholly sadness ; but I own at times
My mind is fretted with impatience
Of longer exile in these Alban wilds.

DEIRDRE.
And, wretched me! I am the cause of it

NAISI.
Think not I would reproach thee. Were't to do
Again, again I'd do it ; and defy
Conor's worst malice. Justly he may rage
Losing his destined jewel, which to wear,
I glory ; though but few its splendour see.

DEIRDRE.
Enough for me the wearer. Were the world
Peopled by but us two, I were content.

NAISI.
Not so with me. Love makes the woman's life
Within-doors and without ; but, out of doors,

Ferg036
Coverage: 
1880
Keywords: 
Naisi, Deirdre, Wretched
Citation: 
Linen Hall Library, "Ferg036", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Mon, 07/13/2020 - 16:03, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg036