[{"node":{"title":"Ferg036","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg036","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Naisi, Deirdre, Wretched","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg036","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg036_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffDEIRDRE.\nThou'rt sad. \n\nNAISI,\nNot sad. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nSay not thou art not sad,\nElse I, more sad, shall say thou lovest me not. \n\nNAISI.\nI love thee, Deirdre ; ever : only thee. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWhence, then, that naughty knitting of the brow\nAnd turning of the eye away from mine ? \n\nNAISI.\nNot wholly sadness ; but I own at times\nMy mind is fretted with impatience\nOf longer exile in these Alban wilds. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAnd, wretched me! I am the cause of it \n\nNAISI.\nThink not I would reproach thee. Were't to do\nAgain, again I'd do it ; and defy\nConor's worst malice. Justly he may rage\nLosing his destined jewel, which to wear,\nI glory ; though but few its splendour see. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nEnough for me the wearer. Were the world\nPeopled by but us two, I were content. \n\nNAISI.\nNot so with me. Love makes the woman's life\nWithin-doors and without ; but, out of doors, \n","Type":"Text"}}]