[{"node":{"title":"Ferg040","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg040","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sea-birds, Conor, Ulster","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg040","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/Ferg040_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffSing to the harp, or listen to old tales\nOf love, and lover's perils, hopes and joys ;\nWhile Ardan and Lord Naisi seated by\nBeguiled the swift time in their chess-play-wars \n\nDEIRDRE,\nLo, Ardan comes in haste. He wears the look\nOf one who presently has news to tell.\nNo news were now good news. I pray the Gods\nWe're not found out ! \n\nARDAN.\nA sail, I've seen a sail\nUnless the sea-fog cheats my sight, a sail. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nA flight of sea-birds, haply ; not a sail. \n\nNAISI.\nNay, wherefore, not a sail ? Were't Conor himself\nAnd all his ships, I'd hail the face of man.\nLet's forth and see it, whatsoe'er it be. \n\nAINLE.\nHark, heard ye not a cry ? \n\nDEIRDRE.\nNo. Keep within,\n'Tis the fox barking, haply ; not a cry. \n\nARDAN.\n'Tis a man's cry ; a hunter's hallo, hark ! \n\nNAISI.\nI know the call ; an Ulster man is he\nWho gives it. If my old and glorious friend\nFergus, the son of Roy, yet walks the earth,\nIt is his hunting-call. Ho, Fergus, ho ! \n\nDEIRDRE.\nVain my contention. Here, alas, he comes. \n\nFERGUS.\nFound in good hour. Hail ! sons of Usnach, hail! \n\nNAISI.\nComest thou, Fergus, enemy or friend ? \n\nFERGUS.\nFriend as of old ; to well-loved friends I come, \n","Type":"Text"}}]