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    <title>Ferg042</title>
    <Collections>Deirdre</Collections>
    <Contributor>Linen Hall Library</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1880</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, February 4, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Ferg042</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Truants, Irish, Fergus</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg042</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg042_0.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿Of pardon and safe-conduct both for her
And him, and them, and all their company,
And, ere this present rounding moon come full,
I&#039;ll fetch the troop of truants back again.&quot;
&quot; Ah, ha,&quot; said he, &quot; thou knowest then where they
hide ? &quot;
&quot; Well do I know,&quot; I answered, &quot; but not tell,
Till first in open court thou&#039;st said me yea.&quot; 

NAISI.
What said he then to that ? 

FERGUS.
He sat awhile,
Revolving in his mind I know not what,
And something whispered Barach sitting by.
&quot; Say yea,&quot; said Conall. Said Cuchullin, &quot; king
Say yea, and we will be their sureties.&quot;
&quot; Yea then,&quot; said Conor, and the thing was done ;
And here am I ; and there my galley rides
Will land us safely this same afternoon
At Bon-a-Margy, upon Irish ground. 

NAISI.
Oh noble Fergus, let me kiss thy hand 1 

AINLE.
Our dear befriender and deliverer 1 

ARDAN.
In whose safe-conduct we do all confide. 

FERGUS.
What say&#039;st thou, daughter Deirdre, shall we go ? 

DEIRDRE.
Ah me, among you all what voice have I ?
Ye leap like fishes to the baited hook
And like young salmon will be drawn to land.
I knew &#039;twas Fergus ere I saw his face,
And knew he came a messenger of ill ;
For I am daughter of a seer sire,
And prescience of disaster came on me
With first announcement of his sail on shore. 

NAISI.
Say not disaster ; Fergus brings a boon ;
Even when, unpardoned, I’d have risked return,
Our pardon, on condition of return. 
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