[{"node":{"title":"Ferg060","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg060","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Conor, Impudence, Lord","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg060","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/Ferg060_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffNAISI.\nNor I, in truth. I have been somewhat chafed.\nGive me some wine ; and set the chess-tables.\nArdan will play with me, to pass the time,\nTill haply Conor send us his commands.\nAnd, Ainle, thou be umpire of the game. \n\nAINLE.\nBefore we sit, sir, shall we set the watch ? \n\nNAISI.\nNo. We are here in charge of trusted friends,\nAnd what is needful to be done they'll do. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nNurse, while in this defiant confidence\nHe sits, disdaining fortune, steal thou forth.\nAnd, mingling with the concourse in the hall,\nObserve what Conor does : and fetch me word. \n\nNAISI.\nWho's he who at the window there peeps in ?\nBegone, base fellow, whosoe'er thou art !\nI love not such espial. Play again.\nDeirdre, set forth thy harp ; and let the air\nBe brave and cheerful. We have nought to fear. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nI play my best ; though that be ill enough.\nMy heart is heavy at my fingers' ends. \n\nNAISI.\nHow ! What ! Our spying overseer again !\nTake that, thou villain, for thy impudence ! \n\n[Hurls the heavy chessman he is playing with at the spy,\nstriking him full on the face.] \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWhat has disturbed my lord ? \n\nNAISI.\nA spying knave\nAt yonder window, that, with brutal eyes,\nSurveyed us as we sat, and took thee in\nAs he'd appraise thy beauties, charm by charm.\nNone here shall pry into our privacy.\nLords, think it not in your disparagement,\nBut I would crave to have that casement closed,\nAnd, if it please you, let my battle-arms\nBe placed beside me, ready to my hand.\nThere, Deirdre, see, thy nurse would speak with thee. \n","Type":"Text"}}]