[{"node":{"title":"Ferg067","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg067","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Levarcam, Despair, Death","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg067","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/Ferg067_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffNAISI.\nArdan and Ainle, to your tender care\nI give my Deirdre. Fence her, right and left,\nWith cover of your bodies and your shields.\nI take the front. Our cohort will make head\nFor the King's Stables. There at least we'll find\nA shelter v/e may better hope to hold\nTill Fergus's return ; or, happily,\nConveyance, and the chance of full escape. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nStay, Levarcam. They will not harm thee. Stay. \n\nLEVARCAM.\nAlack, I'm hurt, and stay against my will. \n\nNAISI.\nFriends, keep together. Deirdre, thou shalt see\nWhat love can do, if honour were unwise.\nCast wide the portal. Be the Gods our aid 1 \n\nLEVARCAM.\nI cannot see their onset. I but hear\nThe hurrying and the clashing. Oh, ye Gods.\nShield ye my darling one, or send her death\nRather than life with loathing and despair !\nI saw her, ere she left, prepare a cup ;\nWhat, and for what, I guess indeed too well.\nWould I could give it her, were that to do :\n'Twere my last service, and would be my best.\nHow dreadful 'tis to hear men dealing death.\nAnd not to know who falls and who keeps up.\nThe tumult slackens. We are saved or lost.\nOne side returns victorious. Deirdre comes :\nBut ah, her sidesmen are not those they were !\n'Tis Cormac leads her ; these are Conor's men\nThat bear the burthens in. Oh, heavy sight.\nArdan and Ainle and lord Naisi dead ! \n\nDEIRDRE.\nYe need not hold me. I am wholly calm.\nThanks, gentle Cormac, who hast won for me\nThe boon to see these nobles buried.\nGive them an honorable sepulture ;\nAnd, while ye dig their grave, let me begin\nMy lamentable death-song over them. \n","Type":"Text"}}]