{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Ferg035","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg035","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Original, Ferguson","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg035","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/Ferg035_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"Origianl proof for printer\nOct 1879\nS.Ferguson\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"545"}},{"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","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"546"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg037","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg037","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Keel, Silence, Judgements","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg037","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/Ferg037_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAction and glory make the life of man.\nHere I have room for neither : here there's room\nOnly for solitudes interminable,\nFor desert vastness and vacuity.\nI see yon wave that never felt a keel\nSince first it rose, break white along the beach\nSo far beneath my feet, I hear it not.\nThe winds that whistle by me through the grass\nBring never sound of life but 'tis a beast\nOr bird that sends it ; save, perchance, at times\nMy brothers' or -my house-knave's hunting-cry\nMay stir the silence to a moment's life.\nI am impatient to consort again\nWith men, my equals : once again to speak\nMy thoughts in council, or in public court.\nSwaying the judgments of attending throngs,\nAnd charming minds to unanimity\nWith manly, warm-persuasive argument ;\nOr in the front ranks of embattled hosts\nTo interchange the cast of flying spears,\n'Mong bloody Mar's high competitors.\nWith poets to record us standing by.\nNay, at the fair, the games, the feasting board,\nTo look on friendly faces and to grasp\nThe trusted hands of other men, were joy\nWorth even daring the worst ; and back again\nTaking my customed place on Eman Green,\nThough there he sat, and all his hosts were there. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAlas, infatuate, who would shelter me\nWhen thou, fast bound, shouldst see me dragged away\nTo death it might be, or to worse than death ? \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"547"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg038","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg038","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cuchullin, Nessa, Conor","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg038","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/Ferg038_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\nNAISI.\nRenowned Cuchullin never would sit by\nAnd see thee wronged. Were Conall Carnach there,\nOr his own step-sire, Fergus, son of Roy,\nNo man should do my Deirdre injury. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nCuchullin do I trust, and Conall too ;\nBut Fergus gave his kingdom for a toy. \n\nNAISI.\nFor love of Nessa laid he kingship down.\nA lovelier Nessa, for the love of me.\nSpurned the same crown when it was offered to her. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nNessa now dead, he haunts the drinking-hall,\nMore than is seemly in a nobleman. \n\nNAISI.\nHall or hill-side, would we were with him now! \n\nDEIRDRE.\nHere we are safe ; keep to our shelter here.\nHere we have both been blest, and yet may be.\nForgetting Conor, and beyond his reach \n\nNAISI.\nMy loving, loyal brothers, too ; they left\nHome, pleasure, and renown, to follow me\nIn this elopement. I must think of them.\nAre they to waste their bloom of manly youth\nHere in this desert, without hope to wive ? \n\nDEIRDRE.\nThey ask but to partake their brother's lot ;\nHappy if he be happy. Me indeed\nThey love as a true sister. Never yet\nHave I beheld on either gentle face \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"548"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg039","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg039","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Banishment, Ainle, Brother","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg039","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/Ferg039_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffGloom or reproachful look ; though, were it there\n'Twere not for me to wonder or complain ;\nFor I, alas ! am she that tempted you\nTo that rash, rapturous, defiant deed\nThat wraps us all in bonds of banishment.\nNo, never have they shown themselves to me\nOther than sweet, affectionate, and gay. \n\nNAISI.\nThou would'st not have them lose their joy of life\nTo keep us happy?\n\nDEIRDRE.\nHappy in thy love,\nI can but think of that estate alone.\nLove is all-selfish. Love but thinks of one.\nIts own fulfilment is love's world to love.\nBut here comes gentle Ainle from the chase. \n\nNAISI.\nGood brother, welcome : what is next afoot ? \n\nAINLE.\nWe hunt to-morrow in the corrie, sir. \n\nNAISI.\nAy, I have hunted in the corrie oft.\nAnd there seen buck and doe, but never a man.\nAnd when I've slain my quarry, I have said,\n\" Beast, thou wast happy as compared with me,\nFor thou wast of a good town citizen,\nAnd mingledst antlers bravely with thy peers.\" \n\nAINLE.\nWhat ails our brother ? \n\nDEIRDRE.\n'Tis a fond regret,\nBred of the solitary life we lead. \n\nAINLE.\nNot solitary. I were well content,\nIn such good company as still we have.\nTo spend my days a-hunting ; and at eve\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"549"}},{"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","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"550"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg041","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg041","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Spell, Freedom, Maev","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg041","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/Ferg041_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAnd welcome may the message be I bring. \n\nNAISI.\nFrom whom and what the message? Sends he peace? \n\nFERGUS.\nConor sends peace and pardon. I myself\nYour warrantor and convoy. \n\nNAISI.\nFavouring Gods !\nWhat spell has wrought him to forgive my wrong? \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWe did him not a wrong. The wrong was his.\nHe kept me as a dainty for his use.\nLocked in a prison-garden shamefully ;\nBeast, who might well have been my grandfather I\nTill Naisi gave me freedom, and I gave\nNaisi the love was only mine to give. \n\nFERGUS.\nWhat, daughter : thou shalt come as well as he,\nAnd have him for thyself, be it wrong or right.\n'Tis fixed and warranted ; and here's the hand\nWill make it good. Naisi, the case stood thus :\nMy politic, learned step-son found his Maev\nA partner somewhat over-arrogant,\nAnd broke the marriage. Maev, imperial jade,\nHas wed with Ailill, Tinne's son, and reigns\nWith him o'er the Connacians : in his halls\nOf battlemented Croghan nursing hate\n'Gainst now-detested Conor ; and from wilds\nOf Irrus drawing Gamanradian braves\nAnd fierce Damnonian sworders, sends them forth\n'Gainst the Ultonian borders, host on host.\nPressing the Red Branch with perpetual war.\nWe've fought them, and we've chased them oft, but still\nThey issue from their heathy western hives\nAs thick as summer midges, and our swords\nAre dulled with slaughter, and our arms are tired.\nWe've missed thee, Naisi, and thy brothers here ;\nThere's the plain truth. We missed and needed you.\nAnd we, \u2014 Cuchullin, Conall, and myself, \u2014\nAvowed it in full council. And, said I,\n\" Sir, give me liberty to carry them\nThe royal message with assurance firm. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"551"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg042","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg042","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Truants, Irish, Fergus","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg042","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/Ferg042_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffOf pardon and safe-conduct both for her\nAnd him, and them, and all their company,\nAnd, ere this present rounding moon come full,\nI'll fetch the troop of truants back again.\"\n\" Ah, ha,\" said he, \" thou knowest then where they\nhide ? \"\n\" Well do I know,\" I answered, \" but not tell,\nTill first in open court thou'st said me yea.\" \n\nNAISI.\nWhat said he then to that ? \n\nFERGUS.\nHe sat awhile,\nRevolving in his mind I know not what,\nAnd something whispered Barach sitting by.\n\" Say yea,\" said Conall. Said Cuchullin, \" king\nSay yea, and we will be their sureties.\"\n\" Yea then,\" said Conor, and the thing was done ;\nAnd here am I ; and there my galley rides\nWill land us safely this same afternoon\nAt Bon-a-Margy, upon Irish ground. \n\nNAISI.\nOh noble Fergus, let me kiss thy hand 1 \n\nAINLE.\nOur dear befriender and deliverer 1 \n\nARDAN.\nIn whose safe-conduct we do all confide. \n\nFERGUS.\nWhat say'st thou, daughter Deirdre, shall we go ? \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAh me, among you all what voice have I ?\nYe leap like fishes to the baited hook\nAnd like young salmon will be drawn to land.\nI knew 'twas Fergus ere I saw his face,\nAnd knew he came a messenger of ill ;\nFor I am daughter of a seer sire,\nAnd prescience of disaster came on me\nWith first announcement of his sail on shore. \n\nNAISI.\nSay not disaster ; Fergus brings a boon ;\nEven when, unpardoned, I\u2019d have risked return,\nOur pardon, on condition of return. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"552"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg043","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg043","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fergus, Deputy, Conor","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg043","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/Ferg043_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffEIRDRE.\nAy, by a time is now impossible.\nUnder the very wording of the boon.\nThe moon, then rounding, rises full to-night :\nHow then return before the moon be full?\n\nNAISI.\n'Tis our return, and placing of ourselves\nAt Conor's orders, not the hour precise\nOf our return, that will entitle us\nTo that which he has promised in return. \n\nARDAN.\nAnd, say that time were of the bargain part,\nEnough if by to-night we reach his realm,\nReturning, so, in jurisdiction. \n\nAINLE.\nLord Fergus here stands as in Conor's place,\nAnd here we yield us freely to his will\nTo stay or to return as he commands. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAfter to-night his function's at an end,\nAnd he no longer Conor's deputy. \n\nFERGUS.\nWhy, Deirdre, thou'rt chief justice of the court !\nHad I but had thee by me on the bench,\nI ne'er had ceased to rule for lack of law.\nBut lay these puzzling niceties aside.\nYou journey back on my protection\nAnd warrant of safe-conduct, all of you. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"553"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg044","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg044","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Desires, Sceptre, Nature","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg044","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/Ferg044_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\nDEIRDRE. \n\nWhat warrant did false Conor ever allow\nTo stand between him and his own desires ?\nThou deem'dst his sureties good when in thy place\nThou sett'st him for a year, and thought he'd yield\nThe loaned dominion when the time was out.\nThou hadst the sighs of Nessa and his oath\nFor surety then ; but when the day was come\nTo yield thee back the sceptre, robe, and crown.\nHe king'd it still ; and rates thee, ever since,\nHis valiant subject and good stepfather. \n\nNAISI.\nInjurious Deirdre, thou art beautiful,\nBut hast a bitter and unguarded tongue.\nFergus allowed young Conor to retain\nThe sovereignty he lent him, not because\nConor demanded, but himself so will'd.\nFor who would fill a royal judgment-seat\nMust study close the law's intricacies,\nAnd leave delights untasted, Fergus loves\nBetter than balancing litigious scales.\nAnd hearing false oaths bear the jargon out\nOf wrangling pleaders. Nature him has framed \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"554"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg045","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg045","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chess-board, Levarcam, Nessa","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg045","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/Ferg045_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffFor love, for friendship, and for poesy ;\nNor rules there king in Erin, not himself,\nTh' arch-king of Tara, Conary, glorious son\nOf Ederscal, would venture, or have power,\nTo violate safe-conduct given by him. \n\nFERGUS.\nDaughter, thou art the wife of my good friend ;\nI therefore hear not any word ill-timed,\nIf such were spoken. But beseech you, come\nThe tide now serves us, and the wind sits fair.\nArray ye quick, and let us seek the shore. \n\nNAISI.\nBring forth my chess-board and its furniture,\nMy battle-tackle, and my hunting-gear,\nFor glad I am, and full resolved to go. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nCall me nurse Levarcam, and bring my harp.\nSirs, I am ready. Yes, I knew thy cry,\nFergus, for, I remember, once you rode\nTo hunt with Nessa close beneath my bower :\nAnd I could tell you still what robes ye wore.\nAnd what the several names ye called your hounds.\n'Twas then I heard it, and I know it still,\nBut feigned I knew it not ; and to no end.\nYes, from that turret on my garden wall\nI oft have viewed the Brethren of the Branch,\nAnd learned their cries of combat and of chase ;\nAnd there I oft saw him my eyes preferred,\nAs my heart prizes still above all men.\nAnd where he goes, I go along with him. \n\nFERGUS.\nSee here our galley. Send us forth a plank.\nHold by my hand. Deirdre, I swear to you,\nMy heart is lighter now you are on board ;\nFor a good ending shall our journey have,\nAnd I am sure thou 'It thank me for it yet.\nCast off ! Up sail ! She feels the wind. We fly. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"555"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg046","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg046","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Harp, Etive, Glades","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg046","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/Ferg046_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\nCall me nurse Levarcam, and bring my harp.\nSirs, I am ready. Yes, I knew thy cry,\nFergus, for, I remember, once you rode\nTo hunt with Nessa close beneath my bower :\nAnd I could tell you still what robes ye wore.\nAnd what the several names ye called your hounds.\n'Twas then I heard it, and I know it still,\nBut feigned I knew it not ; and to no end.\nYes, from that turret on my garden wall\nI oft have viewed the Brethren of the Branch,\nAnd learned their cries of combat and of chase ;\nAnd there I oft saw him my eyes preferred,\nAs my heart prizes still above all men.\nAnd where he goes, I go along with him. \n\nFERGUS.\nSee here our galley. Send us forth a plank.\nHold by my hand. Deirdre, I swear to you,\nMy heart is lighter now you are on board ;\nFor a good ending shall our journey have,\nAnd I am sure thou 'It thank me for it yet.\nCast off ! Up sail ! She feels the wind. We fly. \n\nNAISI.\nThe hills race past us See, we leave the lake\nAnd breast the sea. There Jura bares her paps\nAmid her cloudy sucklings, nurse of storms.\nWe steer betwixt her and the mainland here,\nFor outside lies the whirlpool in whose gulf\nBrecan of old and all his ships went down.\nDance, sparkling billows, as my spirits dance !\nMine now were perfect joy were thou but gay. \n\nDEIRDRE. \n\nGive me my harp, and let me sing a song ;\nAnd, nurse, undo the fastenings of my hair ;\nFor I would mingle tresses with the wind\nFrom Etive side, where happy days were mine. \n\nI.\nHarp, take my bosom's burthen on thy string,\nAnd, turning it to sad, sweet melody,\nWaste and disperse it on the careless air. \n\nII.\nAir, take the harp-string's burthen on thy breast,\nAnd, softly thrilling soul ward through the sense,\nBring my love's heart again in tune with mine \n\nIII.\nBless'd v/ere the hours when, heart in tune with heart.\nMy love and I desired no happier home\nThan Etive's airy glades and lonely shore. \n\nIV.\nAlba, farewell ! Farewell, fair Etive bank !\nSun kiss thee ; moon caress thee ; dewy stars\nRefresh thee long, dear scene of quiet days ! \n\nFERGUS.\n'Tis loved companionship makes nature fair;\nAnd scenes as fair as Etive wait thee yet.\nThou soon shall have that company thou wouldst,\nAnd choice of Ulad to enjoy it in : \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"556"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg047","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg047","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Buino, Illan, Usnach","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg047","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/Ferg047_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffFor, see, the capes of Erin heave in sight,\nFair Foreland yonder on his eastern watch.\nAnd there Dunseverick. Lo, the warning fire\nThat gives the signal we are seen from shore \n\nNAISI.\nWhat concourse this that waits us on the beach ? \n\nFERGUS\nMethinks 'tis Barach's ensign I discern,\nOur well-loved, valiant Brother of the Branch.\nYea, it is he : and yonder, by my life.\nTwo not unworthy, hopeful candidates\nFor brotherly admittance, my own sons.\nDark Buino Borb, and Ulan Finn the Fair. \n\nBARACH.\nWelcome to Fergus. Push the plank to shore.\nDescend, fair daughter. Sons of Usnach, hail I \n\nFERGUS.\nMy noble brother Barach ! Nay, great sir,\n'Tis not for thee to be our cup-bearer. \n\nBARACH.\nTo better use could none commend the cup,\nNor goblet offer from a riper cask. \n\nFERGUS.\nWine, this, the king of the world might drink and die. \n\nBARACH.\nDrink, and long live. And, noble Naisi, thou\nDrink too. \n\nNAISI.\nThis cup to health and thanks : no more. \n\nBARACH.\nWhat, Fergus, thou must sup with me to-night ? \n\nFERGUS.\nI pray thee, Barach, hold me as excused.\nWe journey hastily, as thou may'st see.\nFetch forth the chariots. Have the posts been warned ? \n\nBUINO.\nRelays are ready, and the inns prepared. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"557"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg048","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg048","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Dunseverick, Brethren, Fergus","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg048","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/Ferg048_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\nFERGUS.\nMount, daughter Deirdre. Fill the cup again,\nAnd fair farewells and healths to all of you. \n\nBARACH.\nFergus, thou wilt not pass a brother's door ?\nWe wait thee at Dunseverick. Let thy wards\nTake the protection of thy own good sons.\nThey'll see them safe. To that end Buino Borb\nIs this same morning from Emania come,\nAnd here finds Ulan by a lucky chance\nJourneying thither with his company.\nThy honor shall not suffer in their hands. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nFergus, thou'rt pledged to us. Say nay to him. \n\nBARACH.\nHe shall not say me nay. My board is spread ;\nThe choicest Brethren of the Branch are there,\nAnd much would marvel should his place be void.\nHis sons are well-sufficient in his room.\nWhat though ye journeyed to the Branch alone,\nNone dare molest you, such a sheltering shield\nIs the pledged word of Fergus ; and they know,\nFrom post to post, 'tis on his guarantee\nAnd pass-word that ye travel ; since the king\nOn his assurances has pardoned you. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nFergus, I put thee under bond and vow,\nPledged but to-day, that thou desert us not. \n\nBARACH.\nFergus, I put thee under bond and vow.\nPledged when we made thee Brother of the Branch,\nThou pass not further till thou sup with me. \n\nFERGUS.\nI pray thee, Barach, to forbear thy suit. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"558"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg049","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg049","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Childhood, Eman, Brethren","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg049","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/Ferg049_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\nFERGUS.\nMount, daughter Deirdre. Fill the cup again,\nAnd fair farewells and healths to all of you. \n\nBARACH.\nFergus, thou wilt not pass a brother's door ?\nWe wait thee at Dunseverick. Let thy wards\nTake the protection of thy own good sons.\nThey'll see them safe. To that end Buino Borb\nIs this same morning from Emania come,\nAnd here finds Ulan by a lucky chance\nJourneying thither with his company.\nThy honor shall not suffer in their hands. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nFergus, thou'rt pledged to us. Say nay to him. \n\nBARACH.\nHe shall not say me nay. My board is spread ;\nThe choicest Brethren of the Branch are there,\nAnd much would marvel should his place be void.\nHis sons are well-sufficient in his room.\nWhat though ye journeyed to the Branch alone,\nNone dare molest you, such a sheltering shield\nIs the pledged word of Fergus ; and they know,\nFrom post to post, 'tis on his guarantee\nAnd pass-word that ye travel ; since the king\nOn his assurances has pardoned you. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nFergus, I put thee under bond and vow,\nPledged but to-day, that thou desert us not. \n\nBARACH.\nFergus, I put thee under bond and vow.\nPledged when we made thee Brother of the Branch,\nThou pass not further till thou sup with me. \n\nFERGUS.\nI pray thee, Barach, to forbear thy suit. \n\nBARACH.\nNo : neither will I that forbear, nor bear\nThis public scorn that Deirdre puts on me. \n\nFERGUS.\nNaisi, what answer wouldst thou I should make .''\nI cannot halve myself : but these, my sons,\nAre part of me and will not shame the rest.\nThey cannot fill my place at Barach's board,\nBut, at your side for convoy, well they can. \n\nNAISI.\nWhere vow conflicts with vow, first-vow'd, prevails,\nTherefore, though Barach's be a churlish choice.\nMade against woman and way-faring men,\nI judge him best entitled. Sup with him.\nBuino, I have not known thee until now,\nBut deem thy father's son must needs be true,\nCourteous, and valiant. Ulan I have known\nSince childhood, and in saying that, say all\nThat commendation vouches in a man.\nWhat then, young nobles, are ye ready, say,\nTo be our convoy in your father's room,\nFrom hence to Eman gate, and thenceforward\nTill Fergus do rejoin us .'' \n\nBUINO AND ILLAN.\nReady, sir. \n\nNAISI.\nI ask no oaths. I read in eyes of both\nBright honor's pledge ; and so commit myself\nMy wife, my brethren, and my serving train\nInto your keeping. Mount, and let us ride. \n\nFERGUS\nSons, play the part of men, and show me well\nIn your presentment of me at the court.\nThou, Buino, have my spear : and, Illan, thou \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"559"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg050","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg050","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fairyland, Knocklayd, Glenariff","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg050","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/Ferg050_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffTake this good sword of mine. There -spreads no shield \n\nBefore the breast of champion of the Branch\nBut it will pierce it ; Conor's own except :\nFor it was forged by smiths of fairyland,\nAnd all the voices of the floods and seas\nWhen loudest raised, are welded in its rim.\nBut in this errand that I send you on\nNo need will either have of sword or spear. \n\nNAISI.\nMount, Deirdre Sons of Fergus, ride beside ;\nSet forward cheerly: son of Roy, adieu ! \n\nDEIRDRE.\n'Tis hard to fancy fraud behind an eye\nSo open blue. Ride near me, Ulan Finn ;\nAnd, as our chariot glides along the mead.\nTell me the mountains and the streams we pass,\nThe lakes, the woods, and mansions by the way.\nWhat hills be these around us ? \n\nILLAN.\nThat, Knocklayd\nTo rightward, girded with his chalky belt ;\nLurgeden yonder, smoothly-back' d to us,\nBut browed like frowning giant toward the sea ;\nAnd now to leftward, haunted by the fays,\nGlenariff's birchen bowers and clear cascade. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAnd in the distance, glittering to the west ? \n\nILLAN.\nOur silver river, that; the humming Bann. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWhy humming ? \n\nILLAN.\n'Tis a pretty country tale \u2014 \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"560"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg051","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg051","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"River, Liban, Gods","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg051","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/Ferg051_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffHow one who played the pipes to please his love,\nWas by a jealous water-sprite drawn in :\nAnd when the river buzzes through his reeds,\nThey say 'tis he that still would pipe to her,\nBut that the fairy has his chanter hid,\nAnd left him but the drone. An idle tale. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nNay, nought is idle that records true love.\nFrom Neagh's lake, methinks, that river runs ? \n\nILLAN.\nYea truly \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAnd they tell another tale\nHow that was once dry champaign, do they not ? \n\nILLAN.\nYes ; 'twas young Liban's task to watch the well.\nAnd duly close its covering-lid at eve.\nLest something evil there inhabiting\nShould issue forth : but, on an afternoon,\nWalking with her true lover, with a mind\nThat thought of nothing evil, she forgot\nWell and well-lid ; and so the under-sea\nBurst through and drowned the valley : but the Gods,\nWho favour constant lovers, spared their lives ;\nAnd there, beneath a glassy dome they dwell,\nStill pleased in one another's company.\nThe lake lies yonder : we shall see it soon. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nMark how the simple country people deck\nEach natural scene with graceful tales of love.\nWhile the strong castles and the towns of men \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"561"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg052","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg052","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Maidens, Hunters, Humanity","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg052","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/Ferg052_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAre by the poets and historians\nStuck full of tragedies and woes of war. \n\nILLAN.\nThose are but tales to pass away the time,\nInvented by the fancies of poor swains\nAnd rustic maidens: but the chroniclers,\nWho note the deeds done in the haunts of men,\nHave oft but wicked actions to record. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAnd therefore thou ? \u2014 \n\nILLAN.\nWould rather if I might,\nFrequent the open country, and converse\nWith shepherds, hunters, and such innocents. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nYet wouldst thou not shun martial deeds of arms ? \n\nILLAN.\nI dare not shun them, did they challenge me,\nFor that were base, unmanly cowardice ;\nBut I would rather win the smiles I love\nBy mild humanity and gentleness. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nThou lovest, then ? \n\nILLAN.\nA peerless maid I love\nAnd, for her sake, methinks, love all the world ;\nFor all the world's perfections are in her. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nLong be thou happy in believing so ;\nHave me in kind regard as I have thee,\nAnd pry thee let thy brother take thy place.\nDark though he be, as thou art flaxen fair\nI trust I may esteem him equally.\nRide near me Buino: let me talk with thee :\nSay, wherefore, do men call thee Buino Borb ? \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"562"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg053","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg053","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fear, Rents, Estates","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg053","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/Ferg053_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffBUINO.\nA something haughty that they find in me,\n\u2014 Or, as I fancy, fancy that they find, \u2014\nNot unbeseeming in the eldest born\nOf him who once wore crown of all we see,\nLed some at first to call me by that name,\nWhich now, by oft repeating, clings to me. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nConor's young Cormac and thyself, methinks,\nAre of an age, and, haply, by and by.\nFor that same crown may be competitors. \n\nBUINO.\nSmall were my fear, were there but I and he. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWhy hold him, pry thee, in that light esteem ? \n\nBUINO.\nBecause, too nice, and over-scrupulous,\nHe weighs his actions in a tedious scale,\nNor strikes when favouring fortune gives the ball. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAnd thou ? \u2014 \n\nBUINO.\nI've won already from his sire\nPromise half-ratified of rents and lands\nWill make me higher in estate than he.\n'Twas not by letting fair occasion slip\nI won that promise, let me promise thee. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nHow called, the promised principality ? \n\nBUINO.\nDalwhinny 'twill be, when the land is mine, \n\nDEIRDRE.\nBut, ere the gift's complete, behoves thee snatch\nSome fresh occasion to commend thyself ? \n\nBUINO.\nWhich doubtless yet will come. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nTurn here thy eye?\nAnd tell me, Buino, of thy courtesy,\nWhat do they under yonder aged tree,\nItself a grove, a leafy temple-court ? \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"563"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg054","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg054","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sun, Wind, Chambers","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg054","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/Ferg054_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffBUINO.\nThat is renowned Crevilly's sacred ash,\nAnd they beneath it are its worshippers\nSmall the return their worship's like to bring,\nMade to dead wood and early-dropping leaves. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nThou deemest, then, there is no God in it ? \n\nBUINO.\nNo more than in the fountain or the earn,\nThe pillar-circle or the standing stone,\nWhere other worshippers perform their rounds. \n\nDEIRDRE\nNor in the sun, or wind, or elements ? \n\nBUINO.\nNo more \n\nDEIRDRE\nBut thou believest in the Gods\nWho, whether present under forms of things\nPerceptible to sense, or whether lodged\nApart in secret chambers of the air,\nTake notice of the impious acts of men\nAs murders, treasons, lovers' broken vows ? \n\nBUINO.\nSunshine and dew fall equal on the fields\nOf this man and of that : the thunderbolt\nStrikes, indiscriminating, good and bad. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nHow, then, oblige men to the oaths they swear ? \n\nBUINO,\nEach nation has its proper swearing-Gods,\nWhom invocating, if one speak the Ue,\nBeing found out, he's punishable here. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nBut there ? \n\nBUINO\nI know not : I was never there,\nNor ever yet met anyone who was\nBut all these things may be as thou hast said.\nI know not : but allow it possible. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nOh ! yonder see the lake in prospect fair,\nIt lies beneath us like a polished shield.\nAh, me ! methinks, I could imagine it\nCast down by some despairing deity.\nFlying before the unbelief of men.\nThere, in the vale below, a river clear\nRuns by a mounded mansion steep and strong\nKnow'st thou the name and story of the place ? \n\nBUINO.\n'Tis called Rathmore, and nothing more know I.\nUlan belike has got some old romance,\nPassing with poets for its history \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"564"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg055","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg055","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Monster, Ollarva, Imagery","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg055","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/Ferg055_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffDEIRDRE\nUlan, what king was he dwelt here of yore ? \n\nILLAN.\nFergus, the son of Leidi' Lithe-o'-limb,\nEre yet he reigned at Eman, did dwell here \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWhat, Fergus Wry-mouth ? I have heard of him,\nAnd how he came by his ill-favoured name,\nAnd struck his bond-maid, and should pay for it.\n'Tis a fair valley. And 'twas here he lived ?\nMethinks I see him when he rose again\nFrom combat with the monster, and his face,\nThat had that blemish till love wiped it off,\nSerene and ample-featured like a king \n\nILLAN\nNot love, but anger, made him fight the beast. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nNo, no, I will not have it anger Love\nPrompts every deed heroic. 'Tis the fault\nOf him who did compose the tale at first,\nNot to have shown 'twas love unblemish'd him.\nAnd so 'tis here we cross Ollarva's fords.\nAnd, with our wheels still dripping, skirt the lake }\nNo longer shows it like the ample shield\nI pictured it, when gazing from above.\n'Tis now a burnished falchion half-unsheathed\nFrom cover of the woods and velvet lawns.\nOh ! happy fancy, what a friend art thou,\nThat, with thy unsubstantial imagery,\nEffacest solidest and hardest things.\nAnd mak'st the anxious and o'erburthened mind\nMove for a while forgetful of itself,\nAmid its thick surrounding obstacles,\nAs easy as a maiden young and gay\nMoves through the joyous mazes of the dance '\nThanks, gracious Ulan, for thy fair discourse\nThat has beguiled the way so happily. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"565"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg056","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg056","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Athairne, Naas, Dundealga","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg056","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/Ferg056_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffTill now, when almost nearing to the goal.\nBuino, thou'rt from Emania newly come :\nSay shall we find renowned Conall there } \n\nBUINO.\nA messenger from Leinster late arrived\nReports Athairne, primate of the bards,\nMaltreated of Mesgedra, King of Naas ;\nAnd Conall has departed to his aid. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAnd where Cuchullin ? \n\nBUINO.\nAt Dundealga he,\nRepressing tumult of his borderers there. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nHow lies Emania ; and Dundealga how ? \n\nBUINO.\nStraight on, Dundealga : Eman to the right \n\nDEIRDRE.\nMy lord, I counsel that we journey on\nStraight to Cuchullin's mansion, \n\nBUINO.\nSurely no.\nOur charge is to conduct you to the king. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWe are not prisoners, Buino, in thy hands.\nNaisi, beseech thee, let's not trust ourselves\nAt court of Conor, till our friends be there \n\nBUINO.\nYour friends are here : faith-worthy friends as they. \n\nNAISI.\nLet's on to Eman : 'twere a heinous slight\nPut on these frank and brave young noblemen\nTo doubt their will and full ability\nFor our protection, were protection claimed.\nBut none will call in question or impugn\nThe word of Fergus for our safety pledged\nThy fears are groundless. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"566"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg057","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg057","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Forbear, Buino, Master","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg057","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/Ferg057_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffDEIRDRE.\nFergus is not here :\nFergus has found occasion not to be\nWhere our occasions do most call for him :\nFergus consorts with whispering Barach now :\nHe shifts us on his proxies, young and raw ;\nAnd thou hast heard on what support we lean,\nTrusting the faithless faith of one of them. \n\nNAISI.\nThou wrong'st him, Deirdre. \n\nBUINO.\nYea, she does me wrong.\nBut not for that will I be false to you. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nYea, not for that wilt thou be false to us. \n\nILLAN.\nWe both will spend our lives to see you safe. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nThou wouldst. I well believe it ; but for him\nTo whom the Gods are possibilities,\nMay-be's, perchances, I've no trust in him. \n\nNAISI.\nDeirdre, forbear. Buino, good cause hast thou\nFor thy displeasure ; but it rests with me\nTo order our proceeding, not with her. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nOh rash, insensate, weakly-credulous.\nThat thinkest all men honest as thyself ! \n\nNAISI.\nOne must be master ; and that one am I ;\nAnd I must judge this case for all of you.\nMan lives by mutual trust. The commonwealth\nFalls into chaos if man trust not man.\nFor then all joint endeavours come to nought,\nAnd each pursues his separate intent,\nBacked by no other labour than his own. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"567"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg058","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg058","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Eman, Noble, Justice","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg058","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/Ferg058_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffWhich confidence, which bond of social life,\nIs bred in some of just experience,\nOf oaths and terror of the Gods in some,\nBut, in the most, of natural honesty\nThat God has planted in the breast of man,\nThereby distinguishing him from the beasts.\nAnd where I find it, ground it as it may,\nIn use, religion, or mere manliness,\nThere do I love, revere, and cherish it.\nAnd since these courteous, brave young gentlemen\nHave taken it on their honor and their truth\nTo hold us harmless, though we near the gates\nOf one who bears me great and just ill-will,\nI'll trust them wholly ; nor affront their faith\nWith any scrupulous, unhandsome show\nOf base suspicion, diffidence, or fear.\nDrive on to Eman, therefore. Rightward drive.\nIt is my will, and I will have it so. \n\nDERIDRE.\nNurse Levarcam, rememberest thou the time\nWe sat together on that hill we see\nThere where the sky-line has a streak of gray.\nAnd snow was on the ground ? \n\nLEVARCAM.\nAye, well indeed\nDo I remember, darling ; it was there\nThou sawest him first, and said the sifted snow\nWas hardly fairer \n\nDEIRDRE.\nHe has frowned on me\nThrice, now, who never frowned on me before.\nYet am I prouder to be ruled by him,\nAnd, for that noble justice of his mind, \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"568"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg059","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg059","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Red Branch, Spirit, Supper","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg059","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/Ferg059_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffDo love him better, were that possible\nWhere love was always best, than e'er before. \n\nLEVARCAM.\nMy pet, my precious one, we know not yet\nBut that the king may treat us honestly.\nIf to the Red Branch lodging we be sent,\nMistrust him : but, elsewhere, set face to face,\nAnd other champions of the province by,\nHe durst not venture such a villany\nAs thy dark-omening spirit shudders at.\nBut, see, we near the town. The sun sets red.\nAnd turns the low-hung awning of the clouds\nInto a lowering, crimson canopy. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nBlood-red it hangs. I know the augury\nBut knowledge and forewarning now come late. \n\nNAISI.\nWe near the palace. See, a steward comes\nTo lead us to our lodging. Sir, precede :\nWe follow. 'Tis the Red Branch, as I see,\nWe are assigned to. Often in this hall\nHave I been merry, and will be again.\nHere's supper laid. Beseech you sit ye down\nAnd let's refresh ourselves, \n\nDEIRDRE.\nI cannot eat. \n\nNAISI.\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","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"569"}},{"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","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"570"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg061","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg061","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Royson, Cormac, Father","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg061","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/Ferg061_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffLEVARCAM.\nMy sweet, my darling, I am here again\nHe means us ill. I've seen and spoke with him.\nHe sat at table with his judges by.\nAnd made this question with them, whether we\nNot rendering ourselves before the full o' the moon,\nHis promise made to Fergus Royson, held ?\nThe judges differed. Half of them affirmed\nHis promise was, in that, conditional,\nAnd, the condition failing, it held not.\nThe other half as stiffly did maintain\nThe point of time was nothing to the point,\nAnd that, though Fergus might be late a day.\nThe pardon granted us did yet hold good.\nWith these young Cormac, sitting by, agreed.\nAnd, to confirm his argument, did swear\nThat, saving still the duty of a son\nDefending father, were his sire assailed,\nHe never would raise weapon 'gainst poor guests\nDrawn in to jeopardy of life and limb\nBy plotted covin and duplicity.\nWhereat \u2014 what I had never seen before \u2014\nConor, who, ever, was as temperate\nAs his brave step-sire jovial, swallowed down\nTwo mighty cups of wine ; and, spying me,\nHe called me up, and, there before them all,\nDemanded many things concerning thee,\nAnd did thy beauty live upon thee still ?\n\" No,\" said I ; \" she is wrinkled, lean, and old,\nAnd nothing like the Deirdre that she was \"\n\u2014 The Gods forgive me for the loving lie !\nBut while I spoke, one entering cried, \" 'Tis false !\nThere lives not beauty on the earth's expanse\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"571"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg062","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg062","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Crafty, Quarrel, Usnach","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg062","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/Ferg062_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffFit to compare with her's. I saw her sit,\"\nThe insolent eaves-dropper did go on,\n\" A perfect goddess, lovely to behold.\nUpon a silken couch : she flung her arms.\nNo ivory fairer, o'er her golden harp.\nAnd played a merry and delightful air\nSo sweet, I stood as in an ecstacy ;\nWhen that strong traitor who consorts with her.\nSpying me, snatched a chessman from the board\nAnd flung it full at me : see here the wound.\"\nWith that he showed his cheek besmeared with blood,\n\u2014 I would the just Gods it had been his brains. \u2014\nAnd Conor, rising, cried to fetch his arms,\nAnd vowed he would avenge his messenger ;\nThen some cried \" treason \" ; others that denied.\nAnd Cormac called out, \" Never better hap\nBefall a cranny-haunting, mousing spy ! \"\nWhereat I judged it well to come away,\nAnd there I left them wrangling noisily. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nIt is a crafty pretext for a quarrel ;\nThat quarrel to be pretext for his death,\nAnd my deliverance into hands abhorred.\nWho here ? \n\nBUINO.\nWho here?\n\nPURSUIVANT.\nA messenger from Conor, I. \n\nBUINO.\nHis will ? \n\nPURSUIVANT.\nHe wills that thou deliver up\nNaisi the son of Usnach, who stands charged\nWith wounding to effusion of the blood. \n\nBUINO.\nUnder safe conduct is lord Naisi here, \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"572"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg063","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg063","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Private, Betray, Poisoned","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg063","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/Ferg063_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAnd we, as sons and lawful deputies\nOf his great surety, Fergus son of Roy,\nAre answerable for him. \n\nPURSUIVANT.\nYield him up. \n\nBUINO.\nWe will not yield him. There I plant the spear\nOf Fergus. Pass it, and I strike thee dead. \n\nPURSUIVANT.\nBuino, a message for thy private ear \n\nBUINO.\nDeliver it without. I follow thee. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nIt is the confirmation of the grant\nThat bribes him to betray us. \n\nILLAN.\nOh, no, no !\nIf that were possible, I'd die of shame. \n\nNAISI.\nAwait him : he'll return. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nOh trustful breast,\nIncapable of comprehending guile.\nAs is the goblet of true crystal stone\nTo hold the poisoned draught that shivers it.\nWould I could bear thy heart-break, now at hand 1 \n\nAINLE.\nHe comes not back. Sir, shall we take our arms ? \n\nNAISI.\nWhat, Ulan, wouldst thou that we deem ourselves\nDischarged the duty to rely on thee ? \n\nILLAN.\nNot while I live, and these, my father's men,\nAre here to make the pledge of Fergus good. \n\nNAISI.\nThe move is with thee, Ardan. Play again. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"573"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg064","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg064","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Private, Crystal, Duty","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg064","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/Ferg064_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffLord Buino will come back to us anon. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nDalwhinny's lord, he never will come back. \n\nNAISI.\nI hear one coming. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nOh my heart ! not he. \n\nPURSUIVANT.\nIn the king's name, yield ye my prisoner up,\nOr Conor's self will fetch him. He's at hand. \n\nILL AN\nWe will not yield him up, to thee or him. \n\nPURSUIVANT.\nThy brother Buino spoke as brave as thou,\nAnd he has done his homage gratefully.\nAnd now is lord of lands and seigniories, \n\nNAISI.\nWe're not betrayed ? \n\nILLAN.\nOh Naisi, what a word !\nThou soon shalt see I am not worthy it. \n\nPURSUIVANT.\nIlan, I bear a message for thee too.\nOut with it. \n\nILLAN.\nOut with it.\n\nPURSUIVANT.\nLet me have thy private ear. \n\nILLAN.\nWhat, tampering villain, wouldst thou bribe me too ?\nUp, comrades ; thrust the fellow from the door.\nThey shall not Uve who offer Ulan shame. \n\nPURSUIVANT.\nAssistance, ho, without ! \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"574"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg065","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg065","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Barracks, Blood, Glorious","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg065","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/Ferg065_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffDEIRDRE.\nThey force the door. \n\nILLAN.\nWe'll meet and drive them to their barracks back.\nThrow the door open ! Charge upon the knaves ! \n\nLEVARCAM.\nOh ye good heavens, what a man is here\nWe counted but an hour ago a boy 1\nHe darts upon them fiercer than a hawk\nStriking at pigeons. With a swifter whirl\nThan arms of windmills and than grinding wheels.\nHe makes the red rout through and over them.\nHah ! from his strokes they tumble and rebound\nAs shocks that jump upon the threshing floor.\nThere's Fergus's true blood ! The other one\nIs none of his : there Fergus was played false.\nOh, well done, Ulan ! Glorious youth, well done ! \n\nDEIRDRE.\n'Twas tender of dishonour set aflame\nHis soul's unconscious reservoirs of wrath\nThat, blazing forth, do so transfigure him,\nAnd of the soft-aff'ection'd, gentle youth\nMake the heroic, formidable man.\nHe fires the very moonlight with his blade,\nFlash upon flash. \n\nLEVARCAM.\nOh, hark the dreadful clang. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nHe fights with Conor. It is Conor's shield\nScreams, clamours, and resounds beneath his blows.\nSpeed him, kind Gods ! Ah me, who strikes between ? \n\nLEVARCAM.\n'Tis Cormac to his father's rescue come.\nAlack, young Ulan cannot combat both.\nHe falls : he's slain : his broken band return. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nLeaderless remnant of brave friends, come in. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"575"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg066","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg066","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Reproach, Weak, Battalions","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg066","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/Ferg066_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffNAISI.\nNow, noble brothers, we may arm ourselves,\nNor wound protecting pride. Make fast the doors.\nGive me my corselet. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nLet me brace it on.\nThe helmet, Levarcam. \n\nLEVARCAM.\nWe'll dress our lord\nMost like a royal champion, \n\nDEIRDRE.\nLike a God\nWe'll send him forth to trample all things base. \n\nNAISI.\nOh dear-loved Deirdre, thy advice was good.\nI had been wiser, had I taken it,\nAnd all of us, I dread, had safer been.\nYet thou dost not reproach me. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nNo reproach\nFrom lips of Deirdre shalt thou ever hear.\nAll that my noble lord has done was right,\nWise, and magnanimous. \n\nNAISI.\nI did my best,\nThough that but ill, for honour. \n\nDEIRDRE,\nI, my best,\nThough that but weak and petulant, for love :\nAnd now for love will do whate'er remains. \n\nNAISI.\nArdan, learn for us what they do without. \n\nARDAN.\nThey've summoned fresh battalions. Till these come\nThey siege us at a distance. \n\nNAISI.\nThen, we strike\nBefore their aids come up. Thou'rt ready, dear.\nTo share this venture ? \n\nDEIRDRE.\nReady, if near thee. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"576"}},{"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","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"577"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg068","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg068","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Vile' Fraudulent, Maev","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg068","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/Ferg068_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffCORMAC.\nDeirdre, 'tis time that I conduct thee hence. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nSir, I am, sudden, faint. That cup of wine\nIs still untasted. Pray thee hand it me. \n\nN\nI would but kiss my nurse and say farewell.\nNow give me this refreshment. \n\nLEVARCAM.\nShe'll not thirst\nMore in this world ; now well past reach of harm. \n\nCORMAC.\nAy ; so. 'Twas poisoned. She has freed herself\nOh, wretched king, who now canst only hear\nThat all for nothing thou hast been forsworn.\nFair corpse, I'll have thee by thy husband laid.\nThou art her nurse, and thou shalt see to it. \n\nLEVARCAM.\nSir, I have heard a shout which I know well\n'Tis Fergus who approaches. Stay not here \n\nCORMAC.\nTo save a father vile and fraudulent,\nI've slain the noblest youth in all the world.\nFor him I fight no more. I fear to face\nThe grief of guileless Fergus whom I love,\nMore even than his wrath. I'll get me hence,\nAnd, in the west, will seek a guardsman's pay\nWith Maev and Ailill, till this storm be passed. \n\nFERGUS.\nWhere are my wards, my wards that I have bailed ?\nWhere are my sons who had my wards in charge ?\nTheir danger was revealed me ere I sat.\nAnd hot upon their track I'm here, to find\nConfusion, horror, blood, and treachery.\nWhere are my wards, the wards of Fergus, where ? \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"578"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg069","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg069","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Unhappy, Palace, World","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg069","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/Ferg069_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffLEVARCAM.\nToo blind with passion to perceive them lie\nHere almost at his feet : he hurries past.\nUnhappy Fergus, what atrocious pangs\nOf rage and self-reproach will sting thee through\nWhen presently thou shalt have learned it all !\nAy, big with bitter knowledge, back he comes. \n\nFERGUS.\nFire, bring me fire ! bring ropes and grapple-hooks !\nI\u2019ll pull his proud aspiring palace-roof\nDown to the ground and burn it over him,\nI'll take such vengeance on this traitor king\nAll Erin, shore to shore, shall ring with it,\nAnd poets in the ages yet to come,\nMake tales of wonder of it for the world. \n\nThe End.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12","Nid":"579"}}]}