l, for I am tired of it.

    I do not ask a price.

    S ask a price?

    a price?

    I  listen to s;

    ess Cathleen has so crazed him

    ands w he is saying.

    ALEEL. trouble t ess Cathleen,

    t is in ed face,

    ts,

    And yet I know Id ake my soul.

    FIRSt MERC. e cannot take your soul, for it is hers.

    ALEEL. No. but you must. Seeing it cannot help her

    I ired of it.

    FIRSt MERC. Begone from me

    I may not touc.

    ALEEL. Is your power so small?

    And must I bear it h me all my days?

    May you be scorned and mocked!

    FIRSt MERC. Drag him away.

    roubles me.

    (tEIG and So the crowd.)

    SECOND MERC. her,

    ith shaking and a dreadful fear.

    FIRSt MERC. Lean forward

    And kiss t wers lips

    ere pressed upon it w us her;

    You shall have peace once more.

    (SECOND MERC kisses t t is about the

    MERC.)

    I, too, grow weary,

    But t

    Is drawing near??our labour will soon end.

    Come, deal, deal, deal, deal, deal; are you all dumb?

    ,  home

    And from ternal revelry?

    SECOND MERC. Deal, deal.

    S too low.

    FIRSt MERC. I offer t price: a?thousand crowns For an old woman who was always ugly.

    (An Old PEASANt OMAN comes forward, and akes up a book and reads.)

    t little set down  her.

    quot;Solen eggs and fowl wimes were bad,

    But ter ;

    She never missed her chapel of