any pitchers of rough clay

    Swo!

    (ShLEEN.)

    A PEASANt. e ree wurns,

    ed away.

    And ws

    Blackened t

    Dra bolt, for no man has beheld

    So black, bitter, blinding, and sudden a storm.

    (One w.)

    CAtigorm

    Is dragging me away.

    (OONA takes o wail.)

    PEASANt. hush!

    PEASANtS. hush!

    PEASANt OMEN hush!

    Ot OMEN hush!

    CAt

    to every man and woman: judge, and give

    According to their needs.

    A PEASANt OMAN. And will she give

    Enougo keep my ch?

    ANOt OMAN.

    O, Queen of s,

    Let us and ours be lost so she be shriven.

    CAthLEEN. Bend down your faces, Oona and Aleel;

    I gaze upon the swallow gazes

    Upon t under the eave, before

    Sers. Do not weep

    too great a where is many a candle

    On tar though one fall. Aleel,

    the woods,

    t kno the world,

    breatheir kind bodies, farewell

    And farewell, Oona, you wh me,

    And bore me in your arms about the house

    a cherefore happy,

    t dance.

    torm is in my  go.

    (She dies.)

    OONA. Bring me the looking?glass.

    (A OMAN brings it to  of t over t

    for a moment. And then she speaks in a half scream:)

    O, she is dead!

    A PEASANt. S he world.

    A PEASANt. Siful tars.

    AN OLD PEASANt OMAN. ttle plant I love is broken in two.

    (ALEEL takes looking?glass from OONA and flings it upon t