O pale love, take courage. Is
death so bitter to thee? We shall go down in each other's arms;
our hearts shall beat out their love together, and the last of life
we shall know will be our kisses on each other's lips. (AINLE and
ARDAN stagger outside. There is a sound of blows and a low cry.)
Ainle and Ardan have sunk in the waters! We are alone. Still
weeping! My bird, my bird, soon we shall fly together to the
bright kingdom in the West, to Hy Brazil, amid the opal seas.
DEIRDRE--Naisi, Naisi, shake off the magic dream. It is here in
Emain Macha we are. There are no waters. The spell of the Druid
and his terrible chant have made a mist about your eyes.
NAISI--Her mind is wandering. She is distraught with terror of
the king. There, rest your head on my heart. Hush! hush! The
waters are flowing upward swiftly. Soon, when all is over, you
will laugh at your terror. The great Ardrie will sorrow over
our death.
DEIRDRE--I cannot speak. Lavarcam, can you not break the enchantment?
LAVARCAM--My limbs are fixed here by the spell.
NAISI--There was music a while ago.
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