DEIRDRE—Say on, dear Naisi.
NAISI—I have told thee all. Thou only art in my heart.
DEIRDRE—But I have never ere this spoken to any man. Tell me more.
NAISI—If thou hast never before spoken to any man, then indeed art thou one of the immortals, and my hope is vain. Hast thou only called me to thy world to extinguish my life hereafter in memories of thee?
DEIRDRE—What wouldst thou with me, dear Naisi?
NAISI—I would carry thee to my dun by the sea of Moyle, O beautiful woman, and set thee there on an ivory throne. The winter would not chill thee there, nor the summer burn thee, for I would enfold thee with my love, enchantress, if thou camest—to my world. Many warriors are there of the clan Usna, and two brothers I have who are strong above any hosts, and they would all die with me for thy sake.
DEIRDRE (taking the hands of NAISI)—I will go with thee where thou goest. (Leaning her head on NAISI's shoulder.) Oh, fostermother, too truly hast thou spoken! I know myself not. My spirit has gone from me to this other heart for ever.
NAISI—Dost thou forego thy shining world for me?
LAVARCAM—(coming out of the dun). Naisi, this is the Deirdre of the prophecies.
NAISI—Deirdre! Deirdre! I remember in some old tale of my childhood that name. (Fiercely.) It was a lying prophecy. What has this girl to do with the downfall of Ulla?