Deirdre of the Sorrows

by J. M. Synge

[She goes out slowly.

CURTAIN

ACT III.

Tent below Emain, with shabby skins and benches. There is an opening at each side and at back, the latter closed. Old Woman comes in with food and fruits and arranges them on table. Conchubor comes in on right.

CONCHUBOR.
— sharply. — Has no one come with news for me?

OLD WOMAN.
I’ve seen no one at all, Conchubor.

CONCHUBOR.
— watches her working for a moment, then makes sure opening at back is closed. — Go up then to Emain, you’re not wanting here. (A noise heard left.) Who is that?

OLD WOMAN.
— going left. — It’s Lavarcham coming again. She’s a great wonder for jogging back and forward through the world, and I made certain she’d be off to meet them; but she’s coming alone, Conchubor, my dear child Deirdre isn’t with her at all.

CONCHUBOR.
Go up so and leave us.