DEIRDRE.
— clinging to Naisi. — There is no battle. . . . Do not leave me, Naisi.
NAISI.
I must go to them.
DEIRDRE.
— beseechingly. — Do not leave me, Naisi. Let us creep up in the darkness behind the grave. If there’s a battle, maybe the strange fighters will be destroyed, when Ainnle and Ardan are against them.
[Cries heard.
NAISI.
— wildly. — I hear Ardan crying out. Do not hold me from my brothers.
DEIRDRE.
Do not leave me, Naisi. Do not leave me broken and alone.
NAISI.
I cannot leave my brothers when it is I who have defied the king.
DEIRDRE.
I will go with you.
NAISI.
You cannot come. Do not hold me from the fight.
[He throws her aside almost roughly.