Mother: I'll put a pillow in under you.
Conan: Now it's too narrow. Leave me now
it'll be best.
Mother: Sleep and good dreams to you. (Goes
singing sleepy song.)
Conan: The most troublesome family ever I
knew in all my born days! Why is that people
cannot have behaviour now the same as in ancient
Greece. (Sits up.) I'll not give them the satisfaction
of going asleep. I'll drink a sup of the
tea that is black with standing and with strength.
(Drinks and lies down.) I'll engage that'll keep
me waking. (Music heard.) Is it to annoy me
they are playing tunes of music? I'll let on to be
asleep! (Shuts eyes.)
(Two large Cats with fiery eyes look over top
of settle.)
1st Cat:
See the fool that crossed our path
Rummaging within the rath.
Coveting a spell is bound
Agelong in our haunted ground.