For we have been most friendless—praise us for it
And praise the double sunset, for naught’s lacking,
But a good end to the long, cloudy day.
NAISI.
Light torches there and drive the shadows out,
For day’s red end comes up.
[A MUSICIAN lights a torch in the fire and then crosses before the chess-players, and slowly lights the torches in the sconces. The light is almost gone from the wood, but there is a clear evening light in the sky, increasing the sense of solitude and loneliness.
DEIRDRE.
Make no sad music.
What is it but a king and queen at chess?