But take you this. It opens the small room Of herbs for medicine, of hellebore, Of vervain, monkshood, plantain, and self-heal. The book of cures is on the upper shelf.
PORTER. Why do you do this, lady; did you see Your coffin in a dream?
CATHLEEN. Ah, no, not that. A sad resolve wakes in me. I have heard A sound of wailing in unnumbered hovels, And I must go down, down—I know not where— Pray for all men and women mad from famine; Pray, you good neighbours.
(The PEASANTS all kneel. COUNTESS CATHLEEN ascends the steps to the door of the oratory, and turning round stands there motionless for a little, and then cries in a loud voice:)
Mary, Queen of angels, And all you clouds on clouds of saints, farewell!
END OF SCENE 3.
SCENE 4
SCENE.—A wood near the Castle, as in Scene 2. The SPIRITS pass one by one carrying bags.
FIRST SPIRIT. I'll never dance another step, not one.