THE GIRL
Yes, yes I spoke
Of that most miserable, most accursed pair
Who sold their country into slavery, and yet
They were not wholly miserable and accursed
If somebody of their race at last would say:
'I have forgiven them.'
YOUNG MAN
Oh, never, never
Will Dermot and Dervorgilla be forgiven.
THE GIRL
If someone of their race forgave at last
Lip would be pressed on lip.
YOUNG MAN
Oh, never, never
Will Dermot and Dervorgilla be forgiven.
You have told your story well, so well indeed
I could not help but fall into the mood
And for a while believe that it was true
Or half believe, but better push on now.
The horizon to the East is growing bright.
(They go once round stage)