GHOST of CUCHULAIN
Forgive me those rough words. How could you know
That man is held to those whom he has loved
By pain they gave, or pain that he has given,
Intricacies of pain.
WOMAN of the SIDHE
I am ashamed
That being of the deathless shades I chose
A man so knotted to impurity.
(The Ghost of Cuchulain goes out)
WOMAN of the SIDHE (to Figure of Cuchulain)
To you that have no living light, but dropped
From a last leprous crescent of the moon,
I owe it all.
FIGURE of CUCHULAIN
Because you have failed
I must forego your thanks, I that took pity
Upon your love and carried out your plan
To tangle all his life and make it nothing
That he might turn to you.