Two plays for dancers - W. B. Yeats

I'll stand there first.
And tell my story first, and Mananan
Knows that his own harsh sea made my heart cold.

My horse is there and shall outrun your horse.

(The Figure of Cuchulain falls back, the Woman of the Sidhe goes out. Drum taps, music resembling horse hoofs.)

I heard the beat of hoofs, but saw no horse,
And then came other hoofs and after that
I heard low angry cries and thereupon
I ceased to be afraid.

Cuchulain wakes.

(The figure turns round. It once more wears the heroic mask.)