The Hour-glass

                                       THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY Wise Man. Bridget, his wife. Teigue, a fool. Angel. Children and Pupils. Pupils come in and stand before the stage curtain, which is still closed. One pupil carries a book. FIRST PUPIL He said we might choose the subject for the lesson. SECOND PUPIL There is none of us wise enough to do that. THIRD PUPIL It would need a great deal of wisdom to know what it is we want to know. FOURTH PUPIL I will question him. FIFTH PUPIL You? FOURTH PUPIL Last night I dreamt that some one came and told me to question him. I was to say to him, 'You were wrong to say there is no God and no soul—maybe, if there is not much of either, there is yet some tatters, some tag on the wind—so to speak—some rag upon a bush, some bob-tail of a god.' I will argue with him,—nonsense though it be—according to my dream, and you will see how well I can argue, and what thoughts I have. FIRST PUPIL I'd as soon listen to dried peas in a bladder, as listen to your thoughts. [Fool comes in.] FOOL Give me a penny. SECOND PUPIL Let us choose a subject by chance. Here is his big book. Let us turn over the pages slowly. Let one of us put down his finger without looking. The passage his finger lights on will be the subject for the lesson. FOOL Give me a penny. THIRD PUPIL (Taking up book) How heavy it is. FOURTH PUPIL Spread it on Teigue's back, and then we can all stand round and see the choice. SECOND PUPIL Make him spread out his arms. FOURTH PUPIL Down on your knees. Hunch up your back. Spread your arms out now, and look like a golden eagle in a church. Keep still, keep still. FOOL Give me a penny. THIRD PUPIL Is that the right cry for an eagle cock? SECOND PUPIL I'll turn the pages—you close your eyes and put your finger down. THIRD PUPIL That's it, and then he cannot blame us for the choice. FIRST PUPIL There, I have chosen. Fool, keep still—and if what's wise is strange and sounds like nonsense, we've made a good choice. FIFTH PUPIL The Master has come. FOOL Will anybody give a penny to a fool? [One of the pupils draws back the stage curtain showing the Master sitting at his desk. There is an hour-glass upon his desk or in a bracket on the wall. One pupil puts the book before him.] FIRST PUPIL We have chosen the passage for the lesson, Master. 'There are two living countries, one visible and one invisible, and when it is summer there, it is winter here, and when it is November with us, it is lambing-time there.' WISE MAN That passage, that passage! what mischief has there been since yesterday? FIRST PUPIL None, Master. WISE MAN Oh yes, there has; some craziness has fallen from the wind, or risen from the graves of old men, and made you choose that subject. FOURTH PUPIL I knew that it was folly, but they would have it. THIRD PUPIL Had we not better say we picked it by chance? SECOND PUPIL No; he would say we were children still. FIRST PUPIL I have found a sentence under that one that says—as though to show it had a hidden meaning—a beggar wrote it upon the walls of Babylon. WISE MAN Then find some beggar and ask him what it means, for I will have nothing to do with it. FOURTH PUPIL Come, Teigue, what is the old book's meaning when it says that there are sheep that drop their lambs in November? FOOL To be sure—everybody knows, everybody in the world knows, when it is Spring with us, the trees are withering there, when it is Summer with us, the snow is falling there, and have I not myself heard the lambs that are there all bleating on a cold November day—to be sure, does not everybody with an intellect know that; and maybe when it's night with us, it is day with them, for many a time I have seen the roads lighted before me. WISE MAN The beggar who wrote that on Babylon wall meant that there is a spiritual kingdom that cannot be seen or known till the faculties whereby we master the kingdom of this world wither away, like green things in winter. A monkish thought, the most mischievous thought that ever passed out of a man's mouth. FIRST PUPIL If he meant all that, I will take an oath that he was spindle-shanked, and cross-eyed, and had a lousy itching shoulder, and that his heart was crosser than his eyes, and that he wrote it out of malice. SECOND PUPIL Let's come away and find a better subject. FOURTH PUPIL And maybe now you'll let me choose. FIRST PUPIL Come. WISE MAN                                  Were it but true 'twould alter everything                                  Until the stream of the world had changed its course,                                  And that and all our thoughts had run                                  Into some cloudy thunderous spring                                  They dream to be its source—                                  Aye, to some frenzy of the mind;                                  And all that we have done would be undone,                                  Our speculation but as the wind. [A pause.]                                  I have dreamed it twice. FIRST PUPIL                            Something has troubled him. [Pupils go out.] WISE MAN                                  Twice have I dreamed it in a morning dream,                                  Now nothing serves my pupils but to come                                  With a like thought. Reason is growing dim;                                  A moment more and Frenzy will beat his drum                                  And laugh aloud and scream;                                  And I must dance in the dream.                                  No, no, but it is like a hawk, a hawk of the air,                                  It has swooped down—and this swoop makes the third—                                  And what can I, but tremble like a bird? FOOL Give me a penny. WISE MAN That I should dream it twice, and after that, that they should pick it out. FOOL Won't you give me a penny? WISE MAN What do you want? What can it matter to you whether the words I am reading are wisdom or sheer folly? FOOL Such a great, wise teacher will not refuse a penny to a fool. WISE MAN Seeing that everybody is a fool when he is asleep and dreaming, why do you call me wise? FOOL O, I know,—I know, I know what I have seen. WISE MAN Well, to see rightly is the whole of wisdom, whatever dream be with us. FOOL When I went by Kilcluan, where the bells used to be ringing at the break of every day, I could hear nothing but the people snoring in their houses. When I went by Tubbervanach, where the young men used to be climbing the hill to the blessed well, they were sitting at the cross-roads playing cards. When I went by Carrigoras, where the friars used to be fasting and serving the poor, I saw them drinking wine and obeying their wives. And when I asked what misfortune had brought all these changes, they said it was no misfortune, but that it was the wisdom they had learned from your teaching. WISE MAN And you too have called me wise—you would be paid for that good opinion doubtless—Run to the kitchen, my wife will give you food and drink. FOOL That's foolish advice for a wise man to give. WISE MAN Why, Fool? FOOL What is eaten is gone—I want pennies for my bag. I must buy bacon in the shops, and nuts in the market, and strong drink for the time the sun is weak, and snares to catch the rabbits and the hares, and a big pot to cook them in. WISE MAN I have more to think about than giving pennies to your like, so run away. FOOL Give me a penny and I will bring you luck. The fishermen let me sleep among their nets in the loft because I bring them luck; and in the summer time, the wild creatures let me sleep near their nests and their holes. It is lucky even to look at me, but it is much more lucky to give me a penny. If I was not lucky I would starve. WISE MAN What are the shears for? FOOL I won't tell you. If I told you, you would drive them away. WISE MAN Drive them away! Who would I drive away? FOOL I won't tell you. WISE MAN Not if I give you a penny? FOOL No WISE MAN Not if I give you two pennies? FOOL You will be very lucky if you give me two pennies, but I won't tell you. WISE MAN Three pennies? FOOL Four, and I will tell you. WISE MAN Very well—four, but from this out I will not call you Teigue the Fool. FOOLS Let me come close to you, where nobody will hear me; but first you must promise not to drive them away. (Wise Man nods.) Every day men go out dressed in black and spread great black nets over the hills, great black nets. WISE MAN A strange place that to fish in. FOOL They spread them out on the hills that they may catch the feet of the angels; but every morning just before the dawn, I go out and cut the nets with the shears and the angels fly away. WISE MAN (Speaking with excitement) Ah, now I know that you are Teigue the Fool. You say that I am wise, and yet I say, there are no angels. FOOL I have seen plenty of angels. WISE MAN No, no, you have not. FOOL They are plenty if you but look about you. They are like the blades of grass. WISE MAN They are plenty as the blades of grass—I heard that phrase when I was but a child and was told folly. FOOL When one gets quiet. When one is so quiet that there is not a thought in one's head maybe, there is something that wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet, and then all in a minute one can smell summer flowers, and tall people go by, happy and laughing, but they will not let us look at their faces. Oh no, it is not right that we should look at their faces. WISE MAN You have fallen asleep upon a hill, yet, even those that used to dream of angels dream now of other things. FOOL I saw one but a moment ago—that is because I am lucky. It was coming behind me, but it was not laughing. WISE MAN There's nothing but what men can see when they are awake. Nothing, nothing. FOOL I knew you would drive them away. WISE MAN                                  Pardon me, Fool,                                  I had forgotten who I spoke to.                                  Well, there are your four pennies—Fool you are called,                                  And all day long they cry, 'Come hither, Fool.' [The Fool goes close to him.]                                  Or else it's, 'Fool, be gone.' [The Fool goes further off.]                                  Or, 'Fool, stand there.' [The Fool straightens himself up.]                                  Or, 'Fool, go sit in the corner.' [The Fool sits in the corner.]                                                                             And all the while                                  What were they all but fools before I came?                                  What are they now, but mirrors that seem men,                                  Because of my image? Fool, hold up your head. [Fool does so.]                                  What foolish stories they have told of the ghosts                                  That fumbled with the clothes upon the bed,                                  Or creaked and shuffled in the corridor,                                  Or else, if they were pious bred,                                  Of angels from the skies,                                  That coming through the door,                                  Or, it may be, standing there,                                  Would solidly out stare                                  The steadiest eyes with their unnatural eyes,                                  Aye, on a man's own floor. [An angel has come in. It should be played by a man if a man can be found with the right voice, and may wear a little golden domino and a halo made of metal. Or the whole face may be a beautiful mask, in which case the last sentence on page 136 should not be spoken.]                                  Yet it is strange, the strangest thing I have known,                                  That I should still be haunted by the notion                                  That there's a crisis of the spirit wherein                                  We get new sight, and that they know some trick                                  To turn our thoughts for their own ends to frenzy.                                  Why do you put your finger to your lip, And creep away? [Fool goes out.]                                  (Wise Man sees Angel.) What are you? Who are you?                                  I think I saw some like you in my dreams,                                  When but a child. That thing about your head,—                                  That brightness in your hair—that flowery branch;                                  But I have done with dreams, I have done with dreams. ANGEL                                  I am the crafty one that you have called. WISE MAN                                  How that I called? ANGEL                                  I am the messenger. WISE MAN                                  What message could you bring to one like me? ANGEL (turning the hour-glass)                                  That you will die when the last grain of sand                                  Has fallen through this glass. WISE MAN                                  I have a wife.                                  Children and pupils that I cannot leave:                                  Why must I die, my time is far away? Angel                                  You have to die because no soul has passed                                  The heavenly threshold since you have opened school,                                  But grass grows there, and rust upon the hinge;                                  And they are lonely that must keep the watch. WISE MAN                                  And whither shall I go when I am dead? ANGEL                                  You have denied there is a purgatory,                                  Therefore that gate is closed; you have denied                                  There is a heaven, and so that gate is closed. WISE MAN                                  Where then? For I have said there is no hell. ANGEL                                  Hell is the place of those who have denied;                                  They find there what they planted and what dug,                                  A Lake of Spaces, and a Wood of Nothing,                                  And wander there and drift, and never cease                                  Wailing for substance. WISE MAN                                  Pardon me, blessed Angel,                                  I have denied and taught the like to others.                                  But how could I believe before my sight                                  Had come to me? ANGEL                                  It is too late for pardon. WISE MAN                                  Had I but met your gaze as now I met it—                                  But how can you that live but where we go                                  In the uncertainty of dizzy dreams                                  Know why we doubt? Parting, sickness and death,                                  The rotting of the grass, tempest and drouth,                                  These are the messengers that came to me.                                  Why are you silent? You carry in your hands                                  God's pardon, and you will not give it me.                                  Why are you silent? Were I not afraid,                                  I'd kiss your hands—no, no, the hem of your dress. ANGEL                                  Only when all the world has testified,                                  May soul confound it, crying out in joy,                                  And laughing on its lonely precipice.                                  What's dearth and death and sickness to the soul                                  That knows no virtue but itself? Nor could it,                                  So trembling with delight and mother-naked,                                  Live unabashed if the arguing world stood by. WISE MAN                                  It is as hard for you to understand                                  Why we have doubted, as it is for us                                  To banish doubt—what folly have I said?                                  There can be nothing that you do not know:                                  Give me a year—a month—a week—a day,                                  I would undo what I have done—an hour—                                  Give me until the sand has run in the glass. ANGEL                                  Though you may not undo what you have done,                                  I have this power—if you but find one soul,                                  Before the sands have fallen, that still believes,                                  One fish to lie and spawn among the stones                                  Till the great fisher's net is full again,                                  You may, the purgatorial fire being passed,                                  Spring to your peace. [Pupils sing in the distance.]                                  'Who stole your wits away                                  And where are they gone?' WISE MAN                                  My pupils come,                                  Before you have begun to climb the sky                                  I shall have found that soul. They say they doubt,                                  But what their mothers dinned into their ears                                  Cannot have been so lightly rooted up;                                  Besides, I can disprove what I once proved—                                  And yet give me some thought, some argument,                                  More mighty than my own. ANGEL                                  Farewell—farewell,                                  For I am weary of the weight of time.         [Angel goes out. Wise Man makes a step to follow and pauses. Some of         his pupils come in at the other side of the stage.] FIRST PUPIL                                  Master, master, you must choose the subject.         [Enter other pupils with Fool, about whom they dance; all the pupils may         have little cushions on which presently they seat themselves.] SECOND PUPIL                                  Here is a subject—where have the Fool's wits gone?(singing)                                  'Who dragged your wits away                                  Where no one knows?                                  Or have they run off                                  On their own pair of shoes?' FOOL Give me a penny. FIRST PUPIL                                  The Master will find your wits, SECOND PUPIL                                  And when they are found, you must not beg for pennies. THIRD PUPIL                                  They are hidden somewhere in the badger's hole,                                  But you must carry an old candle end                                  If you would find them. FOURTH PUPIL                                  They are up above the clouds. FOOL Give me a penny, give me a penny. FIRST PUPIL (singing)                                  'I'll find your wits again,                                  Come, for I saw them roll,                                  To where old badger mumbles                                  In the black hole.' SECOND PUPIL (singing)                                  'No, but an angel stole them                                  The night that you were born,                                  And now they are but a rag,                                  On the moon's horn.' WISE MAN Be silent. FIRST PUPIL                                  Can you not see that he is troubled? [All the pupils are seated.] WISE MAN                                  What do you think of when alone at night?                                  Do not the things your mothers spoke about,                                  Before they took the candle from the bedside,                                  Rush up into the mind and master it,                                  Till you believe in them against your will? SECOND PUPIL (to first pupil) You answer for us. THIRD PUPIL (in a whisper to first pupil)                                  Be careful what you say;                                  If he persuades you to an argument,                                  He will but turn us all to mockery. FIRST PUPIL                                  We had no minds until you made them for us;                                  Our bodies only were our mothers' work. WISE MAN                                  You answer with incredible things. It is certain                                  That there is one,—though it may be but one—                                  Believes in God and in some heaven and hell—                                  In all those things we put into our prayers. FIRST PUPIL                                  We thought those things before our minds were born,                                  But that was long ago—we are not children. WISE MAN                                  You are afraid to tell me what you think                                  Because I am hot and angry when I am crossed.                                  I do not blame you for it; but have no fear,                                  For if there's one that sat on smiling there,                                  As though my arguments were sweet as milk                                  Yet found them bitter, I will thank him for it,                                  If he but speak his mind. FIRST PUPIL                                  There is no one, Master,                                  There is not one but found them sweet as milk. WISE MAN                                  The things that have been told us in our childhood                                  Are not so fragile. SECOND PUPIL                                  We are no longer children. THIRD PUPIL                                  We all believe in you and in what you have taught. OTHER PUPILS                                  All, all, all, all, in you, nothing but you. WISE MAN                                  I have deceived you—where shall I go for words—                                  I have no thoughts—my mind has been swept bare.                                  The messengers that stand in the fiery cloud,                                  Fling themselves out, if we but dare to question,                                  And after that, the Babylonian moon                                  Blots all away. FIRST PUPIL (to other pupils)                                  I take his words to mean                                  That visionaries, and martyrs when they are raised                                  Above translunary things, and there enlightened,                                  As the contention is, may lose the light,                                  And flounder in their speech when the eyes open. SECOND PUPIL                                  How well he imitates their trick of speech. THIRD PUPIL                                  Their air of mystery. FOURTH PUPIL                                  Their empty gaze,                                  As though they'd looked upon some winged thing,                                  And would not condescend to mankind after. FIRST PUPIL                                  Master, we have all learnt that truth is learnt                                  When the intellect's deliberate and cold,                                  As it were a polished mirror that reflects                                  An unchanged world; and not when the steel melts,                                  Bubbling and hissing, till there's naught but fume. WISE MAN                                  When it is melted, when it all fumes up,                                  They walk, as when beside those three in the furnace                                  The form of the fourth. FIRST PUPIL                                  Master, there's none among us                                  That has not heard your mockery of these,                                  Or thoughts like these, and we have not forgot. WISE MAN                                  Something incredible has happened—someone has come                                  Suddenly like a grey hawk out of the air,                                  And all that I declared untrue is true. FIRST PUPIL (to other pupils)                                  You'd think the way he says it, that he felt it.                                  There's not a mummer to compare with him.                                  He's something like a man. SECOND PUPIL                                  Give us some proof. WISE MAN                                  What proof have I to give, but that an angel                                  An instant ago was standing on that spot. [The pupils rise.] THIRD PUPIL                                  You dreamed it. WISE MAN                                  I was awake as I am now. FIRST PUPIL (to the others)                                  I may be dreaming now for all I know.                                  He wants to show we have no certain proof                                  Of anything in the world. SECOND PUPIL                                  There is this proof                                  That shows we are awake—we have all one world                                  While every dreamer has a world of his own,                                  And sees what no one else can. THIRD PUPIL                                  Teigue sees angels.                                  So when the Master says he has seen an angel,                                  He may have seen one. FIRST PUPIL                                  Both may still be dreamers;                                  Unless it's proved the angels were alike. SECOND PUPIL                                  What sort are the angels, Teigue? THIRD PUPIL                                  That will prove nothing,                                  Unless we are sure prolonged obedience                                  Has made one angel like another angel                                  As they were eggs. FIRST PUPIL                                  The Master's silent now:                                  For he has found that to dispute with us—                                  Seeing that he has taught us what we know—                                  Is but to reason with himself. Let us away,                                  And find if there is one believer left. WISE MAN                                  Yes, yes. Find me but one that still believes                                  The things that we were told when we were children. THIRD PUPIL                                  He'll mock and maul him. FOURTH PUPIL                                  From the first I knew                                  He wanted somebody to argue with. [They go.] WISE MAN                                  I have no reason left. All dark, all dark! [Pupils return laughing. They push forward fourth pupil.] FIRST PUPIL                                  Here, Master, is the very man you want.                                  He said, when we were studying the book,                                  That maybe after all the monks were right,                                  And you mistaken, and if we but gave him time,                                  He'd prove that it was so. FOURTH PUPIL                                  I never said it. WISE MAN                                  Dear friend, dear friend, do you believe in God? FOURTH PUPIL                                  Master, they have invented this to mock me. WISE MAN                                  You are afraid of me. FOURTH PUPIL                                  They know well, Master,                                  That all I said was but to make them argue.                                  They've pushed me in to make a mock of me,                                  Because they knew I could take either side                                  And beat them at it. Wise Man                                  If you believe in God,                                  You are my soul's one friend. [Pupils laugh.]                                  Mistress or wife                                  Can give us but our good or evil luck                                  Amid the howling world, but you shall give                                  Eternity, and those sweet-throated things                                  That drift above the moon. [The pupils look at one another and are silent.] SECOND PUPIL                                  How strange he is. WISE MAN                                  The angel that stood there upon that spot,                                  Said that my soul was lost unless I found out                                  One that believed. FOURTH PUPIL                                  Cease mocking at me, Master,                                  For I am certain that there is no God                                  Nor immortality, and they that said it                                  Made a fantastic tale from a starved dream                                  To plague our hearts. Will that content you,                                  Master? WISE MAN                                  The giddy glass is emptier every moment,                                  And you stand there, debating, laughing and                                  wrangling.                                  Out of my sight! Out of my sight, I say. [He drives them out.]                                  I'll call my wife, for what can women do,                                  That carry us in the darkness of their bodies,                                  But mock the reason that lets nothing grow                                  Unless it grow in light. Bridget, Bridget.                                  A woman never ceases to believe,                                  Say what we will. Bridget, come quickly, Bridget. [Bridget comes in wearing her apron. Her sleeves turned up from her arms, which are covered with flour.]                                  Wife, what do you believe in? Tell me the truth,                                  And not—as is the habit with you all—                                  Something you think will please me. Do you pray?                                  Sometimes when you're alone in the house, do you                                  pray? BRIDGET Prayers—no, you taught me to leave them off long ago. At first I was sorry, but I am glad now, for I am sleepy in the evenings. WISE MAN Do you believe in God? BRIDGET Oh, a good wife only believes in what her husband tells her. WISE MAN                                  But sometimes, when the children are asleep                                  And I am in the school, do you not think                                  About the Martyrs and the saints and the angels,                                  And all the things that you believed in once? BRIDGET I think about nothing—sometimes I wonder if the linen is bleaching white, or I go out to see if the crows are picking up the chickens' food. WISE MAN                                  My God,—my God! I will go out myself.                                  My pupils said that they would find a man                                  Whose faith I never shook—they may have found                                  him.                                  Therefore I will go out—but if I go,                                  The glass will let the sands run out unseen.                                  I cannot go—I cannot leave the glass.                                  Go call my pupils—I can explain all now,                                  Only when all our hold on life is troubled,                                  Only in spiritual terror can the Truth                                  Come through the broken mind—as the pease burst                                  Out of a broken pease-cod. [He clutches Bridget as she is going.]                                  Say to them,                                  That Nature would lack all in her most need,                                  Could not the soul find truth as in a flash,                                  Upon the battle-field, or in the midst                                  Of overwhelming waves, and say to them—                                  But no, they would but answer as I bid. BRIDGET You want somebody to get up an argument with. WISE MAN                                  Look out and see if there is any one                                  There in the street—I cannot leave the glass,                                  For somebody might shake it, and the sand                                  If it were shaken might run down on the instant. BRIDGET I don't understand a word you are saying. There's a crowd of people talking to your pupils. WISE MAN                                  Go out and find if they have found a man                                  Who did not understand me when I taught,                                  Or did not listen. BRIDGET It is a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must always be having arguments. [She goes out.] WISE MNA                                  Strange that I should be blind to the great                                  secret,                                  And that so simple a man might write it out                                  Upon a blade of grass or bit of rush                                  With naught but berry juice, and laugh to                                  himself                                  Writing it out, because it was so simple. [Enter Bridget followed by the Fool.] FOOL Give me something; give me a penny to buy bacon in the shops and nuts in the market, and strong drink for the time when the sun is weak. BRIDGET I have no pennies. (To Wise Man) Your pupils cannot find anybody to argue with you. There's nobody in the whole country with belief enough for a lover's oath. Can't you be quiet now, and not always wanting to have arguments? It must be terrible to have a mind like that. WISE MAN Then I am lost indeed. BRIDGET Leave me alone now, I have to make the bread for you and the children. [She goes into kitchen.] WISE MAN Children, children! BRIDGET Your father wants you, run to him. [Children run in.] WISE MAN                                  Come to me, children. Do not be afraid.                                  I want to know if you believe in Heaven,                                  God or the soul—no, do not tell me yet;                                  You need not be afraid I shall be angry,                                  Say what you please—so that it is your thought—                                  I wanted you to know before you spoke,                                  That I shall not be angry. FIRST CHILD We have not forgotten, Father. SECOND CHILD Oh no, Father. BOTH CHILDREN    (As if repeating a lesson) There is nothing we cannot see, nothing we cannot touch. FIRST CHILD Foolish people used to say that there was, but you have taught us better. WISE MAN                                  Go to your mother, go—yet do not go.                                  What can she say? If I am dumb you are lost;                                  And yet, because the sands are running out,                                  I have but a moment to show it all in. Children,                                  The sap would die out of the blades of grass                                  Had they a doubt. They understand it all,                                  Being the fingers of God's certainty,                                  Yet can but make their sign into the air;                                  But could they find their tongues they'd show it                                  all;                                  But what am I to say that am but one,                                  When they are millions and they will not speak— [Children have run out.]                                  But they are gone; what made them run away? [The Fool comes in with a dandelion.]                                  Look at me, tell me if my face is changed,                                  Is there a notch of the fiend's nail upon it                                  Already? Is it terrible to sight?                                  Because the moment's near. [Going to glass.]                                  I dare not look,                                  I dare not know the moment when they come.                                  No, no, I dare not. (Covers glass.)                                  Will there be a footfall,                                  Or will there be a sort of rending sound,                                  Or else a cracking, as though an iron claw                                  Had gripped the threshold stone? [Fool has begun to blow the dandelion.] What are you doing? FOOL Wait a minute—four—five—six— WISE MAN What are you doing that for? FOOL I am blowing the dandelion to find out what hour it is. WISE MAN                                  You have heard everything, and that is why                                  You'd find what hour it is—you'd find that out,                                  That you may look upon a fleet of devils                                  Dragging my soul away. You shall not stop,                                  I will have no one here when they come in,                                  I will have no one sitting there—no one—                                  And yet—and yet—there is something strange about                                  you.                                  I half remember something. What is it?                                  Do you believe in God and in the soul? FOOL So you ask me now. I thought when you were asking your pupils, 'Will he ask Teigue the Fool? Yes, he will, he will; no, he will not—yes, he will.' But Teigue will say nothing. Teigue will say nothing. WISE MAN Tell me quickly. FOOL I said, 'Teigue knows everything, not even the green-eyed cats and the hares that milk the cows have Teigue's wisdom'; but Teigue will not speak, he says nothing. WISE MAN                                  Speak, speak, for underneath the cover there                                  The sand is running from the upper glass,                                  And when the last grain's through, I shall be                                  lost. FOOL I will not speak. I will not tell you what is in my mind. I will not tell you what is in my bag. You might steal away my thoughts. I met a bodach on the road yesterday, and he said, 'Teigue, tell me how many pennies are in your bag; I will wager three pennies that there are not twenty pennies in your bag; let me put in my hand and count them.' But I gripped the bag the tighter, and when I go to sleep at night I hide the bag where nobody knows. WISE MAN                                  There's but one pinch of sand, and I am lost                                  If you are not he I seek. FOOL O, what a lot the Fool knows, but he says nothing. WISE MAN                                  Yes, I remember now. You spoke of angels.                                  You said but now that you had seen an angel.                                  You are the one I seek, and I am saved. FOOL Oh no. How could poor Teigue see angels? Oh, Teigue tells one tale here, another there, and everybody gives him pennies. If Teigue had not his tales he would starve. [He breaks away and goes out.] WISE MAN                                  The last hope is gone,                                  And now that it's too late I see it all,                                  We perish into God and sink away                                  Into reality—the rest's a dream. [The Fool comes back.] FOOL There was one there—there by the threshold stone, waiting there; and he said, 'Go in, Teigue, and tell him everything that he asks you. He will give you a penny if you tell him.' WISE MAN                                  I know enough, that know God's will prevails. FOOL Waiting till the moment had come—That is what the one out there was saying, but I might tell you what you asked. That is what he was saying. WISE MAN                                  Be silent. May God's will prevail on the                                  instant,                                  Although His will be my eternal pain.                                  I have no question:                                  It is enough, I know what fixed the station                                  Of star and cloud.                                  And knowing all, I cry                                  That what so God has willed                                  On the instant be fulfilled,                                  Though that be my damnation.                                  The stream of the world has changed its course,                                  And with the stream my thoughts have run                                  Into some cloudy thunderous spring                                  That is its mountain source—                                  Aye, to some frenzy of the mind,                                  For all that we have done's undone,                                  Our speculation but as the wind. [He dies.] FOOL Wise man—Wise man, wake up and I will tell you everything for a penny. It is I, poor Teigue the Fool. Why don't you wake up, and say, 'There is a penny for you, Teigue'? No, no, you will say nothing. You and I, we are the two fools, we know everything, but we will not speak. [Angel enters holding a casket.] O, look what has come from his mouth! O, look what has come from his mouth—the white butterfly! He is dead, and I have taken his soul in my hands; but I know why you open the lid of that golden box. I must give it to you. There then, (he puts butterfly in casket) he has gone through his pains, and you will open the lid in the Garden of Paradise. (He closes curtain and remains outside it.) He is gone, he is gone, he is gone, but come in, everybody in the world, and look at me.                                  'I hear the wind a blow                                  I hear the grass a grow,                                  And all that I know, I know.'                                  But I will not speak, I will run away. [He goes out.]