SCENE: The same workshop a few minutes later. MARTIN. seen arranging
mugs and bread, etc., on a table. FATHER JOHN comes in, knocking at
open door as he comes.
MARTIN. Come in, come in, I have got the house ready. Here is bread and
meat ... everybody is welcome. [Hearing no answer, turns round.]
FATHER JOHN. Martin, I have come back.... There is something I want to
say to you.
MARTIN. You are welcome; there are others coming.... They are not of
your sort, but all are welcome.
FATHER JOHN. I have remembered suddenly something that I read when I
was in the seminary.
MARTIN. You seem very tired.
FATHER JOHN [_sitting down_]. I had almost got back to my own place
when I thought of it. I have run part of the way. It is very important.
It is about the trance that you have been in. When one is inspired from
above, either in trance or in contemplation, one remembers afterwards
all that one has seen and read. I think there must be something about
it in St. Thomas. I know that I have read a long passage about it years
ago. But, Martin, there is another kind of inspiration, or rather an
obsession or possession. A diabolical power comes into one's body or
overshadows it. Those whose bodies are taken hold of in this way,
jugglers and witches and the like, can often tell what is happening in
distant places, or what is going to happen, but when they come out of
that state, they remember nothing. I think you said----
MARTIN. That I could not remember.
FATHER JOHN. You remembered something, but not all. Nature is a great
sleep; there are dangerous and evil spirits in her dreams, but God is
above Nature. She is a darkness, but He makes everything clear--He is
light.
MARTIN. All is clear now. I remember all, or all that matters to me. A
poor man brought me a word, and I know what I have to do.
FATHER JOHN. Ah, I understand; words were put into his mouth. I have
read of such things. God sometimes uses some common man as His
messenger.
MARTIN. You may have passed the man who brought it on the road. He left
me but now.
FATHER JOHN. Very likely, very likely, that is the way it happened.
Some plain, unnoticed man has sometimes been sent with a command.
MARTIN. I saw the unicorns trampling in my dream. They were breaking
the world. I am to destroy, that is the word the messenger spoke.
FATHER JOHN. To destroy?
MARTIN. To bring again the old disturbed exalted life, the old
splendour.
FATHER JOHN. You are not the first that dream has come to. [_Gets up
and walks up and down._] It has been wandering here and there, calling
now to this man, now to that other. It is a terrible dream.
MARTIN. Father John, you have had the same thought.
FATHER JOHN. Men were holy then; there were saints everywhere, there
was reverence, but now it is all work, business, how to live a long
time. Ah, if one could change it all in a minute, even by war and
violence.... There is a cell where St. Ciaran used to pray, if one
could bring that time again.
MARTIN. Do not deceive me. You have had the command.
FATHER JOHN. Why are you questioning me? You are asking me things that
I have told to no one but my confessor.
MARTIN. We must gather the crowds together, you and I.
FATHER JOHN. I have dreamed your dream; it was long ago. I had your
vision.
MARTIN. And what happened?
FATHER JOHN [_harshly_]. It was stopped. That was an end. I was sent
to the lonely parish where I am, where there was no one I could lead
astray. They have left me there. We must have patience; the world was
destroyed by water, it has yet to be consumed by fire.
MARTIN. Why should we be patient? To live seventy years, and others to
come after us and live seventy years it may be, and so from age to age,
and all the while the old splendour dying more and more.
[A noise of shouting. ANDREW, who has been standing at the
door for a moment, comes in.]
ANDREW. Martin says truth, and he says it well. Planing the side of a
cart or a shaft, is that life? It is not. Sitting at a desk writing
letters to the man that wants a coach or to the man that won't pay for
the one he has got, is that life, I ask you? Thomas arguing at you and
putting you down, "Andrew, dear Andrew, did you put the tyre on that
wheel yet?" Is that life? No, it is not. I ask you all what do you
remember when you are dead? It's the sweet cup in the corner of the
widow's drinking house that you remember. Ha, ha, listen to that
shouting! That is what the lads in the village will remember to the
last day they live!
MARTIN. Why are they shouting? What have you told them?
ANDREW. Never you mind. You left that to me. You bade me to lift their
hearts, and I did lift them. There is not one among them but will have
his head like a blazing tar barrel before morning. What did your
friend, the beggar, say? The juice of the grey barley, he said.
FATHER JOHN. You accursed villain! You have made them drunk!
ANDREW. Not at all, but lifting them to the stars. That is what Martin
bade me to do, and there is no one can say I did not do it.
[_A shout at door and beggars push in a barrel. They all cry,
"Hi! for the noble master!" and point at_ ANDREW.]
JOHNNY B. It's not him, it's that one!
[_Points at_ MARTIN.]
FATHER JOHN. Are you bringing this devil's work in at the very door? Go
out of this, I say! Get out! Take these others with you!
MARTIN. No, no, I asked them in; they must not be turned out. They are
my guests.
FATHER JOHN. Drive them out of your uncle's house!
MARTIN. Come, Father, it is better for you to go. Go back to your own
place. I have taken the command. It is better, perhaps, for you that
you did not take it. [MARTIN _and_ FATHER JOHN _go out._]
BIDDY. It is well for that old lad he didn't come between ourselves and
our luck. It would be right to have flayed him and to have made bags of
his skin.
NANNY. What a hurry you are in to get your enough! Look at the grease
on your frock yet with the dint of the dabs you put in your pocket!
Doing cures and foretellings, is it? You starved pot picker, you!
BIDDY. That you may be put up to-morrow to take the place of that
decent son of yours that had the yard of the gaol wore with walking it
till this morning!
NANNY. If he had, he had a mother to come to, and he would know her
when he did see her, and that is what no son of your own could do, and
he to meet you at the foot of the gallows!
JOHNNY B. If I did know you, I knew too much of you since the first
beginning of my life! What reward did I ever get travelling with you?
What store did you give me of cattle or of goods? What provision did I
get from you by day or by night but your own bad character to be joined
on to my own, and I following at your heels, and your bags tied round
about me?
NANNY. Disgrace and torment on you! Whatever you got from me, it was
more than any reward or any bit I ever got from the father you had, or
any honourable thing at all, but only the hurt and the harm of the
world and its shame!
JOHNNY B. What would he give you, and you going with him without leave?
Crooked and foolish you were always, and you begging by the side of the
ditch.
NANNY. Begging or sharing, the curse of my heart upon you! It's better
off I was before ever I met with you, to my cost! What was on me at all
that I did not cut a scourge in the wood to put manners and decency on
you the time you were not hardened as you are!
JOHNNY B. Leave talking to me of your rods and your scourges! All you
taught me was robbery, and it is on yourself and not on myself the
scourges will be laid at the day of the recognition of tricks.
PAUDEEN. Faith, the pair of you together is better than Hector fighting
before Troy!
NANNY. Ah, let you be quiet. It is not fighting we are craving, but the
easing of the hunger that is on us and of the passion of sleep. Lend me
a graineen of tobacco till I'll kindle my pipe--a blast of it will take
the weight of the road off my heart.
[ANDREW _gives her some_. NANNY. _grabs at it._]
BIDDY. No, but it's to myself you should give it. I that never smoked a
pipe this forty year without saying the tobacco prayer. Let that one
say, did ever she do that much?
NANNY. That the pain of your front tooth may be in your back tooth, you
to be grabbing my share! [_They snap at tobacco._]
ANDREW. Pup, pup, pup. Don't be snapping and quarrelling now, and you
so well treated in this house. It is strollers like yourselves should
be for frolic and for fun. Have you ne'er a good song to sing, a song
that will rise all our hearts?
PAUDEEN. Johnny Bacach is a good singer; it is what he used to be doing
in the fairs, if the oakum of the gaol did not give him a hoarseness in
the throat.
ANDREW. Give it out so, a good song; a song will put courage and spirit
into any man at all.
JOHNNY B. [_singing_].
Come, all ye airy bachelors,
A warning take by me:
A sergeant caught me fowling,
And fired his gun so free.
His comrades came to his relief,
And I was soon trepanned;
And, bound up like a woodcock,
Had fallen into their hands.
The judge said transportation;
The ship was on the strand;
They have yoked me to the traces
For to plough Van Dieman's land!
ANDREW. That's no good of a song, but a melancholy sort of a song. I'd
as lief be listening to a saw going through timber. Wait, now, till you
will hear myself giving out a tune on the flute. [_Goes out for it._]
JOHNNY B. It is what I am thinking there must be a great dearth and a
great scarcity of good comrades in this place, a man like that
youngster having means in his hand to be bringing ourselves and our
rags into the house.
PAUDEEN. You think yourself very wise, Johnny Bacach. Can you tell me
now who that man is?
JOHNNY B. Some decent lad, I suppose, with a good way of living and a
mind to send up his name upon the roads.
PAUDEEN. You that have been gaoled this eight months know little of
this countryside.... It isn't a limping stroller like yourself the boys
would let come among them. But I know. I went to the drill a few
nights, and I skinning kids for the mountainy men. In a quarry beyond
the drill is ... they have their plans made.... It's the square house
of the Browns is to be made an attack on and plundered. Do you know now
who is the leader they are waiting for?
JOHNNY B. How would I know that?
PAUDEEN [_singing_].
Oh, Johnny Gibbons, my five hundred healths to you.
It is long you are away from us over the sea!
JOHNNY B. [_standing up excitedly_]. Sure that man could not be John
Gibbons that is outlawed.
PAUDEEN. I asked news of him from the old lad [_points after_ ANDREW],
and I bringing in the drink along with him. "Don't be asking
questions," says he; "take the treat he gives you," says he. "If a lad
that had a high heart has a mind to rouse the neighbours," says he,
"and to stretch out his hand to all that pass the road, it is in France
he learned it," says he, "the place he is but lately come from, and
where the wine does be standing open in tubs. Take your treat when you
get it," says he, "and make no delay, or all might be discovered and
put an end to."
JOHNNY B. He came over the sea from France! It is Johnny Gibbons
surely, but it seems to me they were calling him by some other name.
PAUDEEN. A man on his keeping might go by a hundred names. Would he be
telling it out to us that he never saw before, and we with that clutch
of chattering women along with us? Here he is coming now. Wait till you
see is he the lad I think him to be.
MARTIN [_coming in_]. I will make my banner; I will paint the Unicorn
on it. Give me that bit of canvas; there is paint over here. We will
get no help from the settled men--we will call to the lawbreakers, the
tinkers--the sievemakers--the sheep-stealers. [_He begins to make
banner._]
BIDDY. That sounds to be a queer name of an army. Ribbons I can
understand, Whiteboys, Rightboys, Threshers, and Peep-o'-day, but
Unicorns I never heard of before.
JOHNNY B. It is not a queer name, but a very good name. [_Takes up Lion
and Unicorn._] It is often you saw that before you in the dock. There
is the Unicorn with the one horn, and what is it he is going against?
The Lion of course. When he has the Lion destroyed, the Crown must fall
and be shivered. Can't you see? It is the League of the Unicorns is the
league that will fight and destroy the power of England and King
George.
PAUDEEN. It is with that banner we will march and the lads in the
quarry with us; it is they will have the welcome before him! It won't
be long till we'll be attacking the Square House! Arms there are in it;
riches that would smother the world; rooms full of guineas--we will put
wax on our shoes walking them; the horses themselves shod with no less
than silver!
MARTIN [_holding up the banner_]. There it is ready! We are very few
now, but the army of the Unicorns will be a great army! [_To_ JOHNNY
B.] Why have you brought me the message? Can you remember any more? Has
anything more come to you? Who told you to come to me? Who gave you the
message?... Can you see anything or hear anything that is beyond the
world?
JOHNNY B. I cannot. I don't know what do you want me to tell you at
all.
MARTIN. I want to begin the destruction, but I don't know where to
begin ... you do not hear any other voice?
JOHNNY B. I do not. I have nothing at all to do with freemasons or
witchcraft.
PAUDEEN. It is Biddy Lally has to do with witchcraft. It is often she
threw the cups and gave out prophecies the same as Columcille.
MARTIN. You are one of the knowledgeable women. You can tell me where
it is best to begin, and what will happen in the end.
BIDDY. I will foretell nothing at all. I rose out of it this good
while, with the stiffness and the swelling it brought upon my joints.
MARTIN. If you have foreknowledge, you have no right to keep silent. If
you do not help me, I may go to work in the wrong way. I know I have to
destroy, but when I ask myself what I am to begin with, I am full of
uncertainty.
PAUDEEN. Here now are the cups handy and the leavings in them.
BIDDY [_taking cups and pouring one from another_]. Throw a bit of
white money into the four corners of the house.
MARTIN. There! [_Throwing it._]
BIDDY. There can be nothing told without silver. It is not myself will
have the profit of it. Along with that I will be forced to throw out
gold.
MARTIN. There is a guinea for you. Tell me what comes before your eyes.
BIDDY. What is it you are wanting to have news of?
MARTIN. Of what I have to go out against at the beginning ... there is
so much ... the whole world, it may be.
BIDDY [_throwing from one cup to another and looking_]. You have no
care for yourself. You have been across the sea; you are not long back.
You are coming within the best day of your life.
MARTIN. What is it? What is it I have to do?
BIDDY. I see a great smoke, I see burning ... there is a great smoke
overhead.
MARTIN. That means we have to burn away a great deal that men have
piled up upon the earth. We must bring men once more to the wildness of
the clean green earth.
BIDDY. Herbs for my healing, the big herb and the little herb; it is
true enough they get their great strength out of the earth.
JOHNNY B. Who was it the green sod of Ireland belonged to in the olden
times? Wasn't it to the ancient race it belonged? And who has
possession of it now but the race that came robbing over the sea? The
meaning of that is to destroy the big houses and the towns, and the
fields to be given back to the ancient race.
MARTIN. That is it. You don't put it as I do, but what matter? Battle
is all.
PAUDEEN. Columcille said the four corners to be burned, and then the
middle of the field to be burned. I tell you it was Columcille's
prophecy said that.
BIDDY. Iron handcuffs I see and a rope and a gallows, and it maybe is
not for yourself I see it, but for some I have acquaintance with a good
way back.
MARTIN. That means the law. We must destroy the law. That was the first
sin, the first mouthful of the apple.
JOHNNY B. So it was, so it was. The law is the worst loss. The ancient
law was for the benefit of all. It is the law of the English is the
only sin.
MARTIN. When there were no laws men warred on one another and man to
man, not with one machine against another as they do now, and they grew
hard and strong in body. They were altogether alive like Him that made
them in His image, like people in that unfallen country. But presently
they thought it better to be safe, as if safety mattered, or anything
but the exaltation of the heart and to have eyes that danger had made
grave and piercing. We must overthrow the laws and banish them!
JOHNNY B. It is what I say, to put out the laws is to put out the whole
nation of the English. Laws for themselves they made for their own
profit and left us nothing at all, no more than a dog or a sow.
BIDDY. An old priest I see, and I would not say is he the one was here
or another. Vexed and troubled he is, kneeling fretting, and ever
fretting, in some lonesome, ruined place.
MARTIN. I thought it would come to that. Yes, the church too ... that
is to be destroyed. Once men fought with their desires and their fears,
with all that they call their sins, unhelped, and their souls became
hard and strong. When we have brought back the clean earth and
destroyed the law and the church, all life will become like a flame of
fire, like a burning eye.... Oh, how to find words for it all ... all
that is not life will pass away!
JOHNNY B. It is Luther's church he means, and the humpbacked discourse
of Seaghan Calvin's Bible. So we will break it and make an end of it.
MARTIN [_rising_]. We will go out against the world and break it and
unmake it. We are the army of the Unicorn from the Stars! We will
trample it to pieces. We will consume the world, we will burn it away.
Father John said the world has yet to be consumed by fire. Bring me
fire.
ANDREW. Here is Thomas coming! [_All except_ MARTIN _hurry into next
room._ THOMAS _comes in._]
THOMAS. Come with me, Martin. There is terrible work going on in the
town! There is mischief gone abroad! Very strange things are happening!
MARTIN. What are you talking of? What has happened?
THOMAS. Come along, I say; it must be put a stop to! We must call to
every decent man!... It is as if the devil himself had gone through the
town on a blast and set every drinking house open!
MARTIN. I wonder how that has happened. Can it have anything to do with
Andrew's plan?
THOMAS. Are you giving no heed to what I'm saying? There is not a man,
I tell you, in the parish, and beyond the parish, but has left the work
he was doing, whether in the field or in the mill.
MARTIN. Then all work has come to an end? Perhaps that was a good
thought of Andrew's.
THOMAS. There is not a man has come to sensible years that is not drunk
or drinking! My own labourers and my own serving-man are sitting on
counters and on barrels! I give you my word the smell of the spirits
and the porter and the shouting and the cheering within made the hair
to rise up on my scalp.
MARTIN. And there is not one of them that does not feel that he could
bridle the four winds.
THOMAS [_sitting down in despair_]. You are drunk, too. I never
thought you had a fancy for it.
MARTIN. It is hard for you to understand. You have worked all your
life. You have said to yourself every morning, "What is to be done
to-day?" and when you are tired out you have thought of the next day's
work. If you gave yourself an hour's idleness, it was but that you
might work the better. Yet it is only when one has put work away that
one begins to live.
THOMAS. It is those French wines that did it.
MARTIN. I have been beyond the earth, in paradise, in that happy
townland. I have seen the shining people. They were all doing one thing
or another, but not one of them was at work. All that they did was but
the overflowing of their idleness, and their days were a dance bred of
the secret frenzy of their hearts, or a battle where the sword made a
sound that was like laughter.
THOMAS. You went away sober from out of my hands; they had a right to
have minded you better.
MARTIN. No man can be alive, and what is paradise but fulness of life,
if whatever he sets his hand to in the daylight cannot carry him from
exaltation to exaltation, and if he does not rise into the frenzy of
contemplation in the night silence. Events that are not begotten in joy
are misbegotten and darken the world, and nothing is begotten in joy if
the joy of a thousand years has not been crushed into a moment.
THOMAS. And I offered to let you go to Dublin in the coach! [ANDREW
_and the beggars have returned cautiously._]
MARTIN [_giving banner to_ PAUDEEN]. Give me the lamp. The lamp has
not yet been lighted, and the world is to be consumed! [_Goes into
inner room._]
THOMAS [_seeing_ ANDREW]. Is it here you are, Andrew? What are the
beggars doing? Was this door thrown open, too?... Why did you not keep
order? I will go for the constables to help us!
ANDREW. You will not find them to help you. They were scattering
themselves through the drinking houses of the town; and why wouldn't
they?
THOMAS. Are you drunk, too? You are worse than Martin. You are a
disgrace.
ANDREW. Disgrace yourself! Coming here to be making an attack on me and
badgering me and disparaging me. And what about yourself that turned me
to be a hypocrite?
THOMAS. What are you saying?
ANDREW. You did, I tell you. Weren't you always at me to be regular and
to be working and to be going through the day and the night without
company and to be thinking of nothing but the trade? What did I want
with a trade? I got a sight of the fairy gold one time in the
mountains. I would have found it again and brought riches from it but
for you keeping me so close to the work.
THOMAS. Oh, of all the ungrateful creatures! You know well that I
cherished you, leading you to live a decent, respectable life.
ANDREW. You never had respect for the ancient ways. It is after the
mother you take it, that was too soft and too lumpish, having too much
of the English in her blood. Martin is a Hearne like myself. It is he
has the generous heart! It is not Martin would make a hypocrite of me
and force me to do night walking secretly, watching to be back by the
setting of the seven stars! [_He begins to play his flute._]
THOMAS. I will turn you out of this, yourself and this filthy troop! I
will have them lodged in gaol.
JOHNNY B. Filthy troop, is it? Mind yourself! The change is coming! The
pikes will be up and the traders will go down!
[_All seize him and sing._]
When the Lion shall lose his strength,
And the braket thistle begin to pine,--
The harp shall sound sweet, sweet at length
Between the eight and the nine!
THOMAS. Let me out of this, you villains!
NANNY. We'll make a sieve of holes of you, you old bag of treachery!
BIDDY. How well you threatened us with gaol! You skim of a weasel's
milk!
JOHNNY B. You heap of sicknesses! You blinking hangman! That you may
never die till you'll get a blue hag for a wife!
[MARTIN _comes back with lighted lamp._]
MARTIN. Let him go. [_They let_ THOMAS _go and fall back._] Spread out
the banner. The moment has come to begin the war.
JOHNNY B. Up with the Unicorn and destroy the Lion! Success to Johnny
Gibbons and all good men!
MARTIN. Heap all those things together there. Heap those pieces of the
coach one upon another. Put that straw under them. It is with this
flame I will begin the work of destruction. All nature destroys and
laughs.
THOMAS. Destroy your own golden coach!
MARTIN [_kneeling_]. I am sorry to go a way that you do not like, and
to do a thing that will vex you. I have been a great trouble to you
since I was a child in the house, and I am a great trouble to you yet.
It is not my fault. I have been chosen for what I have to do. [_Stands
up._] I have to free myself first and those that are near me. The love
of God is a very terrible thing!
[THOMAS _tries to stop him, but is prevented by tinkers_.
MARTIN _takes a wisp of straw and lights it._]
We will destroy all that can perish! It is only the soul that can
suffer no injury. The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of
the stars!
[_He throws his wisp into the heap. It blazes up._]