William Butler Yeats - The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 4 of 8. The Hour-glass. Cathleen ni Houlihan. The Golden Helmet. The Irish Dramatic Movement стр 3.

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to-morrow?

BRIDGET

MICHAEL

[He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside.

PETER

[Neighbours come crowding in, PATRICK and DELIA with them.

PATRICK

[PETER takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off and stands up. The clothes slip from MICHAELS arm.

DELIA
He takes no notice. He turns towards her.

[She drops his arm. BRIDGET goes over towards her.
PATRICK

DELIA

BRIDGET [to PETER]

PETER

BRIDGET

DELIA

[She puts her arms about him, he turns towards her as if about to yield.
OLD WOMANS voice outside
They shall be speaking for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever.
[MICHAEL breaks away from DELIA, stands for a second at the door, then rushes out, following the OLD WOMANS voice. BRIDGET takes DELIA, who is crying silently, into her arms.

PETER
[To PATRICK, laying a hand on his arm. ]

PATRICK

THE GOLDEN HELMET

PERSONS IN THE PLAY

Leagerie

Conal

Emer, Cuchulains wife

Leageries Wife

Conals Wife

Laeg, Cuchulains chariot-driver

Red Man

Horseboys and Scullions

Three Black Men

THE GOLDEN HELMET

A house made of logs. There are two windows at the back and a door which cuts off one of the corners of the room. Through the door one can see rocks, which make the ground outside the door higher than it is within, and the sea. Through the windows one can see nothing but the sea. There are three great chairs at the opposite side to the door, with a table before them. There are cups and a flagon of ale on the table.

At the Abbey Theatre the house is orange red, and the chairs, tables and flagons black, with a slight purple tinge which is not clearly distinguishable from the black. The rocks are black, with a few green touches. The sea is green and luminous, and all the characters, except the RED MAN and the Black Men are dressed in various tints of green, one or two with touches of purple which looks nearly black. The Black Men are in dark purple and the RED MAN is altogether dressed in red. He is very tall and his height is increased by horns on the Golden Helmet. The Helmet has in reality more dark green than gold about it. The Black Men have cats heads painted on their black cloth caps. The effect is intentionally violent and startling.

CONAL

a sail, not a wave, and if the sea were not purring a little like a cat, not a sound. There is no danger yet. I can see a long way for the moonlight is on the sea.

[A horn sounds.
LEAGERIE

CONAL
Looking out of door.

LEAGERIE [sitting at table ]

CONAL

LEAGERIE

CONAL [at door ]

LEAGERIE

CONAL

LEAGERIE

CONAL [outside door ]

[A YOUNG MAN covered by a long cloak is standing upon the rocks outside door.
YOUNG MAN

CONAL

YOUNG MAN

CONAL

YOUNG MAN

[He struggles with CONAL and shoves past into the house.
CONAL

LEAGERIE

YOUNG MAN

LEAGERIE [drawing his sword ]

[The YOUNG MAN seizes LEAGERIES arm, and thrusting it up, passes him, and puts his shield over the chair where there is an empty place.

YOUNG MAN [at table ]

LEAGERIE

CONAL

CUCHULAIN

CONAL

is no fit house to welcome you, for it is a disgraced house.

CUCHULAIN

LEAGERIE

CONAL

LEAGERIE [looks out of window ]

CONAL

CUCHULAIN [laughs ]

LEAGERIE [at table ]

CONAL

LEAGERIE

CONAL

LEAGERIE

CONAL

LEAGERIE

CONAL

CUCHULAIN

CONAL

LEAGERIE

CONAL

CUCHULAIN

LEAGERIE

[A MAN dressed in red, with a great sword and red ragged hair, and having a Golden Helmet on his head, is standing on the threshold.

CUCHULAIN

back into the sea, old red head! If you will take off heads, take off the head of the sea turtle of Muirthemne, or of the pig of Connaught that has a moon in his belly, or of that old juggler Manannan, son of the sea, or of the red man of the Boyne, or of the King of the Cats, for they are of your own sort, and it may be they understand your ways. Go, I say, for when a mans head is off it does not grow again. What are you standing there for? Go down, I say. If I cannot harm you with the sword I will put you down into the sea with my hands. Do you laugh at me, old red head? Go down before I lay my hands upon you.

RED MAN
He lays the Golden Helmet on the ground.

[He goes out.
CONAL [taking Helmet ]

LEAGERIE [strutting about stage, sings ]
Leagerie of the Battle
Has put to the sword
The cat-headed men
And carried away
Their hidden gold.
[He snatches Helmet at the last word.
CONAL

CUCHULAIN
[Taking the Helmet from LEAGERIE.]

CONAL

CUCHULAIN
He goes to table and begins filling Helmet with ale. Shouting and blowing of horns in the distance.

CONAL
Shouting so as to be heard above the noise.

Many men, among whom is LAEG, chariot-driver of CUCHULAIN, come in with great horns of many fantastic shapes
LAEG

ANOTHER

ANOTHER

LAEG

ANOTHER

LAEG

ANOTHER

CUCHULAIN

[The Scullions and the Horseboys point at LAEG and cry, He began it. They keep up an all but continual murmur through what follows.

LAEG

man with a red beard came where we were sitting, and as he passed me he cried out that they were taking a golden helmet or some such thing from you and denying you the championship of Ireland. I stood up on that and I cried out that you were the best of the men of Ireland. But the others cried for Leagerie or Conal, and because I have a big voice they got down the horns to drown my voice, and as neither I nor they would keep silent we have come here to settle it. I demand that the Helmet be taken from Conal and be given to you.

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