您下载的文章由稻壳汇（www.dochui.com）收集整理，版权归原作者所有《TheCountessCathleen》作者：叶芝InspiredbyIrishfolklore,firstpublishedin1892,firstperformedin1899.Thesorrowfularedumbforthee--LamentofMorionShehoneforMissMaryBourkeOriginallypublishedin1892,TheCountessCathleenarousedfiercecontroversywhenitwasfirstperformedin1899.Theplaywasfrequentlyrevivedandalmostasoftenrevised,becomingatvariouspointsinYeats’scareeradecisiveindicatorofhisrelationswithhisliteraryandtheatricalpublic,ofhischangingconceptionofdramaticform,andofthestatusofhispursuitofMaudGonne,forwhomtheplaywaswritten.ThisvolumeintheCornellYeatsreproducesthecompletesetofextantmanuscriptsprecedingtheplay’sfirstpublicationandreassemblestheextensivemanuscript,proof,andauthorialcopytopresentacrucialbodyofevidenceofYeats’sworkandthoughtindramaandtheateroverthecourseofthreedecades."Thesorrowfularedumbforthee"LamentofMorionShehoneforMissMaryBourkeSHEMUSRUA,APeasantMARY,HisWifeTEIG,HisSonALEEL,APoetTHECOUNTESSCATHLEENOONA,HerFosterMotherTwoDemonsdisguisedasMerchantsPeasants,Servants,AngelicalBeings,SpiritsTheSceneislaidinIrelandandinoldtimes.THECOUNTESSCATHLEENSCENE??Aroomwithlightedfire,andadoorintotheopenair,throughwhichonesees,perhaps,thetreesofawood,andthesetreesshouldbepaintedinflatcolouruponagoldordiaperedsky.Thewallsareofonecolour.ThesceneshouldhavetheeffectofmissalPainting.MARY,awomanoffortyyearsorso,isgrindingaquern.MARY.Whatcanhavemadethegreyhenflutterso?(TEIG,aboyoffourteen,iscominginwithturf,whichhelaysbesidethehearth.)TEIG.TheysaythatnowthelandisfaminestruckThegravesarewalking.MARY.Thereissomethingthatthehenhears.TEIG.Andthatisnottheworst;atTubber?vanachAwomanmetamanwithearsspreadout,Andtheymovedupanddownlikeabatswing.MARY.Whatcanhavekeptyourfatherallthiswhile?TEIG.Twonightsago,atCarrick?oruschurchyard,Aherdsmanmetamanwhohadnomouth,Noreyes,norears;hisfaceawallofflesh;Hesawhimplainlybythelightofthemoon.MARY.Lookout,andtellmeifyourfatherscoming.(TEIGgoestodoor.)TEIG.Mother!MARY.Whatisit?TEIG.Inthebushbeyond,Therearetwobirds??ifyoucancallthembirds??Icouldnotseethemrightlyfortheleaves.ButtheyvetheshapeandcolourofhornedowlsAndImhalfcertaintheyveahumanface.MARY.MotherofGod,defendus!TEIG.Theyrelookingatme.Whatisthegoodofpraying?fathersays.GodandtheMotherofGodhavedroppedasleep.Whatdotheycare,hesays,thoughthewholelandSqueallikearabbitunderaweaselstooth?MARY.YoullbringmisfortunewithyourblasphemiesUponyourfather,oryourself,orme.IwouldtoGodhewerehome??ah,thereheis.(SHEMUScomesin.)Whatwasitkeptyouinthewood?YouknowIcannotgetallsortsofaccidentsOutofmymindtillyouarehomeagain.SHEMUS.Iminnomoodtolistentoyourclatter.AlthoughItrampedthewoodsforhalfaday,Ivetakennothing,fortheveryrats,Badgers,andhedgehogsseemtohavediedofdrought,Andtherewasscarceawindintheparchedleaves.TEIG.Thenyouhavebroughtnodinner.SHEMUS.AfterthatIsatamongthebeggarsatthecross?roads,Andheldahollowhandamongtheothers.MARY.What,didyoubeg?SHEMUS.Ihadnochancetobeg,ForwhenthebeggarssawmetheycriedoutTheywouldnothaveanothersharetheiralms,Andhuntedmeawaywithsticksandstones.TEIG.Yousaidthatyouwouldbringusfoodormoney.SHEMUS.Whatsinthehouse?TEIG.Abitofmouldybread.MARY.Theresflourenoughtomakeanotherloaf.TEIG.Andwhenthatsgone?MARY.Thereistheheninthecoop.SHEMUS.Mycurseuponthebeggars,myCurseuponthem!TEIG.Andthelastpennygone.SHEMUS.Whenthehensgone,Whatcanwedobutliveonsorrelanddock)Anddandelion,tillourmouthsaregreen?MARY.God,thattothishoursfoundbitandsup,Willcaterforusstill.SHEMUS.Hiskitchensbare.TherewerefivedoorsthatIlookedthroughthisdayAndsawthedeadandnotasoultowakethem.MARY.MaybeHedhaveusdiebecauseHeknows,Whentheearisstoppedandwhentheeyeisstopped,Thateverywickedsightishidfromtheeye,Andallfooltalkfromtheear.SHEMUS.Whospassingthere?Andmockinguswithmusic?(Astringedinstrumentwithout.)TEIG.Ayoungmanplaysit,Theresanoldwomanandaladywithhim.SHEMUS.Whatisthetroubleofthepoortoher?NothingatalloraharshradishysauceForthedaysmeat.MARY.Godspityontherich,Hadwebeenthroughasmanydoors,andseenThedishesstandingonthepolishedwoodInthewaxcandlelight,wedbeashard,Andtherestheneedleseyeattheendofall,SHEMUS.Mycurseupontherich.TEIG.Theyrecominghere.SHEMUS.Thendownuponthatstool,downquick,Isay,Andcallupawheyfaceandawhiningvoice,Andletyourheadbeboweduponyourknees,MARY.HadIbuttimetoputtheplacetorights.(CATHLEEN,OONA,andALEELenter.)CATHLEEN.Godsaveallhere.Thereisacertainhouse,Anoldgreycastlewithakitchengarden,Aciderorchardandaplotforflowers,Somewhereamongthesewoods.MARY.Weknowit,lady.AplacethatssetamongimpassablewallsAsthoughworldstroublecouldnotfinditout.CATHLEEN.Itmaybethatwearethattrouble,forwe??Althoughwevewanderedinthewoodthishour??Havelostittoo,yetIshouldknowmyway,ForIlivedallmychildhoodinthathouse.MARY.ThenyouareCountessCathleen?CATHLEEN.Andthiswoman,Oona,mynurse,shouldhaverememberedit,Forwewerehappyforalongtimethere.OONA.Thepathsareovergrownwiththicketsnow,Orelsesomechangehascomeuponmysight.CATHLEEN.Andthisyoungman,thatshouldhaveknownthewoods??Becausewemethimontheirborderbutnow,Wanderingandsinginglikeawaveofthesea??Issowrappedupindreams