First Merchant Monologue from The Land of Heart's Desire

From The Land of Heart's Desire by W.B. Yeats

male · dark · 1:06 min

Five hundred thousand crowns; we give the price, The gold is here; the spirits, while you speak, Begin to labour upward, for your face Sheds a great light on them and fills their hearts With those unveilings of the fickle light, Whereby our heavy labours have been marred Since first His spirit moved upon the deeps And stole them from us; even before this day The souls were but half ours, for your bright eyes Had pierced them through and robbed them of content. But you must sign, for we omit no form In buying a soul like yours; sign with this quill; It was a feather growing on the cock That crowed when Peter dared deny his Master, And all who use it have great honour in Hell. [CATHLEEN leans forward to sign.

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