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ACT I SC I	A
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Enter Teryth from riding Winefred following	B
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T WHAT is it Gwen my girl why do you hover and haunt me	C
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W You came by Caerwys sir	D
T I came by Caerwys	E
W There	F
Some messenger there might have met you from my uncle	G
T Your uncle met the messenger met me and this the message	H
Lord Beuno comes to night	I
W To night sir	D
T Soon now therefore	J
Have all things ready in his room	K
W There needs but little doing	B
T Let what there needs be done Stay with him one companion	L
His deacon Dirvan Warm twice over must the welcome be	C
But both will share one cell This was good news Gwenvrewi	M
W Ah yes	E
T Why get thee gone then tell thy mother I want her	D
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Exit Winefred	I
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No man has such a daughter The fathers of the world	I
Call no such maiden mine The deeper grows her dearness	E
And more and more times laces round and round my heart	I
The more some monstrous hand gropes with clammy fingers there	F
Tampering with those sweet bines draws them out strains them strains them	N
Meantime some tongue cries What Teryth what thou poor fond father	D
How when this bloom this honeysuckle that rides the air so rich about thee	C
Is all all sheared away thus Then I sweat for fear	O
Or else a funeral and yet tis not a funeral	G
Some pageant which takes tears and I must foot with feeling that	I
Alive or dead my girl is carried in it endlessly	C
Goes marching thro my mind What sense is this It has none	L
This is too much the father nay the mother Fanciful	G
I here forbid my thoughts to fool themselves with fears	E
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Enter Gwenlo	G
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ACT II Scene a wood ending in a steep bank over a dry dene Winefred having been murdered within Re enter Caradoc with a bloody sword	I
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C My heart where have we been What have we seen my mind	I
What stroke has Caradoc s right arm dealt what done Head of a rebel	G
Struck off it has written upon lovely limbs	E
In bloody letters lessons of earnest of revenge	P
Monuments of my earnest records of my revenge	P
On one that went against me wh reas I had warned her	D
Warned her well she knew I warned her of this work	Q
What work what harm s done There is no harm done none yet	I
Perhaps we struck no blow Gwenvrewi lives perhaps	E
To makebelieve my mood was mock O I might think so	E
But here here is a workman from his day s task sweats	E
Wiped I am sure this was it seems not well for still	G
Still the scarlet swings and dances on the blade	I
So be it Thou steel thou butcher	D
I c n scour thee fresh burnish thee sheathe thee in thy dark lair these drops	E
Never never never in their blue banks again	R
The woeful Cradock O the woeful word Then what	I
What have we seen Her head sheared from her shoulders fall	G
And lapped in shining hair roll to the bank s edge then	R
Down the beetling banks like water in waterfalls	E
It stooped and flashed and fell and ran like water away	M
Her eyes oh and her eyes	E
In all her beauty and sunlight to it is a pit den darkness	E
Foam falling is not fresh to it rainbow by it not beaming	B
In all her body I say no place was like her eyes	E
No piece matched those eyes kept most part much cast down	S
But being lifted immortal of immortal brightness	E
Several times I saw them thrice or four times turning	B
Round and round they came and flashed towards heaven O there	F
There they did appeal Therefore airy vengeances	E
Are afoot heaven vault fast purpling portends and what first lightning	B
Any instant falls means me And I do not repent	I
I do not and I will not repent not repent	I
The blame bear who aroused me What I have done violent	I
I have like a lion done lionlike done	L
Honouring an uncontrolled royal wrathful nature	D
Mantling passion in a grandeur crimson grandeur	T
Now be my pride then perfect all one piece Henceforth	U
In a wide world of defiance Caradoc lives alone	V
Loyal to his own soul laying his own law down no law nor	J
Lord now curb him for ever O daring O deep insight	I
What is virtue Valour only the heart valiant	I
And right Only resolution will his will unwavering	B
Who like me knowing his nature to the heart home nature s business	E
Despatches with no flinching But will flesh O can flesh	W
Second this fiery strain Not always O no no	E
We cannot live this life out sometimes we must weary	C
And in this darksome world what comfort can I find	I
Down this darksome world c mfort wh re can I find	I
When ts light I quenched its rose time s one rich rose my hand	I
By her bloom fast by her fresh her fleec d bloom	K
Hideous dashed down leaving earth a winter withering	B
With no now no Gwenvrewi I must miss her most	I
That might have spared her were it but for passion sake Yes	E
To hunger and not have y t hope n for to storm and strive and	I
Be at every assault fresh foiled worse flung deeper disappointed	I
The turmoil and the torment it has I swear a sweetness	E
Keeps a kind of joy in it a zest an edge an ecstasy	C
Next after sweet success I am not left even this	E
I all my being have hacked in half with her neck one part	I
Reason selfdisposal choice of better or worse way	M
Is corpse now cannot change my other self this soul	G
Life s quick this k nd this k en self feeling	B
With dreadful distillation of thoughts sour as blood	I
Must all day long taste murder What do n w then Do Nay	M
Deed bound I am one deed treads all down here cramps all doing What do Not yield	I
Not hope not pray despair ay that brazen despair out	I
Brave all and take what comes as here this rabble is come	X
Whose bloods I reck no more of no more rank with hers	E
Than sewers with sacred oils Mankind that mobs comes Come	X
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Enter a crowd among them Teryth Gwenlo Beuno	M
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After Winefred s raising from the dead and the breaking out of the fountain	M
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BEUNO O now while skies are blue now while seas are salt	I
While rushy rains shall fall or brooks shall fleet from fountains	E
While sick men shall cast sighs of sweet health all despairing	B
While blind men s eyes shall thirst after daylight draughts of daylight	I
Or deaf ears shall desire that lipmusic that s lost upon them	N
While cripples are while lepers dancers in dismal limb dance	E
Fallers in dreadful frothpits waterfearers wild	I
Stone palsy cancer cough lung wasting womb not bearing	B
Rupture running sores what more in brief in burden	M
As long as men are mortal and God merciful	G
So long to this sweet spot this leafy lean over	D
This Dry Dene now no longer dry nor dumb but moist and musical	G
With the uproll and the downcarol of day and night delivering	B
Water which keeps thy name for not in r ck wr tten	M
But in pale water frail water wild rash and reeling water	D
That will not wear a print that will not stain a pen	M
Thy venerable record virgin is recorded	I
Here to this holy well shall pilgrimages be	C
And not from purple Wales only nor from elmy England	I
But from beyond seas Erin France and Flanders everywhere	F
Pilgrims still pilgrims m re p lgrims still more poor pilgrims	E
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What sights shall be when some that swung wretches on crutches	E
Their crutches shall cast from them on heels of air departing	B
Or they go rich as roseleaves hence that loathsome c me hither	D
Not now to n me even	M
Those dearer more divine boons whose haven the heart is	E
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As sure as what is most sure sure as that spring primroses	E
Shall new dapple next year sure as to morrow morning	B
Amongst come back again things th ngs with a revival things with a recovery	C
Thy name	Y
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