The End Of The World, Act I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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HUFF the Farmer | B |
SOLLERS the Wainwright | C |
MERRICK the Smith | D |
VINE the Publician | E |
SHALE the Labourer | B |
A DOWSER | B |
MRS HUFF | F |
WARP the Molecatcher | B |
Men and Women of the Village | G |
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ACT I | H |
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Scene | E |
A public house kitchen HUFF the Farmer and SOLLERS the Wainwright talking another man a stranger sitting silent | I |
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Huff | F |
Ay you may think we're well off | J |
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Sollers | K |
Now for croaks | K |
Old toad who's trodden on you now Go on | E |
But if you can croak us a new tune | E |
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Huff | F |
Ay | - |
You think you're well off and don't grab my words | K |
Before they're spoken but some folks I've heard | L |
Pity us living quiet in the valley | M |
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Sollers | K |
Well I suppose 'tis their affair | B |
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Huff | F |
Is it | N |
But what I mean to say if they think small | O |
Of us that live in the valley mayn't it show | P |
That we aren't all so happy as we think | Q |
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MERRICK the smith comes in | E |
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Merrick | R |
Quick cider I believe I've swallowd a coal | S |
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Sollers | K |
Good evening True the heat's a wonder tonight Smith draws himself cider | B |
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Huff | F |
Haven't you brought your flute We've all got room | T |
For music in our minds to night I'll swear | B |
Working all day in the sun do seem to push | U |
The thought out of your brain | E |
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Sollers | K |
O 'tis the sun | E |
Had trodden on you That's what makes you croak | V |
Ay whistle him somewhat put a tune in his brain | E |
He'll else croak us out of pleasure with drinking | W |
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Merrick | R |
'Tis quenching I believe A tune Too hot | X |
You want a fiddler | B |
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Huff | F |
Nay I want your flute | Y |
I like a piping sound not scraping o' guts | K |
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Merrick | R |
This is no weather for a man to play | - |
Flutes or music at all that asks him spend | Z |
His breath and spittle you want both yourself | A2 |
These oven days Wait till a fiddler comes | K |
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Huff | F |
Who ever comes down here | B |
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Sellers | K |
There's someone come | B2 |
Pointing with his pipe to the stranger | B |
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Merrick | R |
Good evening mister Are you a man for tunes | K |
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Stranger | B |
And if I was I'ld give you none to night | C |
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Merrick | R |
Well no offence there's no offence I hope | C2 |
In taking a dummy for a tuneful man | E |
Is it for can't or won't you are | B |
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Stranger | B |
You wouldn't if you carried in your mind | D2 |
What I've been carrying all day | - |
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Sollers | K |
What's that | E2 |
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Stranger | B |
You wait you'll know about it soon O yes | K |
Soon enough it will find you and and rouse you | F2 |
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Huff | F |
Now ain't that just the way we go down here | B |
Here in the valley we're like dogs in a yard | G2 |
Chained to our kennels and wall'd in all round | H2 |
And not a sound of the world jumps over our hills | K |
And when there comes a passenger among us | K |
One who has heard what's stirring out beyond | I2 |
'Tis a grutchy mumchance fellow in the dismals | K |
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Stranger | B |
News it it you want I could give you news | K |
I wonder did you ever hate to feel | J2 |
The earth so fine and splendid | K2 |
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Huff | F |
Oh you're one | E |
Has stood in the brunt of the world's wickedness | K |
Like me But listen and I'll give you a tale | L2 |
Of wicked things done in this little valley | M |
Done against me will surely make you think | Q |
The Devil here fetcht up his masterpiece | K |
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Sollers | K |
Ah but it's hot enough without you talking | W |
Your old hell fire about that pair of sinners | K |
Leave them alone and drink | Q |
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Huff | F |
I'll smell them grilling | W |
One of these days | K |
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Merrick | R |
But there'll be nought to drink | Q |
When that begins Best keep your skin full now | E |
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Stranger | B |
What do I care for wickedness Let those | K |
Who've played with dirt and thought the game was bold | M2 |
Make much of it while they can there's a big thing | W |
Coming down to us ay well on its road | N2 |
Will make their ploys seem mighty piddling sport | O2 |
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Huff | F |
This is a fool or else it's what I think | Q |
The world now breeds such crowd that they've no crombie room | T |
For well grown sins they hatch 'em small as flies | K |
But you stay here out of the world awhile | P2 |
Here where a man's mind and a woman's mind | D2 |
Can fling out large in wickedness you'll see | M |
Something monstrous here something dreadful | Q2 |
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Strainger | B |
I've seen enough of that Though it was only | M |
Fancying made me see it it was enough | F |
I've seen the folk of the world yelling aghast | R2 |
Scurrying to hide themselves I want nought else | K |
Monstrous and dreadful | Q2 |
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Merrick | R |
What had roused 'em so | K |
Some house fire | B |
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Huff | F |
A huzzy flogged to death | S2 |
For her hard faced adultery | M |
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Stranger too intent to hear them | T2 |
Oh to think of it | N |
Talk do chatter some nonsense else I'll think | Q |
And then I'm feeling like a grub that crawls | K |
All abroad in a dusty road and high | H |
Above me and shaking the ground beneath me come | B2 |
Wheels of a thundering wain right where I'm plodding | W |
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Sollers | K |
Queer thinking that | E2 |
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Stranger | B |
And here's a queerer thing | W |
I have a sort of lust in me pushing me still | U2 |
Into that terrible way of thinking like | V2 |
Black men in India lie them down and long | W2 |
To feel their holy wagon crack their spines | K |
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Merrick | R |
Do you mean beetles I've driven over scores | K |
They sprawling on their backs or standing mazed | E2 |
I never knew they liked it | E2 |
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Sollers | K |
He means frogs | K |
I know what's in his mind When I was young | X2 |
My mother would catch us frogs and set them down | E |
Lapt in a screw of paper in the ruts | K |
And carts going by would quash 'em and I'ld laugh | Y2 |
And yet be thinking ' Suppose it was myself | A2 |
Twisted stiff in huge paper and wheels | K |
Bit as the wall of a barn treading me flat ' | - |
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Huff | F |
I know what's in his mind just madness it is | K |
He's lookt too hard at his fellows in the world | E2 |
Sight of their monstrous hearts like devils in cages | K |
Has jolted all the gearing of his wits | K |
It needs a tough brain ay a brain like mine | E |
To pore on ugly sin and not go mad | E2 |
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Stranger | B |
Madness You're not far out I came up here | B |
To be alone and quiet in my thoughts | K |
Alone in my own dreadful mind The path | Z2 |
Of red sand trodden hard went up between | E |
High hedges overgrown of hawthorn blowing | W |
White as clouds ay it seemed burrowed through | B |
A white sweet smelling cloud I walking there | B |
Small as a hare that runs its tunnelled drove | A3 |
Thro' the close heather And beside my feet | E2 |
Blue greygles drifted gleaming over the grass | K |
And up I climbed to sunlight green in birches | K |
And the path turned to daisies among grass | K |
With bonfires of the broom beside like flame | B3 |
Of burning straw and I lookt into your valley | M |
I could scarce look | C3 |
Anger was smarting in my eyes like grit | E2 |
O the fine earth and fine all for nothing | W |
Mazed I walkt seeing and smelling and hearing | W |
The meadow lands all shining fearfully gold | E2 |
Cruel as fire the sight of them toucht my mind | E2 |
Breathing was all a honey taste of clover | B |
And bean flowers I would have rather had it | E2 |
Carrion or the stink of smouldering brimstone | E |
And larks aloft the happy piping fools | K |
And squealing swifts that slid on hissing wings | K |
And yellowhammers playing spry in hedges | K |
I never noted them before but now | E |
Yes I was mad and crying mad to see | M |
The earth so fine fine all for nothing | W |
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Sollers spits | K |
Pst yellowhammers He talks gentry talk | D3 |
That's worse than being mad | E2 |
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Stranger | B |
I tell you you'll be feeling them to morn | E |
And hating them to be so wonderful | Q2 |
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Merrick | R |
Let's have some sense Where do you live | E3 |
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Stranger | B |
Nowhere | B |
I'm always travelling | W |
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Huff | F |
Why what's your trade | E2 |
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Stranger | B |
A dowser | B |
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Huff | F |
You're the man for me | M |
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Stranger | B |
Not I | H |
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Huff | F |
Ho this is better than a fiddler now | E |
One of those fellows who have nerves so clever | B |
That they can feel the waters of underground | E2 |
Tingling in their fingers | K |
You find me a spring in my high grazing field | E2 |
I'll give you what I save in trundling water | B |
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Stranger | B |
I find you water now No but I'll find you | B |
Fire and fear and unbelievable death | S2 |
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VINE the Publician comes in | E |
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Vine | E |
Are ye all served Ay seems so what's your score | B |
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Merrick | R |
Two ciders | K |
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Huff | F |
Three | M |
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Sollers | K |
And two for me | M |
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Vine to Dowser | M |
And you | B |
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Dowser | M |
Naught I was waiting on you | B |
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Vine | E |
Will you drink | Q |
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Dowser | M |
Ay Drink what else is left for a man to do | B |
Who knows what I know | K |
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Vine | E |
Good What is't you know | K |
You tell it out and set my trade a buzzing | W |
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Sollers | K |
He's queer Give him his mug and ease his tongue | X2 |
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Vine | E |
I had to swill the pigs else I'd been here | M |
But we've the old fashion in this house you draw | M |
I keep the score Well what's the worry on you | B |
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Sollers | K |
Oh he's in love | F3 |
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Dowser | M |
You fleering grinning louts | K |
I'll give it you now now have it in your faces | K |
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Sollers | K |
Crimini he's going to fight | E2 |
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Dowser | M |
You try and fight with the thing that's on my side | E2 |
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Merrick | R |
A ranter | M |
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Huff | F |
A boozy one then | E |
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Dowser | M |
Open yon door | M |
'Tis dark enough by now Open it you | B |
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Vine | E |
Hold on Have you got something fierce outside | E2 |
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Merrick | R |
A Russian bear | M |
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Sollers | K |
Dowsers can play strange games | K |
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Huff | F |
No tricks | K |
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Dowser | M |
This is a trick to rouse the world | E2 |
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He opens the door | M |
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Look out Between the elms There's my fierce thing | W |
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Merrick | R |
He means the star with the tail like a feather of fire | M |
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Sollers | K |
Comet it's called | E2 |
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Huff | F |
Do you mean the comet mister | M |
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Dowser | M |
What do you think of it | E2 |
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Huff | F |
Pretty enough | F |
But I saw a man loose off a rocket once | K |
It made more stir and flare of itself though yon | E |
Does better at steady burning | W |
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Dowser | M |
Stir and flare | M |
You'll soon forget your rocket | E2 |
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Merrick | R |
Tell you what | E2 |
I thought last night now going home Says I | H |
'Tis just like the look of a tadpole if I saw | M |
A tadpole silver as a dace that swam | G3 |
Upside down towards me through black water | M |
I'ld see the plain spit of that star and his tail | L2 |
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Sollers | K |
And how does your thought go | K |
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Dowser | M |
It's what I know | K |
A tadpole and a rocket My dear God | E2 |
And I can still laugh out What do you think | Q |
Your tadpole's made of What lets your rocket fling | W |
Those streaming sparks across the half of night | E2 |
Splashing the burning spray of its haste among | X2 |
The quiet business of the other stars | K |
Ay that's a fiery jet it leaves behind | E2 |
In such enormous drift What sort of fire | M |
Is spouted so spouted and never quenching | W |
There is no name for that star's fire it is | K |
The fire that was before the world was made | E2 |
The fire that all the things we live among | X2 |
Remember being and whitest fire we know | K |
Is its poor copy in their dreaming trance | K |
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Huff | F |
That would be hell fire | M |
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Dowser | M |
Ay if you like hell fire | M |
Hell fire flying through the night 'Twould be | M |
A thing to blink about a blast of it | E2 |
Swept in your face eh and a thing to set | E2 |
The whole stuff of the earth smoking rarely | M |
Which of you said ' the heat's a wonder to night' | E2 |
You have not done with marvelling There'll come | B2 |
A night when all your clothes are a pickle of sweat | E2 |
And for all that the sweat on your salty skin | E |
Shall dry and crack in the breathing of wind | E2 |
That's like a draught come through an open'd furnace | K |
The leafage of the trees shall brown and faint | E2 |
All sappy growth turning to brittle rubbish | H3 |
As the near heat of the star strokes the green earth | I3 |
And time shall brush the fields as visibly | M |
As a rough hand brushes against the nap | J3 |
Of gleaming cloth killing the season's colour | M |
Each hour charged with the wasting of a year | M |
And sailors panting on their warping ecks | K |
Will watch the sea steam like broth about them | T2 |
You'll know what I know then That towering star | M |
Hangs like a fiery buzzard in the night | E2 |
Intent over our earth Ay now his journey | M |
Points straight as a plummet's drop down to us | K |
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Huff | F |
Why that's the end of the world | E2 |
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Dowser | M |
You've said it now | E |
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Sollers | K |
What soon In a day or two | B |
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Merrick | R |
You can't mean that | E2 |
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Vine | E |
End of the World Well now I never thought | E2 |
To hear the news of that If you've the truth | K3 |
In what you say likely this is an evening | W |
That we'll be talking over often and often | E |
'How was it Sollers ' I'll say ' or you Merrick | R |
Do you mind clearly how he lookt ' And then | E |
' End of the world he said and drank like that | E2 |
Solemn ' And right he was he had it all | O |
As sure as I have when my sow's to farrow | M |
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Dowser | M |
Are you making a joke of me Keep your mind | E2 |
For tippling while you can | E |
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Vine | E |
Was that a joke | V |
I'm always bad at seeing 'em even my own | E |
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Dowser | M |
A fool's 'Twill cheer you when the earth blows up | L3 |
Like as it were all gunpowder | M |
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Vine | E |
You mean | E |
The star will butt his burning head against us | K |
'Twill knock the world to flinders I suppose | K |
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Dowser | M |
Ay or with that wild monstrous tail of his | K |
Smash down upon the air and make it bounce | K |
Like water under the flukes of a harpooned whale | L2 |
And thrash it to a poisonous fire and we | M |
And all the life of the world drowned in blazing | W |
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Vine | E |
'Twill be a handsone sight If my old wife | M3 |
Were with me now This would have suited her | M |
'I do like things to happen ' she would say | K |
Never shindy enough for her and now | E |
She's gone and can't be seeing this | K |
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Dowser | M |
You poor fool | N3 |
How will it be a sight to you when your eyes | K |
Are scorcht to little cinders in your head | E2 |
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Vine | E |
Whether or no there must be folks outside | E2 |
Willing to know of this I'll scatter your news | K |
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He goes A short pause then SOLLERS breaks out | E2 |
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Sollers | K |
No no it woudn't do for me at all | O |
Nor for you neither Merrick End of the World | E2 |
Bogy A parson's tale or a bairn's | K |
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Merrick | R |
That's it | E2 |
Your trade's a gift easy as playing tunes | K |
But Sollers here and I we've had to drill | U2 |
Sinew and muscle into their hard lesson | E |
Until they work in timber and flowing iron | E |
As kindly as I pick up my pint your work | O3 |
Grows in your nature like plain speech in a child | E2 |
But we have learnt to think in a foreign tongue | X2 |
And something must come out of all our skill | U2 |
We shan't go sliding down as glib as you | B |
Into notions of the End of the World | E2 |
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Sollers | K |
Give me a tree you may say and give me steel | J2 |
And I'll put forth my shapely mind I'll make | P3 |
Out of my head like telling a well known tale | L2 |
A wain that goes as comely on the roads | K |
As a ship sailing the lines of it true as gospel | Q2 |
Have I learnt that all for nothing O no | M |
End of the World It wouldn't do at all | O |
No more making of wains after I've spent | E2 |
My time in getting the right skill in my hands | K |
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Dowser | M |
Ay you begin to feel it now I think | Q |
But you complain like boys for a game spoilt | E2 |
Shaping your carts forging your iron But Life | M3 |
Life the mother who lets her children play | K |
So seriously busy trade and craft | E2 |
Life with her skill of a million years' perfection | E |
To make her heart's delighted glorying | Q |
Of sunlight and of clouds about the moon | E |
Spring lighting her daffodils and corn | E |
Ripening gold to ruddy and giant seas | K |
And mountains sitting in their purple clothes | K |
O life I am thinking of life the wonder | M |
All blotcht out by a brutal thrust of fire | M |
Like a midge that clumsy thumb squashes and smears | K |
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Huff | F |
Let me but see the show beginning though | M |
You'ld mind me then O I would like you all | O |
To watch how I should figure when the star | M |
Brandishes over the whole air its flame | B3 |
Of thundering fire and naught but yellow rubbish | H3 |
Parcht on the perishing ground and there are tongues | K |
Chapt with thirst glad to lap stinking ponds | K |
And pale glaring faces spying about | E2 |
On the earth withering terror the only speech | Q3 |
Look for me then and see me stand alone | E |
Easy and pleasant in the midst of it all | O |
Did you not make your merry scoff of me | M |
Was it your talk that when you shameless pair | M |
Threw their wantoning in my face like dirt | E2 |
I had no heart against them but to grumble | Q2 |
You would be saying that I know But now | E |
Now I believe it's time for you to see | M |
My patient heart at last taking its wages | K |
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Sollers | K |
Pull up man Screw the brake on your running tongue | Q |
Else it will rattle you down the tumbling way | K |
This fellow's gone | E |
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Merrick | Q |
And one man's enough | F |
With brain quagged axle deep in crazy mire | M |
We won't have you beside him in his puddles | K |
And calling out with him on the End of the World | E2 |
To heave you out with a vengeance | K |
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Huff | F |
What you want | E2 |
Have I not borne enough to make me know | M |
I must be righted sometime And what else | K |
Would break the hardy sin in them which lets | K |
Their souls parade so daring and so tall | O |
Under God's hate and mine What else could pay | K |
For all my wrong but a blow of blazing anger | M |
Striking down to shiver the earth and change | R3 |
Their strutting wickedness to horror and crying | Q |
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Merrick | Q |
Be quiet Huff If you mean to believe | S3 |
This dowser's stuff and join in his bedlam | B2 |
By God you'll have to reckon with my fist | E2 |
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SHALE comes in HUFF glares at him speechless but with wrath evidently working | Q |
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Shale | L2 |
Where's the joker You is it Here's hot news | K |
You've brought us all the valley's hissing aloud | E2 |
And makes as much of you falling into it | E2 |
As a pail of water would of a glowing coal | S |
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Sollers | K |
Don't you start burbling too Shale | L2 |
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Shale | L2 |
That's the word | E2 |
Burbling simmering ay and bumpy boiling | Q |
All the women are mobbed together close | K |
Under the witan trees and their full minds | K |
Boil like so many pans slung on a fire | M |
Why starlings trooping in a copse in fall | O |
Could make no scandal like it | E2 |
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Merrick | Q |
What is it man | E |
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Shale | L2 |
End of the World The flying star End of the World | E2 |
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Sollers | K |
They don't believe it though | M |
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Shale | L2 |
What the whole place | K |
Has gone just randy over it | E2 |
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Merrick | Q |
Hold your noise | K |
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Sollers | K |
I shall be daft if this goes on | E |
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Shale | L2 |
Ay so | M |
The End of the World's been here You look as though | M |
You'd startled lately And there's the virtuous man | E |
How would End of the World suit our good Huff | F |
Our old crab verjuice Huff | F |
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HUFF seizing the DOWSER and bring him up in front of Shale | L2 |
Look at him there | M |
This is the man I told of when you | B |
Were talking small of sin You made it out | E2 |
Did you a fool's mere nasty game like dogs | K |
That snuggle in muck and grin and roll themselves | K |
With snorting pleasure Ah but you are wrong | Q |
'Tis something that goes thrusting dreadfully | M |
Its wilful bravery of evil against | E2 |
The worth and right of goodness in the world | E2 |
Ay do you see how his face still brags at me | M |
And long it has been the time he's had to walk | Q |
Lording about me with his wickedness | K |
Do you know what he dared I had a wife | M3 |
A flighty pretty linnet headed girl | T3 |
But mine he practised on her with his eyes | K |
He knew of luring glances and she went | E2 |
After his calling lust and all since then | E |
They've lived together fleering in my face | K |
Pleased in sight of the windows of my house | K |
With doing wrong and making my disgrace | K |
O but wait here with me wait till your news | K |
Is not to be mistaken for the way | K |
The earth buckles and singes like hot boards | K |
You'll surely see how dreadful sin can be | M |
Then when you mark these two running about | E2 |
With raging fear for what they did against me | M |
Buzzing close to their souls stinging their hearts | K |
And they like scampering beasts when clegs are fierce | K |
Or flinging themselves low as the ground to writhe | D |
Their arms hugging their desperate heads And then | E |
You'll see what 'tis to be an upright man | E |
Who keeps a patient anger for his wrongs | K |
Thinking of judgment coming you will see that | E2 |
When you mark how my looks hunt these wretches | K |
And smile upon their groans and posturing anguish | H3 |
O watch how calm I'll be when the blazing air | M |
Judges their wickedness you watch me then | E |
Looking delighted like a nobleman | E |
Who sees his horse winning an easy race | K |
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Merrick | Q |
You fool Huff you believe it now | E |
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Huff | F |
You fool | N3 |
Merrick how should I not believe a thing | Q |
That calls aloud on my mind and spirit and they | K |
Answer to it like starving conquering soldiers | K |
Told to break out and loot | E2 |
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Shale | L2 |
You vile old wasp | U3 |
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Sollers | K |
We've talkt enough let's all go home and sleep | V3 |
There might be a fiend in the air about us one | E |
Who pours his will into our minds to see | K |
How we can frighten one another | M |
Huff | F |
A fiend | E2 |
Shale will soon have the flapping wings of a fiend | E2 |
And flaming wings beating about his head | E2 |
Ther'll be no air for Shale very soon now | E |
But the breathing of a fiend the star's coming | Q |
The star that breathes a horrible fury of fire | M |
Like glaring fog into the empty night | E2 |
And in the gust of its wrath the world will soon | E |
Shrivel and spin like paper in a furnace | K |
I knew they both would have to pay me at last | E2 |
With sight of their damned souls for all my wrong | Q |
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Shale | L2 |
Somebody stop his gab | W3 |
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Merrick seizing the DOWSER and shaking him | X3 |
Is it the truth we're in the way of the star | M |
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A crowd of men and women burst in and shout confusedly | L2 |
Look out for the star | M |
'Tis moving moving | Q |
Grows as you stare at it | E2 |
Bigger than ever | M |
Down it comes with a diving pounce | K |
As though it had lookt for us and at last found us | K |
O so near and coming so quick | Q |
And how the buring hairs of its tail | L2 |
Do seem surely to quiver for speed | E2 |
We saw its great tail gwitch behind it | E2 |
'Tis come so near so gleaming near | M |
The tail is wagging | Q |
Come out and see | K |
The star is wagging its tail and eyeing us | K |
Like a cat huncht to leap on a bird | E2 |
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Merrick | Q |
Out of my way and let me see for myself | A2 |
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They all begin to hustle out HUFF speaks in midst of the turmoil | L2 |
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Huff | F |
Ay now begins the just man's reward | E2 |
And hatred of the evil thing | Q |
Now is to be satisfied | E2 |
Wrong ventured out against me and braved | E2 |
And I'll be glad to see all breathing pleasure | M |
Burn as foolishly to naught | E2 |
As a moth in candle flame | B3 |
If I but have my will to watch over those | K |
Who injured me bawling hoarse heartless fear | M |
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They are all gone but HUFF SHALE and the DOWSER | M |
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Shale | L2 |
As for you let you and the women make | Q |
Your howling scare of this I'll stand and laugh | Y2 |
But if it truly were the End of the World | E2 |
I'ld be the man to face it out not you | B |
I who have let life go delighted through me | K |
Not you who've sulkt away your chance of life | M3 |
In mumping about being paid for goodness | K |
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Going | Q |
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Huff after him | X3 |
You wait you wait | E2 |
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He follows the rest | E2 |
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Dowser alone | E |
Naught but a plague of flies | K |
I cannot do with noises and light fools | K |
Terrified round me I must go out and think | Q |
Where there is quiet and no one near O think | Q |
Life that has done such wonders with its thinking | Q |
And never daunted in imagining | Q |
That has put on the sun and the shining night | E2 |
The flowering of the earth and tides of the sea | K |
And irresistible rage of fate itself | A2 |
All these as garments for its spirit's journey | K |
O now this life in the brute chance of things | K |
Murder'd uselessly murder'd And naught else | K |
For ever but senseless rounds of hurrying motion | E |
That cannot glory in itself O no | M |
I will not think of that I'll blind my brain | E |
With fancying the splendours of destruction | E |
When like a burr in the star's fiery mane | E |
The crackling earth is caught and rusht along | Q |
The forests on the mountains blazing so | M |
That from the rocks of ore beneath them come | B2 |
White hot rivers of smelted metal pouring | Q |
Across the plains to roar into the sea | K |
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The curtain is lowered for a few moments only | K |
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