(CAter.)

    CAtain house,

    An old grey castle chen garden,

    A cider orc for flowers,

    Somewhese woods.

    MARY. e kno, lady.

    A place ts set among impassable walls

    As trouble could not find it out.

    CAt may be t  trouble, for we??

    Althis hour??

    it too, yet I should know my way,

    For I lived all my c house.

    MARY. tess Cathleen?

    CAthis woman,

    Oona, my nurse, s,

    For here.

    OONA. ts now,

    Or else some c.

    CAt s heir border

    but now,

    andering and singing like a he sea??

    Is so errors to come

    t he can give no help.

    MARY. You ill some way,

    But I can put you on trodden path

    Your servants take wing.

    But first sit do yourself awhile,

    For my old fathers, lady,

    Longer tell??and it range

    If you and yours s be welcome here.

    CAt ranger still eful

    For suc I must be gone,

    For ts gathering in.

    S is a long while

    Since Ive set eyes on bread or on .

    CAtarving even in this wood,

    I hing changed.

    But ts a dream, for the world

    Can eat its o  pleases.

    (She gives money.)

    tEIG. Beautiful lady, give me sometoo;

    I fell but no,

    And lay upon threshold like a log.

    CAt was all I had.

    Look, my purse is empty. I have passed

    By starving men and his day,

    And t; but take the purse,

    t may be rifle.