But if youll come to?morroo my house

    You she sum.

    (ALEEL begins to play.)

    Stering). , music, music!

    CAt blame tring;

    tors bid me fly times

    And find distraction for my ts, or else

    Pine to my grave.

    Shing, lady.

    he like of us complain?

    OONA.  s read of in a book

    eighey had been her own.

    (OONA, MARY, and CAt. ALEEL looks defiantly at

    ShEMUS.)

    ALEEL. (Singing) Impetuous , be still, be still,

    Your sorroold,

    Cover it up une,

    could bend all to his will

    e fold

    itars and the wandering moon.

    (akes a step tourns again.)

    S to t has fallen,

    For w walks, or in w shape

    Some devilisure flies in t now

    two grey?ed above our heads.

    (, ing the money.)

    tEIG. t it may be

    t to fall upon their heads.

    MARY. You never thanked her ladyship.

    Shank her,

    For seven ?

    tEIG. But for ty purse?

    Ss t for thanks,

    Or  t she promised?

    it of food

    Up to a price no man he like of

    And rising every day.

    MARY. e have all she had;

    Sied out the purse before our eyes.

    So MARY, he door)

    Leave t door open.

    MARY.  have read books,

    And seen the world,

    Fear he ground,

    Its time t poverty s the door.

    Ss, for t a thing

    t

    I  rato this house

    than any more of mankind, rich or poor.

    tEIG. So t t us