Versos English W. B. Yeats Second Merchant

English poem

Second Merchant

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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.)

ALEEL (rushing forward and snatching the pen from her)

Leave all things to the builder of the heavens.